Then I very slowly removed my arms and just let it fall to the floor. I let my son stare at tits for a few moments before I got close to him. I gently...took his hands and placed them on my tits. Matt knew what to do. He fondled them at first before asking me if he could suck on them. I told him he could. It sent suck electrifying chills through my body as son licked on my nipples and then sucked away on each of my breasts. It was so different than when my husband would do it. He seemed to do it. I wouldn’t have been afraid to tackle an expert on his own field if I was given enough lead time. I gloried in it. It was the one place I felt respected.I grew up without a father in a time when that mattered. You were treated as if you were socially inferior if you didn’t have two parents. Some parents literally wouldn’t let you be around their children or god forbid talk to their daughters. This wasn’t guesswork some of these people would tell you why you couldn’t spend time around their. As the week went by, I was getting conditioned. The dogs genitals scaredme and the porn was imprinting what would be expected of me.Week 2 - things began to change. Several things. My nipples were becomingsensitive and I thought I was developing small tits. I began to get aspanking twice a day but the afternoon one was a bit lighter. Also, I hadto go outside with the dogs and watch them do their business. Each day Iwas told if I didn't do as I was told I would join them even when theyate and. Fucking tempt me, Aduba," she replied, putting a heavy emphasis on the first word. Both our eyes narrowed into a longing stare. This was the first time we'd acknowledged our sex since the night it happened, or the palpable desire still lingering between us. I smiled and started to walk away, but she called to me, "Oh and Chike... good luck walking around with that, by the way." She nodded toward my crotch just as I had to her a moment before, and the irony certainly wasn't lost on me. The.