She would be obedient. "Would you fuck me?" "Yes, of course." Over time she revealed everything to me. She spanked herself with a hairbrush almos... every day. (blush) She liked anal play and sometimes used a butt plug. (blush) She would always tell me when she or I said something that made her blush. I made her tell me all her deepest and darkest fantasies, even the ones that shamed her. And I promised her someday we'd make them all come true. "tell me more," she would type, "what would. "Good morning, sweetheart!" she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression.In acknowledgement, I answered" Hey mom".In a cheery voice, she asked, "What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains this weekend?"It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and then I exclaimed, "Are you serious?" I was suddenly so ******d that I about pissed myself."Yes, I'm serious. I know your dad won't be able to come, because he's working six days a week, but I figure you. . and shes like drunk .. and shes like, doin my coke.. and shes like. IM HERE TO FUCKKKKK YOU ..... BECAUSE DESMOND TOLD ME TO COME HERE AND FUCKKKKKK YOU .. SO I CAN GET BACK AT HIM... BECAUSE HES GETTING FUCKED BY ALL THESE MEN and HES HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE.. AND I WANT TO GET BACK AT HIM..... AND IM NOT LEAVING HERE TILL I FUCK YOUUUUUUR BRAINS OUT. im like high too .. but im like.. what the fuckkk is this bitch on .. shes fuckin CRAZYYYYY.. crazy horny .. and im like, honestly SO. “Well, I was kind of hoping that this time we would get there together.” Her hand had begun softly stroking my shaft and I felt her fingers gently caressing my balls. It suddenly occurred to me that I might keep my mouth shut and take whatever she had in mind. She looked up at me, “Oh, you mean a 69? Yeah, that’s my favorite but not today; this means a lot to me to repay you for yesterday.” She then got real serious, tightening her hand around the base and squeezing. Her eyes locked on to.