’ There I had said it. I was so proud of myself. ‘She told you about the rooms in my house, also?’ Alex’s tone and demeanor was one of cautiou... speculation. I think he knew he had to handle this very carefully or else I was gone. ‘Yeah, she said you have more whips than some riding schools inside one of the rooms.’ I was feeling very authoritative in a curious kind of way. ‘There are many different realms to BDSM, it can range from mild to severe. On the severe side is the sadomasochist. That. . The previous night, my girls had returned from their shopping trip, humming the incredibly catchy song from the first tape. I couldn’t help but admire their choice of clothes - my wife had decided to go in a sort of sexy housewife direction, and was wearing a red polka-dot dress that ended way above her knees, and showed off plenty of cleavage to boot. When she bent over, one would expect it to show off her panties - but to my delight, she wasn’t wearing any.My daughters, bless them, had. It was not just going to be the two of us though. Chloe, Lynne’s work colleague and our shared lover, would be joining us. I was very much looking forward to this evening, especially after dinner!That feeling was intensified beyond belief when Chloe arrived at the restaurant. She too wore a figure-hugging dress, low cut to really show of her gorgeous pert breasts and the shortish length of the dress made her legs look so inviting. Heads turned as we walked in and I think a few husbands were. If pushing the blame off on me helped her do that―Then fine. I could live with that. No problem. I just wanted to do more stuff with my mom. It seemed pretty simple to me. I’m sure that was my dick thinking for me but sometimes my dick had quite a head on its shoulder.I realize that I was only 17, but I’d never experienced anything like the rush; the bold-face, undeniable shiver of excitement that shot through me when my mother gave in to the lust. There are no words. You could have dipped my.