Yeah I guess youre right, like always i replied, with a smile on my face as I was taking off the boxers. By the time I had taken them off, my penis ha... grown to its fullest extent. I was now standing fully naked next to my mother, with a raging boner. My cock was leaking precum, only about 3 feet away from my mother. It was surreal, like in one of my many fantasies that I would dream about every day. I pulled myself together and kept telling myself that this is normal, that its perfectly. It felt good to slip into the new shirt – especially since it hung nice and loose on me which made me feel much more comfortable. In the meantime, Tara was wriggling into the shirt I’d been wearing. It was skin-tight on her and she smoothed it down with a satisfied smirk. We might be more or less the same size, but Tara definitely curves a bit more than I do and the tight shirt certainly showed off those curves.I waited until Tara was ready and then pulled the door open. Now that we were both. It had been three days, or three weeks, to be honest I didn't know. Life had become a rut of crawling out of bed for that first drink of the day, usually a beer with Jim Beam chaser, followed by a thawed out waffle to keep it down. By mid morning I was sufficiently inebriated to make a list of things I'd need to make it thru another day.In case your wondering how someone can survive like that I guess I should tell you strait up, they couldn't. When rent next came due I wouldn't have it. I. .horses stall......to the control missing 5 of clothes pegs on slave body- 20! 5 missing.... so 5 wiph lash for you...Francesco was gagged and silent , Claudia led him toward a bench and made him bend in order to have legs apart and torso touching the bench with his ass exposed ....Five strong lashes......from gagged mouth of Francesco some whimperings.....immediately after Claudia led the slave in the farmyard:she began to wash the mud and dirt with a hose from body slave......cold water for.