I got so drunk that I had to take a cab home at 1:00 AM and Dee was pissed. It wasn’t bad enough that I had forgotten to call her, I was so hung ove... most of Saturday morning that I didn’t accomplish any of my normal chores and when Dee asked me what I had done the night before I couldn’t remember much past ten o’clock. Dee let me know that she was getting tired of my coming home so drunk after going out with my friends. I wasn’t too worried though, I knew that by Sunday everything would be. Me: OK mom, thanks.Mom: Btw how frequently do you do it?Me: Before you came, twice a day, (After a long pause) sometimes more on weekends. I am alone so I can do it anytime I want.Mom: That is too much, do it just only once a day. Otherwise you can have pain in your. In your.(after a lot of hesitation and trying to find another word) private part.Me: OK mom. I will do it only once.Then the rest of the dinner finished quietly. I was excited that mom had allowed me to go ahead and masturbate. She lifted her head, and told me to take hold of her hair. I reached forward, clasp a fist full of her hair and yank her head back. With the other hand, I gave her a slap on her ass, “Ah, you bastard Bob, I love that. Another one!” she requested. I slapped her again, “Harder you cunt, make it hurt,” Jean, shouted out. Jean, was very loud, Ron must have heard her, I slapped her again, and again fairly hard. I could see her ass turning red, she growled like a bear, then loudly with each thrust. I thought to myself ‘hey, they had that picture of me but of course they did not know I found it or even knew I knew they were getting off thinking about me.’ I just turned to face him, still stroking my older sons’ cock, "Oh so you jack-off to that magazine picture as well? I caught your brother jacking-off, so I asked him if he would like to have a woman do it for him. I said he could pretend I was who ever it was in that magazine. he was getting himself off to. Of course he won’t let me see.