This was a lonely desolate place, a country road with few buildings, the dark, dank and cloudy skies gave no cause for optimism at all, she knew it wo...ld take hours to walk home, she wanted to cry but what was the point, no-one would hear her. She trudged on with her head bowed and her feet scuffling against the rough pot-holed concrete that constituted a road.There was a light ahead, maybe some salvation, it was a porch storm lantern, quite appropriate under the circumstances, Isi wasn’t. I couldn't help but notice how much of this Vaseline you go through. My, my—you are prolific, aren't you?" Well, I... ," Mitch mumbled, unsure of how to respond."Now seriously, baby, how many times a day do you jack off?"Mitch was surprised by his mother's blatant question, and even after what they'd just been through, he felt himself blushing. Once again, he figured honesty was the best way to go. "Uh, usually five or six—sometimes more." Mmm, that's perfect," his mother said, a wicked little. Where she might have helped me, she was tied. We ended up laughing about the whole thing."We tried tying me up, but not you. Maybe I'd like a turn. Remember how I never used to like spanking somebody?" I nodded. "Well, now I do. I love to have you stretched over my lap and a paddle in my hand." That was true. I'd originally asked her to spank me so I could understand her desire to be paddled. The first time I called it off after three swats. It just hurt. On a later occasion, I just gritted my. She replied, "who's teasing". So, without hesitating I grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her body up against mine. My tongue went straight to her neck, slowly licking from her collar bone, all the way up behind her ear. Every few inches gently sucking as I licked. She grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts. They felt so wonderful, so big and soft. As I played with them, we started kissing. I kissed her very slow, biting her bottom lip just a little, before slowly sliding my.