I tried to summon up the speech I had prepared months before for just such a moment of revelation. The words died in my throat. None of the explanatio...s, none of the reassurances, seemed to matter now. "Is that what you really want?" she said, her eyes wide, "To be a woman's slave? To be humiliated, to be tortured?"I turned away from her and began to cry. There was no way to explain it to her. How can you explain wanting such a thing? I began imagining the sordid details of the end of our. Thinking at first it was from the next room I ignored it but then realized it was from my mom's room and that it was my mom. It almost sounded like sex was happening, but I thought that could not be the case. But the more I listened the more I was sure that is what was happening. So I slowly and quitely opened my door and listened some more and sure enough it had to be someone having sex in my mom's room. I slowly peaked around the corner into mom's room to see her fully naked with two naked. "Like a zombie, she crossed to him on pointed toes. Her head barely reached his chest, and his stiff cock pointed at her midsection like a spear. She took another step forward. The cockhead was nuzzling against her heaving abdomen just beneath the luscious underswellings of her precocious tits.He groaned. "Want to see more?" he asked. "Just help yourself, honey--there's more. Remember--I'm ballsy."Licking suddenly dry lips with a vixen tongue, Amy reached forward and finished undoing his. .. "Dani cried, her fingers entangling themselves in my hair, striving to guide me to her liquid center."Please, What... ? "I teased, deliberately licking my way up the other thigh. The frustration of being denied the sensations, that she so desperately carved, drove her passions higher and higher."Please, please, please," she whimpered, her movements becoming more urgent. Her need, for me sink my questing tongue into her humid depths, plainly evident by the paroxysms of her writhing body. "Say.