It was you who fueled the desire for revenge within the depth of our being. As we waited for the time of revenge that must surely come, each of us pu... our money and our power and prestige behind the project until now SaM's Place is more powerful than any one person anywhere in the world."The jury members took off their robes to reveal black leather outfits similar to what had been worn by the masters inside the club. They approached Evelyn and lifted her up from her chair. She tried to. Mom’s breasts were in my face as she started sliding up and down on my dick, impaling herself on her own son’s prick. I didn’t say anything yet, but my actions spoke volumes, as I actively worked my hips to enhance our mutual pleasure from this act of mother-son incest. I thought back to the way that my birth father had exited my life, of course, after just four years of marriage between them. He had always been something of a drunk and beat Mom up more than once. Once he started on four year. “I hear a carriage. Go see who it is.” I scampered outside, and my fiancée ambled slowly behind me.It was indeed Mrs. Pembleton, and by the time I reached the driveway, she was slowly alighting from the coach while staring in amazement at the estate. As soon as I saw her, I knew my worries were, in fact, terribly groundless, since she was the same loving and warm person who had taught me so much for so many years, being practically a second mother during my most formative time. “Good heavens!”. There was no elevator so we walked up a dark staircase.The apartment was nicely decorated with modern furniture. It didn’t have a balcony but when she opened the big windows in the living room a warm breeze reached us. “This is nice, “I said, looking around. “I bet you wonder how I can afford this place being a waitress?” I smiled at her. “Yes, I did.” “See this?” she said, pointing at herself. “Yeah?” “My dad is German. And he sends me money every month. That’s how I can afford this kind of.