I stopped outside, then tapped meekly at the door."Come in." he called. I pushed open the door and moved through, looking down at the floor. "You call...d me, master?" I asked."Come in, slave." he said. I closed the door and hurried in to obey. My master sat on a thickly cushioned chair, two slave boys waving tall palm fronds to cool him. I moved to him and knelt at his feet."My member requires your attention, slave." he said, casually, as though telling me for a cup of water. I crawled up into. ”I was so worked up that when I came home I started laying into Shane, again, but this time I was really pissed off. “You better tell me why my mother is going on vacation while you’re still here.”He was in the backyard, building something I can’t seem to recollect. “Now’s not the time Nic.”“I don’t give a shit about the right time. What the fuck is going on?”“God dammit Nic…” He slammed the tools onto the table in front of him, “She’s having an affair……okay?........is that a good reason for. I started pinching and pulling on my nipples hard. Suddenly Mark was pulled up roughly by his hair and bent over the bed. As the man smeared his cock and Marks tight hole with lube I began going insane with lust. I had never been this turned on in my life. The man, without using a condom, slowly and steadily pushed his throbbing member inside of my boyfriend. Mark let out a cry of pain that quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. The man began thrusting harder and harder grabbing onto Marks hair. We were cuddling in each other’s arms until I fell asleep. Next morning I woke up and found myself naked with my naked son sleeping next to me, so I knew it wasn’t a dream. I really did fuck my son.It was Saturday so I didn’t wake my son. I got out of bed and took a hot shower, and then change my clothes for work. The whole time I was at work I was reliving the moment of what happened last night in my head. I was ashamed at myself for what happened but at the same time I found myself thinking.