I turned back to watch him walk over to the pile of stuff in the corner and select a whisk. I don't mean a kitchen whisk, either. I mean a big honking...horsetail whisk.Now, I've been whipped before. It can be fun. Have you ever tried it? No? Um, OK, sorry. I know we're talking about me, not you.The loosening I'd felt earlier turned into lassitude when Harry came over with the whisk. I knew what was coming. I fought it, sort of, but at the same time I didn't want to fight it. I know that doesn't. Feeling nothing but pleasure, I began rocking back and forth, fucking myself on Tommy's willing cock. Tommy's hands held my hips. "Yes baby. Fuck me. That feels so good."That made two of us. I continued moving back and forth. I had shortened my movements, trying to keep what I think was the head of his cock, right over my prostate. The pleasure was way greater than I'd ever imagined it would be, plus, I'd felt no pain. Apparently, my fucking myself with dildos, and relaxing my hole had. That, you know... that you'll, well, see me as a...slut." Not at all." he responded. "How could I? You're a dignified woman who cares deeply for her son. That's so clear to me."Grover chimed in, His face appearing around the side of Burke's hip." No one thinks that, Mom. we're just happy you're here. I love you, Mom, and Burke," he said looking up to him, "he really likes you, Mom. He probably thinks you're hot!"Hot! Well, I did stay in shape, and I was only forty seven. I was still attractive,. My little brother.And me, masturbating in front of his bed.I got more and more turned on. I started moaning a little, and desperately tried to keep my voice down. Years of suppressed desires, unrequited love were breaking free.One hand in my pants, I stretched out the other, with trembling grip.And touched his cock for the first time in my life.Something like an electric shock went threw my arm. Somehow, that had been the last straw.I came closer, still rubbing and fingering myself, and now.