We head out and my sister-in-law has got on leggings so tight they are almost see through especially in the sunshine. We walk and i wonder if i should...say anything as i let her walk infront of me a few times, her sexy big arse jiggling as she goes. As we almost get to the supermarket i blurt out 'have you got any knickers on?' she turns to me and pulls up her leggings while saying why does it look like i have? I feast my eyes and say no, thinking she might be embarrassed but no she looks me in. That was when it all changed and he had started to lust after his mother with a passion that the ‘trick-cyclists’ would have considered ‘unhealthy and misplaced’ and when that happened they would have let the word “incest” rear its ugly head. But call it what you like -John simply LOVED his mother. It was uncomplicated; sexual certainly but there were no complications like wanting to marry her or have children with her. No. All he wanted was to explore and have fun with the woman who made him. But as he kneels before us today, I want you to think of him as Your Slave. At least for the next 7 days. You are the Queen and he is your servant. Drive that into his head. Every hour of every day remind him that he is the slave in this relationship. I looked upward and over at my wife. She was looking down at me. As my wife stared down at me I heard Mistress say, remember, you are the Queen and he is the slave. Your wish is his command. He is to serve you and think only of your pleasure. Is. How could I possibly want my girlfriend not to do stuff with anyone else and to hear about it at the same time? She began to kiss me along my side, moving slowly but with a singular purpose down my torso. It was sexy and exciting and it helped to make my mind stop focusing on (obsessing about?) her lips — and her throat — wrapped around some other guy’s cock. It didn’t hurt that I could feel her hard nipples preceding her slow and inexorable journey to my dick. Opting to worry about my sanity.