Dont make fun of me because I want to have sex you mom, he said as tears came to his eyes. I have always been a sucker for his tears. I wrapped him in...my arms and gave him a motherly hug. As I felt him snuggle up to me I once again felt that deep down yearning. To fight it off I said to him, You know that some people believe that is the worst thing that a mother can do with her son. He only snuggled against me and softly sobbed. I went on, You know that if we did and anyone ever found out I. The cellar was spacious and he had all kinds of sex-equipment standing around for usage of slaves.I was put on a low chair, my hands got tied behind the chair, my legs spread-eagled and cuffed left and right, exposing by testicles and hard dick for his enjoyment. Once fixed in this helpless position he clamped some heavy weights on my tits and walked away.He came back after a while with a can of beer in his hand and a burning cigar. By that time he was naked. He stood in front of me and ordered. I won't repeat it here because it turns out she is fairly well known and I don't want let the world know. "Mrs. wants to by me those black stiletto Jimmy Choo's, you know the slutty looking ones." Tish was having a hard time focusing because at that moment she was getting a full on view of my very swollen shaved pussy. I say very swollen and you probably have an image in your mind of "just fucked" pussy, but you would be wrong. Before leaving the house Mr. Brown introduced me to pussy pumping.. Heck, you might still be home with that sexy young wife ofyours. Of course, it worked out pretty well once I started dating her. She loves having you as her oral sex slave and pain slut, and me as thereal man in her life. Look at all the fun we've had together, the threeof us. And didn't I introduce you to those buddies of mine on the pokernight we had at your house. I mean, your wife's house, now that she goteverything put into her name. Heh, heh. But even though you wereespecially good.