I then got off the bed and headed to the toilet and masturbated till I came. I came back to bed and fell off to sleep.Next day I just hung out around ...he house and helped her with chores. That was a bit awkward but it was fun being able to spend time close with mom. Helping was just a trick to have a couple of glimpses of her boobs guess what it worked not only did I have glimpses but even I got to touch her boobs and juicy ass while helping, the obvious this was got hard in my pants.I think. " She stepped back behind me and whack!"OW!" I tried reasoning with her, "Don’t, please, I don't like it." That was a bad move, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she didn't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was face to face with me, "Thank you." She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, "I really thought you'd. He fell asleep. She was bored. Her fingers were jilling her pussy as she thought about being taken by more cocks than she could count, used roughly, taken beyond her limits.She knew she needed to be raped. She knew the fantasies wouldn't go away until she lost control, until she was taken by strange, dirty, selfish men.Saturday morning, Charlotte drove to the next town. She bought a pair of handcuffs at a stag shop and the skankiest tartan skirt she could find. She then went to a cheap salon. Our parents were both hard working and successful lawyers. As well, they were incredibly religious, and were strongly against many things they viewed as immoral. Highest on the list were premarital sex and interracial relationships. While neither my sister nor I held the same beliefs, our parents made it clear often that if we wanted to keep our trust funds, we better abide by their beliefs.A little background: my sister Doe and I were always close growing up, and we hung out with the same.