“I had a lovely time. I was the only girl – I didn’t know that was what my friends had planned, and I was a bit surprised at first. But I’d ne...er been fucked so many times before. It was fantastic.” “How many times?” “Well, I wasn’t really counting …” I said, not wanting to show off. “We were discussing it earlier,” Peter interrupted again. “We think between us we had her about fifty times. And she was still ready for more.” “My personal best …” I said shyly. “Now that could be a title,”. I then led him into the house and invited him to place the box on a small table in my kitchen.“Hi, I’m Luiz but everyone just calls me Louis,” he said introducing himself.When he extended his arm in greeting, his beefy hand had the coarseness of a labourer.I had always hated nicknames, name shortening, or derivations of people’s names and therefore, answered, “Hi, I’m Waldo, nice to meet you Luiz.”Luiz then told me that he had a smallholding where he grew vegetables and fruit. Although he sold. Moving to her left she was brought up short. She rolled back to the right and found she had a little more freedom that way but was still pulled up short again. Reaching up to her neck she felt the collar and noticed that it had a lead attached to it. Dropping back, she closed her eyes and began to cry. Her first thoughts went to the twins and George but the realization that she was a helpless prisoner, her tears were more bitter. Suddenly a door opened and the man from the previous evening. I believe it’s what some people in the incest community call ‘being bred’ and I wanted it badly. I wanted my teenage son, who I’d fallen in love with, to breed me with his large, meaty penis.My typical day revolved around my son, like you’d expect most mother’s lives would, but not in the way you’d expect. When I wasn’t submitting to him and calling him cute names like ‘daddy’, ‘sweetie’, and ‘baby’, I’d be cooking for him, cleaning, going to the gym to stay sexually attractive for him,.