I grab it and hold the cold steel against her, ‘stand still and don’t fucking move’ I threaten. I tear off her skirt and her panties are even se...ier than the ones I found in her underwear drawer. ‘‘Fuck me’ I exclaim, I’ve never seen a sexier copper. ‘Take my cock out now’ I hiss and she does it. The touch of her hands on my cock drives me fucking wild and I grab her by the hair and bend she over the back of the settee. ‘Put your fucking hands behind your fucking back’ I gasp and she does. The. I couldn't believe how much better it felt than my own hand. It was more than a little embarrassing to have my mother pinch my dick, but I was so overwhelmed by the feeling that I found some manly courage. "Wow, do that some more" I gasped. She looked up at me with surprise and said "I guess you're getting old enough to like that, so I can't".Well that made no sense to me what so ever. "Because I like it, you can't?" I questioned. "I'm your mother and it's wrong for me to touch you there now. I could tell it excited Christy too, as evidenced by the goose bumps that ran up her arm while her nipples turned into tiny raisins. Outside the cabana, I heard Christy's boyfriend angrily and loudly ask a waitress if she had seen her. Oh no. We didn't need her clueing him into Christy's location right now I thought, my heart racing faster with nervousness. I was quickly put back at ease though when the waitress replied that she had not seen her.I withdrew my hand and watched as Christy. Everytime, my restrained finger yanked on my stretched nipple. I was newlycrying from the humiliation and pain.Then it happened. A group of unsavory boys, probably late teens camedown the sidewalk toward me."What do we have here," the one who was the leader said. "Slut whore,"he read my collar. "Slut," he read the ink above my cunt. Think weshould see if that is true?" [Like, please just let me like go?]" I begged uselessly."Oh, I love the voice," the leader said. "Don't know or care what.