The last time he was permitted to spunk was after a 90 day punishment.It was in an amount that was I'd guess to be equal to at least three double size... shot glasses...probably seven ounces of passion lotion.Enough of that for now.There are many true tales to come... Anyway I'm now fair, fat and forty.My hair is auburn and I stand 5'11" and 6'7" in my specially made 8" heeled shoes and boots which I personally don't like wearing but are so sexy that they make me want to have an orgasm.I. He bites his lip as he continues to rub his mother's cunt. Suddenly, he stops, keeping his hand there."Go sit on top of the washing machine," he demands."No... You can't tell me to do anything, Matthew." Yes, I can. If you want dad to stay naive then you will do it. If you want me to do well on my test and study, you'll do it."She stands there with her eyes closed in silence. Her son's hand still on her pussy.'He promised me. Pinky promised,' she thinks in her head.Suddenly, she moves. Going. "May the force be with you," I said softly, giggling a little. My mood lightened considerable as soon as I was inside. I always felt better in places like that, around people like me, which they were.I was a lesbian, broke and lonely and just looking for attention, for just an hour, or a night or whatever I could get. And all these people were the same, desperate and longing. It was the part of town where people drank beer from bottles, and dropped quarters on a pool table, and gave head to. Featherstone, for instance. Her meds knock her out. I slip into her unit every night — she's always first. I used to tip-toe around but ever since I broke a glass once and got it cleaned up without her waking, I don't even bother. Her bedroom has one of the security lights outside shining in so I can see just as if it were daylight. She sleeps through me moving the sheet and lifting her nightgown. She wears granny panties, which I find incredibly hot. I usually wack off on them and then find a.