Holding up outfits against each other, touching each other in naughty places, and of course kissing every few minutes. And suddenly, there was --.my m...ther! She was dressed conservatively sexy, but for some odd reason, she was picking out matronly dresses that make this curvy, shapely, still attractive 61-year-old woman look about 85. Mom saw me kissing and being all flirty with Vince, and she pulled me aside, out of Vince’s being able to hear us. “Isn’t this the same guy I saw you dancing with. As his cock pulsed and rubbed on the silk, Martha's words went through his head: 'There will be no going back.' As his ringed balls tingled and the plug conspired with the leather he was beaten with, he knew he was beyond the point of no return; his whole body stiffened as those balls gratefully released a torrent of hot semen, Martha and her maid laughing as she continued to flail his red ass with the flat leather strap as he jerked, the pleasure of bound orgasm outweighing the pain as he. I decided that I would just call him whatever she did. Honey would most likely be his name to me.The tall thin middle eastern looking man came to the table. It was then that I realized he was most likely Jewish, which would explain the name Benjamin. Jed was most likely a redneck name he used to make it easier to get along with a lkitchen staff of good old boys. Everything in life had a rational explanation, if you looked deeply enough. Even the most heinous crime made sense on some level, even. The mattress would have to be turned so not to provoke suspicious questions if mom ever saw those blots of blood, but a story could always be cooked up if needed. It was not a terrible crisis. The three of us went into the bathroom and took a long shower to wash our gritty sweaty bodies. Amy and I knew that her pussy would be sore of a while so we were conscious not to lather her down there. Cindy soaped my cock and then Amy's cunt, sticking her finger up. Amy smiled and kissed her sister.