“Oh I will do, when your sleeping.” She winked“now go do something with that” she continued.“Yeah right, how can I do something with this wh...n my mom just told me she masturbates, really?”She started to tell me how it was natural and how she does it quite often. My cock throbbed against her ass. She could feel, but didn’t complain this time. She started to go into detail of how she does it. Using toys and massaging her special area.“Stop mom” it was too much. My cock was now so hard you could. No more spying, none of Mom's controlling.Mom had become so damned paranoid... and suspicious. Linda recalled the quarrel between Mom and herself over the bedroom keys. Mom wanted to prevent them from locking the doors. Fortunately Dad had settled the matter. Drawing his wife aside he had whispered a few words into her ear."But Fred..." Mom protested.There were more whispered words until Mom's face became paler than usual. Obviously against her will, Mom held out the keys. Without hesitating,. "Good," said the woman as she took in Leanne's naked body. "Maybe you'll be some use to me after all." Leanne briefly wondered if she was referring to her obedience or her physical attractiveness. The woman was holding a few devices which she placed on a pile on the floor, except for one item. It was a collar, similar to the kind Leanne had bought months ago in the hope that her girlfriend would use it on her, before they had split up.Before Leanne had time to take in how quickly it was. I accepted his need, was pleased he wanted me, was happy to give it but just didn’t feel sexy. If aroused I had to get mine on top first but usually was too tired and laid back and let him have it, pleased he wanted it.As the kids grew out of diapers and choo-choo train baby talk ended, however, we began to emerge from our marriage shell and rejoin peers, at least on weekends. Most were still single, partying and sexually experimenting with the new Age of Aquarius. They avoided career, house.