“My hand went out to comfort her, “Its OK Mom; don’t cry.” She pulled herself together and pouted at my embarrassment. “What must you think ...f me?”She leaned into me; kissing me; I could taste the drink on her lips!Now I understood; I’d never seen her drunk! She lost her balance a little, rolling into me and snuggled her cheek into my chest. Her leg slid over mine and I could feel her crotch against my thigh. My cock expanded which pressed against her. “Jesus! Is that for real?” she murmured. I. I went to the skinny backyard and found a small shed and necessary. I rested my back and watched the house until nightfall. No one came or went as far as I could tell so when the last light was extinguished on the third floor, I pried my way inside, doffed my boots and crept up the carpeted stairs. I stood in the dark hall at the first landing and huskily whispered, "Sheila."I assumed her servants, if any, slept in the steep-roofed garret above, so I whispered her name a bit louder. I light. I gave Mari and Sarah a tour of the house. I showed them the barn and the guest house too. They were all around impressed, Sarah loved the house and Mari couldn't keep her eyes off of my mother. Rachel took me aside when we had a chance to be alone. "That woman keeps looking at me, Mike." "Who? Mari?" "Yes, she thinks I don't notice but she keeps staring me up and down." "Is it making you feel uncomfortable?" "Uhh, no… well, I kinda like it, I guess." "You like it?" "Yeah, I feel strange. ?Shall we find out?? He asked. She thought the question rhetorical and when she didn’t answer he twisted one of her nipples through 180 degrees. She squealed. ?Yes! Yes!?He reversed his twist, again causing immense pain in Christine’s already sore nipple, ?Yes what???Yes Master.? She responded through the pain. ?Good.? He released her nipple and his hand immediately darted toward her crotch. Christine closed her thighs without thinking and Mister Black’s free hand immediately came up.