This was a cock a girl could curl up to, or impale herself on to. Oh god what am I thinking? I am looking at a picture of my sons cock and loving it. ... clearly understood that this was wrong. But wait a minute, how wrong is this really? I am just doing undercover work right? None of this counts because he is never, and I mean never going to find out that his mother is looking at his cock. His naked erect, rather attractive young looking cock. A girl could ride that thing all afternoon and still. Gone was the perky, bubbly personality I loved. This creature standing before me, orchestrating all of this while grinning at me menacingly, was a predatory monster. With them both standing in front of me it dawned on me that both my mom and Taylor had similar builds. Cheryl Lincoln, my mom, stands about five-foot-five, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, B-cup breasts with a perky butt. Comparable to Abigail Spencer.“Don’t tell me!” Taylor tugged on my mom’s hair. “Tell him!” Now my mom’s. I found the pliers she had used on me and another knife that appeared only slightly sharper than the first. I grabbed one nipple with the pliers firmly then twisted it; her tits took on a weird shape as I continued to twist more pain into her; then I took the knife and removed the nipple. I was much more satisfied this time, blood poured from the wound. I did the same to the other nipple then found a can of gasoline and poured it over her breasts and nipples. Next I found her huge clit, grasped. The strap nearly knocked me off my feet with every stroke, whup whup whup whup, 4 dozen heavy blows causing such pain all I could was cry and weep. I finally went limp across the chair, unable to support myself due to complete exhaustion, Lorenzo lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried me off through the crowd, as if on cue all the people erupted in applause. Lorenzo carried me down the street to a small holiday trailer that he had parked there and.