‘I know I have been harsh on you, so now it’s time for you to have some enjoyment. I hope you still have some pee left?’ I nodded and Marci st...od. ‘Good, then come and fuck me!’ She went over and leant on the kitchen table and I came up behind her and pulled her knickers down. Marci kicked them aside and bent over, offering herself to me. ‘I have been a really bad mistress, please make me pay for being such a harsh bitch.’ I slapped Marci’s arse then ran my hand down the cleft of her. Even though he belonged to my brother-in-law, I think Barney spent more time over at my house than at his own. My parents both worked, so our house was empty when I came home from high school each day. I had 2-3 hours to myself every day before anyone else came home and, being the horny girl that I was, I spent a lot of that time masturbating. Using my fingers to get myself off was nice, but got boring after a while. And I fucked myself with many different implements that were handy. Back when. I rubbed my thumb across the tip, precum beading out. I smeared the slick juices across his head.“Leyla,” he groaned, eyes opening. “Finished with Dad, you little slut?”“I'm your mother, not a slut!” I told him, being so stern. His dick twitched in my hand. “Mom?” he groaned.“I'm just making sure you're not in discomfort. And you're so hard. You poor thing. Mommy will make sure everything is fine. I'll jerk off your dick so you can sleep in peace.”“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, his dick throbbing in. And she was definitely out of place here.She and Kate were sitting at the bar in a redneck tavern a few miles out of town. Country music blared from the jukebox, the air was heavy with smoke, and Trish asked herself for the thousandth time how in the 'fuck' she had ever let Kate talk her into anything like this.She was wearing some clothes of Kate's -- spike heels so high she could hardly stand up in them, a tinselly blue wig, and a sheathlike dress that fit her like a glove.It wasn't made to.