“I'm not Mark. I'm his son.”Her hands reached out, caressing my face. “Yes, I can see that. You are just as handsome. My groom. I dreamed of you...for so long.” Her hands pulled me down for another kiss as her body undulated beneath me.I matched her rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her tight depths. Her breasts, hard nipples, and harder nipple ring rubbed on my chest. Her hands wrapped around my neck and her thighs around my waist, holding me tight.“Yes!” she moaned as she rocked beneath me,. Meanwhile, every night I had the same dream some weird, very masculine voice telling me to find the Moon? One evening when I was alone at home because my mom was not feeling healthy so both my parents went to the hospital though they invited me but I preferred staying at home. After surfing the net for quite some time I was bored and when I went to the kitchen to get some water while returning I saw myself in the mirror and stopped there, I was trying to find the other and weird side of me in. The house and yard were beautiful, and seemed well worth the mortgage payments I mail home each month.Joan had started an exercise program and was pleased and proud of the results. She has always had nice legs and magnificent breasts, but has had to struggle with her weight. She was now trimmed and toned and looked better than I had ever seen her.I was anticipating our reunion in bed, but when she left the bathroom wearing her thread-bare old "sleep only" T-shirt, I knew there was a problem.. Suddenly I heard something cracking behind me and snapped around, only to see Janice standing there in her full dominatrix costume, a whip held firmly in her hand. She watched me with an amused...almost hungry expression."Looking for something slut?" Janice asked, the sarcasm evident in her voice. "The necklace perhaps."I was scared and ashamed of myself. Weakly, I nodded, "Yes mistress." I shivered slightly as that word had slipped out, almost without meaning to."Mistress..." Janice whispered..