He took off his coat and hung it on a hook that was just above his boots. Later after dinner he would get a burlap bag and go to the barn wearing his ...ouse boots. There he would clean his work boots so they would be ready for tomorrow.He walked past the living room and into the kitchen. His mom turned around and said, "Wash your hands, Logan. Dinner is ready." Okay mom," he answered. Logan washed his hand and returned to the kitchen. His mom served him beans with ham hocks and corn bread. For. He is a slave to his love for me. He is a slave to his responsibility. He is a slave to the passion and the commitment. He is a slave to his overwhelming desire to protect his property at all costs. He is a slave to his slave. I know without question that he loves me so much he’d literally lay down his life for me. He owns me, and his ownership owns him.”Then it dawns on you, the real paradox; that from within in a truly loving and caring D/s relationship there is no way to tell who is the. “Yes... they can be troublesome, but they tend to be better behaved when there’s a third party in the room.” I slipped my knees beneath my mother’s as Janey pulled my erection closer to her rosy, dripping slit. My sister glanced at the screen over my shoulder and released my cock for a moment while she slipped an extra pillow beneath my mother’s head. I followed my mother’s gaze to look over my shoulder. The angle of the camera was good enough to reveal my undulating cock and my mother’s pussy.. It was a very sticky mess. She stayed on top of me. I wanted her to get off but she wouldn’t. I watched her stir the cum around her hairy muff. Then she moved off and began licking the cum off of me. It was rather erotic to see her eating the cum. She went down on me causing me to rejuvenate. I felt very weird. She made me want her. She wanted me on top and I slid back into her. ‘FUCK ME!’ I started pounding my cock into her and she started cuming again. With each thrust she squirted pussy.