Taboo. He was sure he should feel guilty. But he didn't. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?Downstairs, Laura was working on beef stroganoff wearing...her jeans, her tank top, and a permanent smile. She kept thinking about the experience she just shared with her stepbrother. Laying between his legs, watching him stroke himself, she working her clit. Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush and she felt hot. And she had to laugh, too. She was giddy. And she still couldn't believe she'd. Troy, was Italian, about 26, handsome features and in great shape. Tyrone, his buddy, black from England, in monstrous shape. They were in entrepreneuring, and seemed like a lot of fun. Naturally, my wife was engaged and I could tell, attracted to them and the professional attention they gave her with subtle compliments, and good humour. My wife went to the bathroom, and it was without seconds passing, Troy dropped 4 drops into her wine. I discussed ground rules quickly before she returned,. She gasped then spread her legs wide offering herself to me. I pushed further ahead and felt her warm wet folds begin to open up to the onslaught.She gasped again. Then in one quick upwards thrust I entered her. My cock slid in to her like a hot knife through butter. As soon as I was deep inside her aching cunt, she let out a loud low moan then whispered. Fuck me son, fuck your mom. Those words thrilled me like never before. I reached down, grabbed her ass cheeks and began slamming my cock in. "Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, "I've been good ... I haven't tried to fight you at all, since we got here ... how long are you gonna keep me like this?" Whoa! So many questions! Too many I think," he responded He retrieved the ball gag from the living area, and put it to its intended use.Effectively silenced, PeeJay began to cry, quietly. What're they gonna do to me? She liked playing bondage games when she was in charge, and she had always been a cruel Mistress, but she'd never.