She lit a cigarette. Her son watched her, entranced."So, what did you think of your study break? Your mother give you a good handjob, or what?" Oh God... Mum, that was incredible. Absolutely incredible. I can't tell you." I'm glad you liked it, darling. There's more where that came from."Mother and son then spent a number of quiet moments simply looking at each other fondly. Neither was in the mood to force conversation. Long pauses, in other circumstances awkward, seemed comfortable in the. When Petya got up from the table, Lubo asked me if I fucked her regularly, because she looked very hot and unfinished, and I answered him honestly. I said I fuck my wife once a week. And that he probably has a lover. He said ...- Your wife wants you to fuck hard And during this time Petya comes to us with a nightgown seeing everything under her, and sat right next to him and poured himself a vodka. Then I said I was going for more alcohol . When I came back, I guessed what I would find, I went. I'm going to dominate you. I'm going to cuckold you. Whether you like it or not." His eyes drooped, he could no longer meet my gaze. It was an incredible feeling, to break his spirit like this, just with my words. "What is required of you, is to accept it, and accept it you will. In fact you will enjoy it." If I had any doubt about whether this was the right thing to say or do then it was dispelled by Steve's cock's reaction to my words. It was as hard as it ever had been when he had. I stood up and marvelled as my toes splayed on the ground, a few centimetres longer than the actual shoe, but it still felt great to have them on. I grabbed my phone and took a few selfies in the mirror, making sure I got my full body in the photos. After strutting around the apartment for a while and conducting my own mini catwalk show, I lay down on the bed with my small purple dilo. Sliding the sundress up my smooth legs, I pulled the thong to one side and slipped the dildo into my tight.