The clock had the quarter hours marked clearly and rose called my attention to it; it was a quarter to twelve nearly time for his next visit. I rele...sed her and she almost eagerly laid herself flat on the bench, happily giving me her arms then ankles to secure together and to the bench and relishing the expectation of his whipping.The buzzer sounded promptly and the master swept in again, whip in hand. He nodded his approval, and then brought the leather down on her knees.Like this morning. I’d peep through the door when she got home from work changing her clothes or just before she’d get ready to take a bath. With that being said, the best way to see my mom naked/horny was getting her drunk. That’s right, when my mom gets drunk she turns a little crazy, she can’t really handle it. Then again, it depends on how much she drinks as well. Best part is, she doesn’t remember half the stuff she does. My dad knows this, and i know he does. Sometimes my dad would force her to drink. By. Fuck the beer, let's just get it on.But I managed to string a couple of words together, "sure, sounds good."We sat next to one another on the couch, but I made a conscious decision not to sit too close to him. He was having none of it and moved in closer to me. I swear, he knew exactly what I was thinking and asked me if I was nervous and shy.I told him I was both and proceeded to ask him why he had invited me back to his place.He didn't reply. Instead he put his beer down on the floor and. "Settle down, guys."The two dogs went outside as he showed her in."Humble," she said, eyeing the comfortable interior of the cabin."And simple," Harry said, gathering her into his arms for a hug that was wonderfully, comfortably long.When the hug finally ended, he gave her a tour of the cabin, all without moving."Kitchen in the corner, toilet's behind the little door next to the tub, office over there, bed ... well, like everything else, it's pretty obvious where it is. There's your tour.".