"Dinner in 30," she said, "so you have got time for a shower."After showering I completed one of my homework assignments before mom called me for dinn...r. To my surprised she had opened a bottle of wine. Our conversation was easy and centred around football and school. When we finished I cleared away and stacked the dished in the dishwasher whilst mom took the wine glasses and the remains of the bottle through to the lounge.As I finished clearing away I heard her go upstairs and into her. When She gets home what happens next depends on Her.Well just the other day She was coming home and didn't text me anything which to me means that her day went well and she's likely just not in the mood for anything like that and so i just start dinner. Anyways, dinner goes well after she comes home, we talk for a bit and then we get a knock on the door that she gets, typically i get the door, that's when the neighbor's husband comes in...This part is simple but OUT OF FREAKIN NOWHERE....he is. I put the oil aside and slowly began to slide back and forth again between her cheeks. But now the oil was letting my cock slip deeper between her cheeks. When I could feel it stop as it pushed against her hole I dripped a little more warm oil between her cheeks to lube her opening. “No, not do this. I don’t want to hurt” she cried out.“It won’t hurt. Besides, isn’t this what you did to me?”“Yes, but finger much smaller than penis. It too big.”“Okay, I know what to do!” I said.I took one finger. "Good. Now take a shower, shave, brush your teeth, and comb your hair. I want you looking pretty for the girls," she instructed him."Yes, Mistress," he said."Good boy," she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.That was typical of their D/s relationship. Candy could be harsh at times, but she was often sweet to him. Nevertheless, what she called him summed up her attitude about him: "boy". He was not a man to her, just a boy-toy. She didn't respect him, even she had grown to like him a.