"The son walks away still confused, and sees his father watching television. The son walks up to his father and says "Dad, what's a pussy?" The father...doesn't want to miss the baseball game so he quickly whips out his Penthouse magazine to the centerfold, grabs a marker and draws a circle around the vagina and says "Son, this is a pussy!"The son, now starting to understand what the older boys are talking about asks "Then, what is a bitch?"The dad replies, "That's everything outside the. I didn’t realize it before but when I did, I said “aunty I am old, I can take a shower on my own”. I was in my undies with my belly hanging slightly out of my undies. Aunty said “oh ho, he is still shy of ladies….don’t worry keep your undies on if you like”. Saying this she stood next to me in the bathroom and poured water on my shoulders. The wet underwear was hugging on to my bubble-butt and front. Auntie’s clothes were also getting wet. She slowly started from my toes up my legs and thighs,. The rope around her wrists stayed in place and was now being used as a kind of leash or guide. The rope around her ankles had been slacked some to allow her to walk, or rather hobble. The gag also stayed in place, but the blindfold was eventually discarded.Blaire emerged from the van, after an awkward moment or two, to find herself in a foreign location. She didn’t get out of the city much, and this was most definitely not one of the places she was used to going. As far as she was. I was relieved to see he was still sleeping, but obviously having a sexual dream, so I lay quite still and gently masturbated him, stroking his cock ever so slowly, prolonging the contact, and offering my other breast to his eager mouth.When the moment came for his release, I could feel his body stiffen, and shake, then relax, and his penis soften in my hand.I felt like a complete mother then, I had given my son an experience he would always relish, even though he would not know it was I, but.