She bathed her fingers fully with the cool liquid and when she tickled her son’s anus with one of them, he shivered with delight.“Kiss me, mom,”...Susan heard her son say earnestly.She reached up and held her face close upon his. She could feel his nervous breath upon her skin, his lips waiting for hers in anticipation of a familiar intimacy. But instead of the usual affectionate kiss, she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, and pressed her wet lips delicately upon his.To James, this unexpected. A whip? A flogger maybe?Swish! Across my bottom. A flogger, I guessed. Not so bad. Not as harsh as her final hand spank. And another. I jumped a little.I felt hands fiddling with my dress. It was being lifted. And tucked into my belt. My poor bottom was much more on display now. Oh, and worse, Mistress grabbed my panties and pulled them up, disappearing into my crack. I really was exposed now.Then.... swish... crack! Ouch. Crack! Crack! OK, this was more intense. But the feeling of a flogger is. At the time, it had only brought back memories of her life on the ranch and the animals there. It was back at her family's ranch were she had lost her virginity to a husky Rottweiler named Grant. She had no thought of making use of him then.But now that she lived under the same roof, things were different. Though her sex- life with Jesse was great, she always kept fantasizing about getting Comet involved with her and Jesse sometime. But she could never find any appropriate way to broach the. Her smile faded. She sighed. 'I took the liberty of reading it. It's very good.''Thanks.' The feel of her thigh and her waist was still warm on my hands. They were itching to be on her body again, to be cradling her. The silence was a little awkward.'Are you sure you won't have a glass of wine?''I'm sure, thanks.' Bloody hell. Why didn't I take it? It would have taken us through an awkward moment, brought us back to happy and informal, but I was sure of nothing, except raw lust and jittery.