“If I didn’t, I do now,” he chuckled.“Mmm,” she responded.They each drank their orange juice, fresh squeezed, before kissing. So morning bre...th wouldn’t be an issue. It might have been awkward, her having to lean her head back for the kiss, but it felt perfect. They ate while they fucked. Really just tightening and loosening inside. Sometimes he caressed her nipples or strummed her clit. Sometimes she’d reach down and bounce his balls. Sustaining a wonderful plateau of pleasure.Both of them. ”“I was mad at some of my friends so I went to the state university to check on a friend I met at Willow Academy,” I said as I plate mom’s omelet and set it in front of her.“George, I want to be your mother and get to know you and be a part of your life,” mom informs me as she starts to cry. “I’ve learned a lot in counseling and I realize that I’ve been a selfish daughter to my parents and a bad mother to you.” I walk around the counter as mom stands and we hug.“I’m so sorry,” mom cries. I have. Wide awake, I found myself crying. "Honey?" she said. She was majorly concerned. I spun out of bed and waddled a few feet away from the bed and from her. She followed me. "I'm okay. I was just—it was just—" "Shut up. I'm here for you," she said. We showered together and ate some hot cereal together and shared a couple of spousal kisses together. It couldn't last. "You should be mine and only mine," I said. I got up from the table and headed unconsciously toward the coffeepot. "Honey, I. He always supposed the cane would hurt, but even so, he knew that he didn’t want to appear to be a wimp just because his teenage cleaner was caning him, and so focused and held onto the seat of the chair. It was more difficult to keep hold of the chair when the second stroke bit into his bottom as the pain was even greater than after the first stroke. However, he managed it, and once again was delighted that he was being so submissive whilst experiencing his long-held fantasy. He looked again.