Some body paint. Some weird sunglasses – a man's pair and a woman's. A wide brimmed hat. A beard. Fake moustaches. More than enough stuff to disguis... two nude bike riders. To disguise a mother and her son.It was just after eleven at night when I finally got home. I'd been in my room for only about five minutes before mom appeared in my doorway. She found me sitting at my desk facing my computer. All I had on were a pair of boxer shorts. I'd been waiting for her. I'd already started up my laptop. After ensuring I was clean it was only fair that I should return the compliment and I took great pride in first soaping her puffy little bee stings which made her shudder a few times when I flicked around her bullet like nipples and while soap isn’t the best thing to insert into her pussy I did ensure it was clean, she turned her back bending down and helped me by pulling her arse cheeks apart exposing her darkened ring, “Daddy and Kenny always like to clean this as deep as possible sir” she. For the first time in many years I felt a close bond with my sister. I felt sympathy for her, and surprisingly, anger at the guy that had caused her pain. At that moment I would have gladly smacked him down for her.My mother glared at me “That's something your father would do! You ever do that to a girl I'll cut your balls off and give them to her as a gift.” What the fuck? I was just standing there and all of a sudden I was as bad as Holly's boyfriend? Mom spun on her heels and went to. ’ ‘I am your animal, your bitch.’ ‘You are my slave.’ ‘I certainly am your slave.’ ‘Good. Now, there are a pair of scissors, a razor and shaving cream on the sink. Shave off all your pubic hair and be sure to get the hairs around your asshole. You’ll keep it that way from now on. Both because I prefer smooth cunts and, whenever you undress, as a reminder of me.’ ‘Yes. Whenever I go to the toilet I’ll think of you.’ ‘I’m sure piss will make you think of me.’ She blushed and then protested, ‘But.