The immeasurable tension had finally been lifted, and we were mother and son again. I had known this woman for my entire life, and she had known me fo... most of hers. I was her son, and she was my mother. We were a family, and would be forever.She regained her composure before I did."We sure have been through a lot together, huh k**do?" She tried to force the smile from her face, fixed her hair, and straightened her shirt in an attempt to get serious. "Alright hun, I'm really ready this time.. "Kneel," Master commanded.We both got into position me with a yelp of pain as I drove the buttplug deeper."Okay sluts I want the house cleaned top to bottom and the play room setup for a session later..." he commanded.I knew the session was going to involve both Penny and myself inhumiliating and degrading ways and shivered at the thrilling thought."So Slut Davina.....start with the upstairs bathroom.....I want itspotless understand," he growled."Yes Master," I replied meekly."Slut Penny, you. When she worked nights, she had to arrange for a sitter. Tommy was good about her night work. Ann Driscola, the elderly widow who lived up the road with her sister, needed to supplement her social security checks. Minding Tommy was a lot better than working at McDonald’s as far as Ann was concerned. However, Ann didn’t like working overnights. Seventeen- year-old Sophie was a good backup for Ann, but unavailable to sleep over alone. Kate would swap out her graveyard shifts, midnight to eight. Initially she was a friend of mine who shared lot of similar views and many times we would go for drives. In one of the drives in the evening it become dark and as we were parked in secluded places we happened to hug each other on some topic. The hug lingered and I gently kissed her on her cheek. This was the start of our many kisses though they remained on the cheek of forehead for almost a month and then one day the our lips brushed each other accidentally and then deliberately. We started.