My light wasn’t on when Smita reeled home that night, but she came in anyway. I was fast asleep and the next thing I knew someone tumbled into bed b...side me and started tickling me.”Smita! What the hell? You’re drunk!””Not drunk, Alan,” she said.”Just pleasantly horny.”She was more than horny, and her good mood was contagious. She started tickling me again, and before I knew it I had kicked half the covers off. I always sleep in the raw, and in the craziness of Smita’s tickling, my dick got. Not long after, my mom let go of me and crawled up onto me. She went straight for my lips as we shared a tender kiss. I felt her lift her hips and try to line her pussy up with my cock. After a little bit of loving she found it and sank right down onto it. She broke the kiss and she gave out a low moan as my cock filled her pussy. She lay on top of me for several moments before sitting up and starting to grind against me. God I loved her tight pussy so much. I grabbed her ass, as she picked up. But Billy had conjured up an image of his mother, that made her a shining, vivacious, lovable creature. He had always dreamed of the day when he would meet her, and now it was here. He had thought of her wishfully every night, after he and Ma Baylor had had that nasty scene.The sandy-haired thirteen-year-old stared at the scenery flashing by as the train picked up speed, and his mind lapsed back to the Saturday it had happened. Ma Baylor had gone shopping and Pa Baylor had gone to a ballgame.. He proceeded to tie it tightly in place with a thin piece of rope which he tied around my ankle multiple times to keep me completey bound. Then he went over to the right and did the same, but this time I noticed thing. My most private parts were now extremely vulnerable and my anus was now on display for all to see. I can't even begin to explain the humiliation I had felt. It was overwhelming. I could literally feel the blood rushing to my face in embarrasment and the position I was in didn't.