Was this really my mom did she really do these things. And my brush, the very brush I used for the same thing, masturbating.I could hear her moaning a...d saying something, I bent my ear to try and hear her, then she got louder," please Samantha make me cum" she yelled out. My mouth dropped open, was her own daughter in her sexual fantasy. I watched in amazement as her hips were moving and she lifted her large nipples to her own mouth. "Please Sam, lick my clit" she yelled out again. I didn't. Usually, I force myself awake, but once in awhile I’ll just roll with what develops. As if on cue,John rose, from between the legs and knelt before mycrotch. I could recognize my cock pointed at my navel.He took over the holding of my knees and my wifeslipped to the side.I felt something slipping around the crack of my ass.John was like a statue, his head upturned and his bodymotionless. But the slippery pressure concentrated atmy sphincter. I knew what was happening in the dream. Iknew. ..for hourson end! His next comment shocked me out of my reveries."You can call me Master....." Yes Master" I mewled meekly......I felt so pathetic which he could see!With a smug grin he put his feet up onto the bed and was soon snoringcontentedly. Dejected and nervous I made my own bed and slipped into itwondering if sometime during the night I was going to be raped, I sleptfitfully and surprising undisturbed.So my he life as Master's bitch Zelda began. To be honest I became moreof a maid than. “No, at the stadium practicing,” he told me. My son was in the college’s soccer team. “Ok,” I replied. “What happened?” he asked. “Nothing, keep practicing. See you in the evening,” I said. “Ok, Mom,” he replied. “And…” I said. “Yes, Mom,” he asked. “We are out of… condoms,” I said a little slow. “Oh! Umm… okay,” that’s all he said, and we hung up. Lying down in my sons’ bed naked I decided to give my son a little surprise tonight. I finished cleaning his room, naked. I went to my.