As I started sweeping the house, I started to reminisce on the events over the past month.I was so silly initially. I was foolishly holding on to my f...rmer sense of self when my son first approached me with his gracious offer to become his sex slave. I thought of myself as a professional woman, proud and accomplished. I thought I was living out a hell on earth during the first couple days of my new life. This all changed on my second night of being my Son’s slave. That night, with the help of. And a week later, some doubt returned. Shaking my head again, I press my eye and stare. Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move away from the door, mind working. What shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees weak, I sit on a chair. My eyes on the door, jumping when the doorbell rings again. Where would I start? Some things must never be said, or told. I swallowed them long ago. I think now of what has changed with me.. "Roger," he said slowly, heavily, "I've got to talk to you."Carmel looked at his business associate, curious. He was never as close to Martin Oliss as his wife was to Cylvia or his daughter was to Tamera, but that wasn't through the fault of Martin. In spite of Carmel's feeling of uneasiness that he got occasionally when around the sales vice-president, it was more a matter that he, Carmel, wasn't one for any close ties save for his family. He didn't have either the time or temperament for pals. I said like story’s mom. Mom said yes my son. I said mom unhook your petticoat. Mom unhooks her petticoat and it’s down to earth. Mom womanhood is now in front of me with full view. It’s covered with long pubic hare. I said mom what a gorgeous vagina of you. Mom said come on son I am ready for your manhood. I said yes mom naked me. Mom opens my short pant. My long pennies open to mom. My pennies are now erect at 90 degree angle. Mom holds my pennies and said what a size. I said mom it is really.