Cane" I said. Mrs. Cane was a woman in her early thirties whose husband ran off a few years back. She had short dark hair, large C cup-looking tits, a...nice firm ass and is just a little chubby. Coupled with her funny sense of humor, I always wondered why her dumb-ass ex-husband ran off. Needless to say Mrs. Cane was a big part of my spank-bank. “How many times do I have to tell you, call me Liz.” she said with a mock-frown. “Sorry Mrs. Ca- er, Liz... force of habit” I replied. She let out a. "Don't be afraid, my son." she whispered as he stared at her naked form. His eyes darting from breasts to lips to legs and hips to the core of her fragrant womanhood. He walked wordlessly towards his mother's bed, his preteen penis stiffening in his pants. "Give me your hands." she continued, and he listened without hesitation. She gently placed his hands upon her heaving breasts and placing her own on top of his began kneading and massaging her tits with her son's hands. Soon, he began to find. Otherwise, it could meanno finish AND a sixty day chastity sentence. Go to it, Princess Nancy."Hating every word of it, I began, "I wish there was a man... a realstud... sitting on this (again, she liked me to demean myself evenfurther with blunt words) crapper... with his pants down around hisankles..." I kept stroking myself, humiliated beyond belief by bothwhat I was doing and by the things I was saying. "... his fat cock,with a thick head, and a drop of clear pre-cum on the tip, right. Now my hand dropped down between my legs to find my sopping wet pussy. I didn't take my fingers long to bring me to a crashing orgasm and I slid slowly to the carpeted floor.I was lucky, I suppose, men find me pretty and they just love my big tits. On top of all that, I just love having them touched, fondled and squeezed, as hard as you like. The pain shoots straight to my pussy making it so wet. Although it was only a dream, it was, in reality, just a reflection of some of the things that had.