What triggered my interest was an odor I hadn't noticed before. Maybe it was the smell of soap and powder so reminiscent of my sister. Despite the sha...e of being caught with my sister, I couldn't shake the mental or physical habit patterns of the last three years. Every night I yearned for my sister's young body. To this point in my life my orientation had been strictly oral. I had simply never thought of sex existing in any other form.By mid-afternoon I noticed that Debra was becoming. The usual foundation of dermablend mostly wiped off and powder first, Ilined my eyes and put on a little less eyeshadow than I might have,carefully applied mascara, penciled in my brows to make thin arches, wenteasy on the blush, and put on a muted pink lipstick as well as pink nailpolish on my toes.I wore black microfiber bikini panties, skipped the stockings and bra, anddressed in a pair of black capri's, a pink bra-top camisole which I placedmy silicone enhancers in, and covered that with a. I went into this philosophy mode. All these mother/son relationships are all created by us. In my opinion everybody is free to mate with everybody. Look at animals; a son always fucks his mother to mate and create more. Likewise a mother always gives her son a chance to make her pregnant. Take a look at ancient history! Every culture has mother son turned lovers relationships. The mother earth also mated with her son to produce. Eve was Adam’s mother. Eve also became the wife of her another. Eventually, though, my thoughts would return to last night and the honor he did me by allowing me, his slave, to suck his cock, and I would touch myself again. Although I tried to make my movements as small as possible, I did rustle Master enough to wake him. He placed his hand over mine and whispered for me to stop. He told me to get up and stand in the corner while he took a shower. "And do NOT play with yourself," he said harshly as he went into the bathroom. My clit was throbbing. I stared.