.”I sighed and stood and tossed the linen on the table, “you always remind me mother.”I looked at her and ignored everyone around us, “perhaps...it is time I returned the favor. I am not a doll or favorite plaything you can put back in the box. I am your child, not that you have any idea what being a real mother means. You are right that you have given me everything, including stalkers and other people that have attacked and threatened me.”I smiled slightly as I straightened, “goodby mother.”I. 

He was usually tall, dark-haired, Texan. In town for a few days. A long drive, and he needed to relax. We’d meet in the lobby of his hotel, a swish joint in Abilene, and he’d wine and dine me at the best restaurant in town. Then a cab back to the hotel, an elevator up to his suite, and that’s where it would start, with me dropping to my knees before him, and resting my cheek against the erection that our earlier conversation… as I outlined everything he would get for his money… would have set. ..”“I said grab the headboard!”She reached up and grabbed the headboard like I told her to and held on as I grabbed her ass in my hands and slapped it as hard as I could, making the sound echo around the room and her wince in pain, but she was moaning too so I knew she liked it.“You wanna be fucked like a bitch? I'll fuck you like one,” I said, surprising myself at how quickly and easily I took on being a dominator like mom.“That's it baby, show her who's boss! Fuck her little slut pussy,” mom. "Sorry," he mumbled.Karen was not about to give up without a fight. She slid down from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her dark head leaned over his loins and her long black hair swept in an inky curtain over his shrunken cock and depleted balls. Her tongue shot out and she began to lap at his cockhead. He groaned. Her tongue slid all over the soft, rubbery slab. She whimpered and moaned. She licked up and down his limp cockshaft and she tongued his balls, willing them to.