Her hands gripped my head through her skirt, holding tight as she shuddered. I loved her clit, sucked on it, nibbled on it, tongued it. She gasped and...bucked, her sounds so sweet. I pictured her face twisting with the pleasure of my apology.“You nasty whore!” she gasped, bucking hard.Her juices flooded my mouth. I groaned, latching onto her pussy, sucking down the sweet cream. It poured into my mouth as she came. She gripped my head so hard, her moans and squeaks echoing through the. Mother didn’t answer. She opened her mouth to speak, but it did not yield words. Father grasped mother’s face between his hands, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “Trenaria, you need to answer me.” Father said, such kindness in his eyes, but I saw the mask for it was. “I…” Mother stuttered, “I… when I was… nineteen years ago, I found a wounded incubus on the side of the road. He was in his natural form. He was dying, and I pitied him. I brought him back to health, and he disappeared. But then I noticed that in myrevere I'd gotten up and moved to the garage. The duct tape was in onehand while my throbbing cock was in the other. I was on sissy autopilot.My cock was too hard to fit in the chastity, but a couple of ice cubesshrunk me down, banishing my hard-ons for the foreseeable future, maybeforever.Before I could stop myself, the ring of the chastity device was tightlynestled behind my balls, the cage was slipping over my cock (quickly,before it got hard again) and the. ‘My poor dear. I never imagined it would be like that. No wonder you’re upset.’ ‘It’s not so much upset as confused. I was taken and enjoyed in ways I’d always dreamt of, ways I’d prayed for a man to possess me. Yet it wasn’t what I’d imagined. It was fine when I fantasised it, but as reality it was odious, although I still wanted it. Perhaps because I felt powerless to stop it – I had no choice but to submit. I’m no longer sure of what I want. . . . and now my mind tells me I should be.