Maybe I can make you cum that way." I spoke as the thought formed."Oh, honey, YES!" She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and gripped my head with bo...h hands. I felt her open her legs wide under me. "Yes, suck your naughty mommy. Get down there and suck her cunt. NNnnnnngghh!! I need you so badly. I need to cum!"With her hands pressing, I quickly shifted down my mom's plush body. I could smell her sex strongly even before my chin passed her pubes. I gulped and prayed I wouldn't get sick from. We must have danced closely for several minutes before I thought better of myself. I let her go, thinking what the hell are you doing, this is your friends’ wife? She just turned around and smiled as I led myself out of the kitchen back outside.As the night turned into early morning there were a few more “close encounters” with Christine. She’d be in the kitchen and shake her booty as I’d take the bait. We would pass in a secluded hall and we would embrace each other. I couldn’t believe that. " With that he headed down the stairs and out the door. I heard his car leave and heard my dad curse about the tire marks he left on the street.I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, he wasn't going to warm up to me until I had made the first several moves. I was worried about his drinking and began to put my psych classes to work, formulating a plan to win my brothers love again.I spent most of the night sleepless, waiting for him to come home. I fell asleep finally around 5 in the morning.. He would look in a mirror at himself and say, “I am smart enough, I am good enough, and I deserve this!”In a way, the BDSM affirmations were just like this except the mirror was metaphorical. I had to hold up what Charity had done and who she was as a person and make her own up to what she was and what she had done. There was much more to it than that, but that was the general idea.“Charity, whose ass IS this?” I asked her as I spanked her on the butt. I wasn’t sure what she would say but I had.