I’m not the much conservative guy. I don’t have any bad intentions on my mom because she really takes care of me. During my B.E holidays, I met wi...h the minor bike accident. But I’m good and I’m not injured more but my hands were injured severe wounds. So, I cant use my hands. She only here to helps me all my needs i.e., from food to bathroom. She feeding me with food every day and she only baths me and also dresses me. Oh! yes! you guys doubt is correct. She dresses me without underwear and. ‘Nooo…’ I whisper-whine back, even as I lift my butt and then legs to let him slide the panties off. His hands run up and down my legs, and then squeeze my butt cheeks. His hands are hot. My skin is hot. I’m slowly falling into the game, stepping into the role, letting fear turn me on.‘Nice and firm, turned up and welcoming, just the way I like it,’ his voice is above and behind me now. His hands slide down inside my thighs and push gently but insistently. I open my legs for him.‘You don’t know. Turning off the shower, she sat down and drew a hot, steaming bubble bath.As she lay in the tub, letting the currents of hot water soothe her tired muscles, she slowly allowed herself to confront what had happened the night before. She was empty of tears and had now decided to approach the situation the way she would handle most problems in her life – she would think through the situation, assess what was happening, and determine what needed to be done.But this process proved more difficult. I unloaded everything on the countertop, packed away my variouspurchases, and then flipped through the mail. The catalog went straightto recycling, I scanned the bills quickly, and then ripped the seal onthe package. I idly wondered what it was, had I mail ordered a DVD or CDand forgotten about it? The spark of realization flickered slightly inthe depths of my brain as the contents rattled slightly as I upended thepackage to slide them out onto the countertop. They slid to a stop, andmy.