In fact, my pants are not coming off. But anything else you want to do is ok. Zippers were coming down. Pants were flying off. Cocks were out and hard... First guy kneels on the bed next to my face sticking his cock in my mouth. Another guy on the other side wiping his on my cheek. I'm reaching out, and my hands were filled with cock. Then a guy straddled my stomach and is titty fucking me. I'm jerking two cocks, sucking one and titty fucking another. Not sure what the fifth guy was doing but I. ......... We are going upstairs and I am going to tell you exactly which clothes you will wear and what you will take off what's more your punshment is going to depend on what you take off and what you put on.............. now show me your wardrobe ........ but first where's your knicker drawer and also where's your stockings and tights drawer?" She pretended to resist but I could see the flush on her face as I handed her my brief case and Barbour jacket to carry and dragged. .. Mommy is going to make us some breakfast." All at once I know.... the rest of the day will be living out our taboo fantasy roles of a horny Mother and Son.Breakfast is large with more food than either of us could possibly eat. The meal is quiet, and punctuated mostly by knowing stares, glances and smiles...for this is a game we play often and well. As I eat, and think about what is yet to come... I know she must be getting sopping wet, and she knows as well from my squirming that my dick. * * * * What am I doing here, I ask myself for the hundredth time. After waking, I shower and dress in hopes of being able to slip away. Looking through my luggage, I pick my slightly faded Polo Jeans and favorite lavender Donna Karen sweater. Brushing my shoulder length midnight black hair, I look myself once over again. I am by no means petite, but my size eight waist and 36B chest seem perfect for my five feet two inch frame. Sure, I have a little extra padding but I like my curves so much.