"This," she whispered, "is much better than I had hoped. Mark, You just lie back and mummy will help you with this problem." As I lay back, completely...naked, mum grabbed my erect cock and began to stroke me. It felt really good with her soft, warm hand sliding up and down my hard young cock, slowly and teasingly. As she wanked me slowley, she shifted back and forth, and her heavy 38D breasts swayed in the same rhythm. I watched her tongue slide across her lips as the first thrills spread. " We could do that," Mom said."I have a better suggestion for you, if you REALLY want to have a good wayof controlling me through blackmail, and you REALLY want to make me worriedand uncomfortable. Give me a little piece of ginger, say twenty minutes'worth, and take pictures of me while I'm unconscious. I'll tell you thatyou can't see my front naked parts, and that you can't turn me over. But,since I'll be unconscious, I'll have no way of ever knowing what youactually saw. And since you've. Using the right chemicals, measuring them correctly, putting them together in the right order, that kind of thing. What was cool about it is the instructions didn't say what was supposed to happen. We could have been building a bomb, for all we knew. One of the tricks was translating the instructions to the bottles. The instruction would say something like "Hydrogen Hydro Chloride" and the bottle said "HCL". There was a Periodic Chart folded up in the box but it still took some work. Plus, all. "Kiss me," I whimper, my fingers lacing in his soft hair. "Whatever your heart desires, baby girl," he whispers before our lips meet, his tongue almost instantly sliding over my bottom lip as if asking for access. I part my lips, my tongue moving out to meet his, feeling his chest contract above me before his chest presses down on me. I gasp and I can't help but pull him closer, nibbling on his bottom lip. "God, Gracie," he groans as I wrap my legs around his hips, pressing him against my core..