I felt ashamed and tried to stop looking at them. I keptthinking about what my Dad was doing with them but was afraid to ask mymom. As it turned out, ... would find out, sooner than I thought.It was a rainy Friday when my Dad was on another business trip. My momsaid, "Jackie, sweetheart, I think it is a good time for a girly weekend.This time just put on your pink lace panties and meet me in my bedroom."It had been a while since I dressed, and I was nervous about startingagain. However, it was. I'm a good mother - never doubt that!I do, I'm embarrassed to say. Two months and my son would not even talk on the phone yet. I try with all my heart, doing everything my son ordered/asks - knowing my patience and love will triumph.When he told me to wear skirts 'only', it troubled me and I told him a firm 'no' - what I wore was none of his business. For one, it was still winter - I would rather wear long underwear beneath cotton pants than skirts or dresses. Though I told him that I could not. Pleasure turning to suffering as she rips another orgasm from my battered cunt; thighs quivering, wrist strained, stomach muscles rippling with the endlessly repeated clenching. Saliva spots splashed across my skin, hair-dampened tendrils sticking to my flesh all sense of styling long since lost. Eventually; as the night sky's hues lightened, as a Robin trilled its greeting to the possibility of a new day; the spectre of her subsided, my weary eyelids fluttered shut, my limbs ceased their. It was in the tool shed that wasattached to that dilapidated old barn up on yourgrandparents' farm, right?" Mikey replied. "Wow! You do remember!" John returned brightly. "Doyou also remember how we used to bet on who could shoottheir cum the farthest?" "I sure do. And, do you know why I do? It's because,more times than not, I'd win!" Mike gleefully declared. "Yeah... you did, didn't you?" "I most certainly did!" "Well... that just goes to show ya!" Thoroughly confused, Mike sought an.