“This is simple use your lips and tongue to get me off, swallow every drop of cum and you will avoid further punishment. If I feel your teeth once o... you try to bite I will use this on your pussy and ass”.With that I showed her a 18” cattle prod, it was at least 4” around and just to prove it was live I touched Chris with it who bucked and screamed against his gag.A look of horror appeared on her face at the sight of this and she realised that she had no choice.I lowered the back of the chair. So thick.So magnificent.Sucking cock was everything I'd imagined and yet so much more... although the position was awkward... and it was then I realized what was wrong.I pulled back and slid down onto the carpet... on my knees... like a traditional old school cocksucker.He smiled, "Getting comfortable?" Yeah," I nodded, before taking his cock back in my mouth.Instantly this felt even better.I couldn't explain it, but being on my knees just felt right. In all my fantasies I had been on my knees. Nothing extreme, just lots of caresses, fondling and kisses. You feel me crawl on top of you as I kiss up chest and neck. Then you feel me kiss up your arm to your hand and then feel something go around your wrist. “What are you doing?” you ask. I just kiss you and say, “Shh.”You ask again and I ignore it again and continue to work on your wrist. After a minute, you’re guessing it’s from the robe that was in the bathroom. You feel it get tight on one wrist and then I adjust and move to your. I'm not sure if, back then, it was anything different than most of my peers may have realized with their own parent — the difference was, I never grew out of it and that lead to our eventual affair and to the years-long love we shared.I snuck peeks up her skirt, down her blouse, watched her walk away or toward me; the delicious symphony of movement that was my mother's body — and she had to have known it, felt my eyes devouring her — but nothing was said. What would she have said, chastised me.