I was determined to be 'chaste' for him, in spite of the fact that my efforts could never be fully appreciated by Jack! So, ultimately, it was for my ...enefit that I observed these long, drawn-out, chastity observances! But even so, my dedication was to Jack, and if by remaining truly chaste (and not just in word, but in actual deed), pleased him in some fashion---then that's what motivated me the most!Later, when I finally arrived at Jack's glory hole, I was so primed and ready to blow my load,. I kept that secret for much of my life up until I turned 17. Knowing that I was born of i****t, my curiosity grew on it, and I wanted to learn more about it. I delved into the world of i****t, and found out how acceptable it is in many different parts of the world. It was then where everything in my life changed. My mother was only 34 years old at that time. She’s about 5’9, weighs close to 130 pounds; she does tons of exercises to stay toned. Her thighs are sculpted, as are her abs and butt.. It wasnt as if we couldnt of, we had in the past, we just choose not to that night. Roughly 9 pm Saturday night I leaned in and gave my wife a kiss before sliding a drink to her. The plan wasnt to get her completely smashed, but definitely more drunk than sober. Three drinks in already and I could see that she was starting to get a little tipsy. As she slowly sipped on her drink I slid in behind her and started ran my arms around her. I gave her a gentle kiss on the neck and ran my hands under. My legs felt like rubber and I was shaking from headto toe. I had screwed up big time. There was no way I was getting outof this mess. As I stood there nervously rubbing my hands against thesmooth, leather skirt I tried listening to what Mrs. Jennings wassaying. It sounded like she was giving Nancy a set of instructions.Then she joined me in the hallway and grabbed my arm. "Come with meyoung lady."I was led into her bedroom where she sat me on the bed. Staring down atme with intense eyes, Mrs..