I walked over and picked her up. I gave her a big hug and kiss. She told me there were some bags in the car and asked if I'd get them. I walked out an... it looked like she had bought out the store. I grabbed the bags and took them into the kitchen.Tamara was already looking through the cabinets for the bowls and pans she needed. I asked her if she was finding everything and she said yes, as she began slicing, dicing, and preparing.I walked up behind her. I reached my arms through hers and gently. There are things you wouldn’t do, though. Your mom made me suck your dick. She made her boyfriend slave suck another guy’s dick and not just any guy. Her own son! What if I asked you to let her suck your dick? You’d probably run a mile. THEN you’d call the cops and have me arrested.”“No ... no I wouldn’t. Run, I mean. Mom’s real pretty,” he said in little more than a whisper.I didn’t know what to say to that so I said nothing. “Your mom kept me prisoner for years. I feel like it’s my turn to do. After a few days of regular morning walk, one day she asked “may I buy some salwar suits for me, as its not comfortable for me to walk in saree”. I replied “mom, you are free to wear anything, don’t ask me, I’ll have no objection.” When I returned from the college, I was amazed to see that mom was wearing a red color full sleeves salwar suit and her hairs were loosened long till her butts. She asked “How am I looking”? I replied “very very beautiful” and kissed her cheeks tightly. She became. “Anyway, they ... arrested Lisa and Steven after all, despite you going easy on them earlier. They must have really been shocked when the cops dragged them away in handcuffs,” my sweet Kara explained, though at that point, I didn’t give two fucks.Tough shit for them! I was magnanimous earlier, but I shouldn’t have caved. It was a moment of weakness, only to learn that Steven did a bang-up job with the stitches. Who knew why? Maybe his love for Lisa caused him to secretly want me to bleed to.