Any deviation, for example calling her mom, mommy, miss, or ma’am, was met with a swift reprisal. She was a strict disciplinarian, but never crossed...the line and for a majority of the time, she treated us with love and respect. We were clothed, fed, taken to school, and enjoyed occasional vacations.I never could recall what happened to my parents or how I became a foster daughter to Mother. While I couldn’t remember the start, there are a few things I remember quite vividly from my experience. I got her a soda from the fridge and we sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Saturday Night Live was on and she said she asked if she could watch it while she sobered up. I said sure although I was wishing she would leave so I could catch up with my roommate in the bars, I said sure. Pretty soon we were both laughing hysterically at a skit. Sensing a moment I casually put my hand on her leg. When I gripped her shapely thigh she immediately looked at me and perhaps thought about what I. ”I pull back to get a breath then take it back in forcing as much in as I can. She starts to rock my head the prick smacking the back of my throat. I notice that my fingers have started to rub my clit, my fingers soaking, the tingling starting again.“Keep sucking babe. That’s good.”I look up at her , her eyes are intense, looking at me.I keep going, one hand frigging myself the other on her ass kneading the firm flesh.“Now it’s time. I want to take you from behind.”I get up and move to the. "I really really liked how it felt my cock pressed real far down your throat," David traced his fingers down her neck lightly to emphasize his words "and when it went that far, it was soo happy it wanted to share with you how happy it was, so it came for you." Oh," she said looking at him, tilting her head, and looking down at his penis again. It looked very red and very sticky right now. "So, every time it gets really really happy, or every time you really really like what someone is doing to.