I'd like to think it was a instagram booty, seeing a smooth bitch in a thong and high heels, or just the scent of lavender. But he messaged me. 'Slut?...I replied immediately, 'Yes, Daddy'.'Did you get the micro skirt I sent you?'Yes, Daddy! Thank you so much! It's so, so skimpy'...'Good, it was made for whores. I'm on my way to you, put it on, so I can take it off'.'Now?'Now, bitch. Snap to it'. I replied, ' Yes, Sir!' and jumped up. My heart was racing. I was already worked out and smooth and. She leaned back and looked at me with her intense blue eyes."Wow, amazing" was all she said before she brought her mouth back to mine.We continued to kiss as her breathing got heavier. She suddenly pushed me toward the bed. I fell backwards onto it. She fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, eventually yanking it off forcefully. I watched as she shimmied out of her tight skirt. She stood there in a matching pair of pale pink bra and panties.She agressively began to undo my pants, freeing. Luckily I only had boxers and a shirt on or it would be difficult to run away. I began to slowly pump my dick all the way up and down as I watched my mother get fucked by a stranger. I decided not to let her know I had caught her… yet.As I started to pump my cock harder, my mom started saying dirty things I’d never heard her say before. Even when I had “accidently” heard her going at it with my dad. In her sexy Spanish accent she kept begging for more. Begging to be pounded and smacked and. In her view, the giant was Hagrid's secret to tell, and if he had not decided to mention anything, then she would keep silent. In the "books" embedded in Imogen's mind, Hagrid had felt compelled to tell Harry, Ron and Hermione about his half-brother. But things were different now. Hagrid was not, so far as Imogen knew, under any threat of dismissal by Umbridge. With his position secure, there was no reason for him to think he would be forced from Hogwarts, and no need to tell anyone how to take.