"That was fun. Am I as tasty as Francie? You are." What?" You're as tasty as Francine. Oops. I guess I shouldna said that but you got to understand it...was a while ago. Bet you'd pay to see us do it now though. Maybe that's her little surprise for later."Though Elena had released Martin's crotch she still had her hand on his neck and he was not eager to have "Maureen" pursue her reminiscences in front of his friends but they weren't about to let him hush her up."How long ago, Maur? Are we. This is a rewrite of my first one, including many spelling/grammar errors.After months of reading countless stories, studying writing structure and reading feedback from othersWithout furteradue I give youMe and mom, Under the covers, In the cold (REWRITTEN)(completely fictional, just a fantasy of mine, all names have been changed)Any similarities are 100% fictional.The night was cold, The house was quiet and felt lifeless.It was the complete opposite though you see, My mom was in her room. A part of me loves the control He has over me. He knows my deepest, hidden desires and pleases me like no one has, as long as I obey.I know my punishment will be severe, but I also know My Master well enough to know that, in the end, the final release will be worth it all.He tells me that I am not to dress, but motions for me to follow him to the living room. I slowly do as I am told and wait to be given my next instruction. Nothing. I wait more and still nothing. As I stand there completely. No, no, say it all—say, ‘Please fuck my mouth, Sir.’ Much better. All right, let me just slide down in my chair a little. Now put your head in my hands and relax your neck—remember? Of course you do, that’s right. Here we go, then... Mmmm... Ahhh.... Ahhh... Stop a moment. Look up at me. Do you want my come in your mouth? No, don’t just nod, say it. I can’t hear you... Very well, you may have my come—but you are not allowed to swallow it until I give you permission, understood? All right,.