"Thanks Mom," I said as I exited."That's okay," Mom replied, continuing her relaxing bath.Nothing similar to that experience ever happened again. My m...ther's habits never changed, but mine did. As I got older I didn't want Mom catching me ogle her with my eyes. And I ultimately knew it would be wrong to do so. But this all changed more than a dozen years later.Now at 53, my mother had put on some weight over the last several years. I wouldn't at all call her fat, but she was "thick". Her hips,. The cool, wet towel on her sore buttocks felt comfortable, and she realized that the towel wasn't the only thing that was wet; the erotic sensations were welling up inside her again as she pondered the effects of her punishment.She didn't want to call the Doctor to ask, thinking it might mess up the plans for the intensive therapy, so she kept thinking about it, but with no luck, so she tried to relax. She closed her eyes, and a flood of images came into her mind; being tied to the table and. It was very uncomfortable and he put on his hand on my shoulder and I started shaking and then he grabbed my boobs.Then he asked my husband “what else she can do?” my husband said “she will do anything” then my husband left us alone. He turned on tv and asked to dance for a song. I didnt agree but he said he will not give any money. I started dancing and then he asked me to shake my boobs I did then he asked me shake my ass I did tat too.Then he was standing naked he is fat and dark skinned guy. I continue to look at them even though he doesn’t bring them back to mine. “A friend turned me, about a year ago. He’s been telling me about it a lot lately,” Aaron’s whispering now. “And you regret it,” I finish his thought. He nods. I look at him, and everything starts to light up. He looks back at me, trying to ignore my eyes. They’re black in the sunlight, but they shine in the darkness allowing me to see as if it’s broad daylight. “I regret it with everything in me,” he says. “I can’t.