He was scared. He made excuses: he would rip my asshole open and cause me internal damage; he would get shit all over his arm; the idea was "weird and...for fags." But I told him that if he didn't do what I wanted, that would be the end of out relationship, the end of our deep throat sessions. That did the trick. I knew from my reading that certain steps had to be taken if fisting was to be enjoyed. I also knew that the preparation would only serve to add to my excitement and enjoyment. Step one. She looked down at my morning wood and giggled, “Nothings changed there then” she said as I threw on my boxers and headed down to the kitchen.Lisa followed soon after and pointed to her stomach, “Hmm dad, what is all this flaky stuff huh!” she had a knowing look on her face so maybe she just wanted me to admit it, I smiled at her..“When I put you to bed babygirl you looked so tempting” I said with a grin, mind you she had come down as she was in just her thong so again she looked tempting.“Hmm”. Then I kissed his left groin but made sure that my nose touched his penis as I moved on to kiss the right. Then I moved on to his thighs and then his legs and finally kissed and gently put my lips around his big toes. He immediately withdrew his legs and moved to the lower and of the bed where both me and my son were now sitting. “Show how much you love your mom, Tommy” “A lot!” he said. “Kiss and show” I demanded and lay down on my back with my left knee raised and the. "Spoiled?" My brother gave me a funny look, like he didn't believe me."Yeah, like she's free. I decide what we're doing, how we'll do it. I make sure she's safe. I make sure she's enjoying it and when I have to, I make sure she's pushing her limits." Mistress does everything," Katrina wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "All I have to do is moan a lot." Heh!" My brother rocked a little as we sat in the booth, pursing his lips. "How come I don't believe that?" Because she saved your butt earlier," I.