"I like it better this way," she panted. Her hips twitched.She sat up, looking down at her first lover. His eyes were round as saucers. He whined, and...coughed."What's that?" asked Sally, curiously. "He is suddenly warmer. It feels wet up inside me."Her Ladyship snorted. "He has released himself prematurely. Do not be surprised. Most men do. He will have to be taught now not to do that." She looked at Jack, who stood, stolidly. His prick was stolid too, curved as usual, but faithfully firm."I. As I grew up there were no other men in my world and so I had no male ‘role models’ or masculine influences to mold me. Mommy, her sisters and my cousins (all girls) were the only providers of attitudes and stimulus so it was no wonder that I had a feminist streak to my outlook on life. Certainly I never questioned my upbringing and I was good little boy who did exactly as I was told albeit that Mommy did always refer to me as being ‘the man of the house’.We lived out of town on an isolated. A slow trickle soon came out. And asshe fought to relax, the trickle turned to a steadystream. And after that, she felt her bladder fully relaxas it was empty. “Animals mark their territory with their urine. It isalso a way that ownership is stated. Were you aware ofthat?” She nodded. “Good, so I do not need to explainTHIS.” Suddenly, hot spurts of urine shot from the tip of Hispenis and splattered across her face and body.Instinctively, she tried to cover her face, but. I'm ashamed because I let my kinky sex drive drag my son into my twisted world. I'm ashamed because I enjoyed it so much. I'm ashamed because you enjoyed my slutiness so much. I'm ashamed to have you see me like this. And I'm very ashamed because I am so excited by it that I know I'm going to be the dirtiest, nastiest slave that you could ever want."I know it sounds crazy, but my heart was soaring. "I love you mother." I paused then commanded, "Place your fingers in you mouth and clean them.".