Since they didn’t have a cat, it was just a strange sound.I checked out two bedrooms and didn’t find anything. The door to the master bedroom was ...artially opened and just before I stepped in, I saw the strangest thing ever. Hooked to the ceiling and hanging down was what could have been a chin-up bar, but it wasn’t being used for chin-ups. Hooked to the bar by a short chain to a pair of leather-looking cuffs was my boyfriend’s mother, Margery. I was so stunned I just stood there looking. She was giving me an escape route. I breathed a sigh of relief."Your girlfriend?" I'm not seeing anyone," I told her. I couldn't lie about that. What ifshe did like me and I closed the door on her? "No. I'm single right now.Free as a bird."Shut up, you rambling idiot."Just a friend then? Or your mother, perhaps?"Yes, one of those, I thought, about to choose when-"Of course, if somebody else is using your cell it's going to invalidateyour warranty and I won't be able to help," she informed. They would be so weak they wouldn’t do any good, but I’d get through them with minimal effort. I could pretend I was changing to satisfy my mom and pass her dumb summer school program.“You won’t break any of us, Sir,” I added. My mom slapped my bottom hard and told me to wait for my turn. I made a harrumph sound automatically when I was told to shut up. It wouldn’t be as easy as I thought to pretend I was humble and well disciplined.Kiwi’s second swat was a sliver more intense than the last. “I. ‘Perfect,’ I answered, following her into the house, shutting the door behind me and walking over to take her into my arms again. As our tongues writhed together in another lubricious kiss, I felt her body shift slightly away from me, then a tugging at the front of my pants, and finally her soft fingers as they reached into my shorts and closed around my rampant cock. As she began to stroke the rigid shaft, my hips jerked in spasms and I almost lost my cool into her caressing fist. ‘My, aren’t.