Carol's jeans showed off her figure far better than her hospital clothes. "So..." she began, "what kind of things do you think about when you... do t...is for yourself." At first Stephen only licked his lips to moisten them, but he didn't speak. "Do you have a favourite actress, someone on TV," she offered suggestions. "A lot of guys look at pictures online now. Back when I was young a remember my mother finding my brother's stash of dirty magazines." Stephen didn't say anything but he did. But forsome reason, on that particular morning, Phoebe was inclined to open up.Marcia listened, mostly silent, letting Phoebe proceed at her own pace.What she said shouldn't have been a surprise.She'd had boyfriends, most of them nice, almost all of whom seemed tofall madly in love with her."I don't know what's the matter with me though," Phoebe said, frowning."I like them well enough at the beginning, but the minute some boy admitshe loves me, I sort of lose interest."Marcia stirred vanilla. I reached the bottom of the stairs and went into the kitchen and sure enough his mother was there, only now she was in sweats and a skin tight shirt that hugged her slender body and wrapped around her massive tits. She had told me before that when she was a teen she got drunk one night and got a boob job to go from a C bra to a double D. Looking at them when I could I tried to tell the difference but the job was so well done only the surgeon could tell.Anyway I said a casual hello and she said. After 20 strikes I was biting my lips very hard to hold in the sobs that were coursing through my body. You stopped at this point and looked at me. "Now I want you to scream pet, I want to hear you suffer with the pain". And I did, with each strike I twisted and thrashed my body, crying out. Screaming out loud, begging with You to stop, pleading. "I am sorry Master, please no more, Master please". The last 10 strikes of the 40 seemed to take forever.When they were at last finished I.