“That’s too bad,” Jason said, a little surprised. “It might be her best fuck.” “Bend over, bitch,” Jason told Carole. Carole obeyed. ...“Spread them!” Jason barked. Carole reached around and pulled her cheeks apart. Her perfect pussy and ass were on full display. “Both holes are tight,” Jason told Billy, “but that ass is something special. You need to fuck it more often.” He paused. “Your dad gave you complete access to her, right?”“Yes, sir,” Billy said, staring at his mom’s ass.“Then. "This is our room" she announced as she started peeling off her black leather clothes until all she wore was her very skimpy (and wet) lace panties. She slipped her fingers under the gusset for a moment."Yep ... I'm still leaking" she beamed back at me."God I love that feeling"."Come on ... you are over-dressed" she announced as she pounced on me and stripped me of everything."Now you are overdressed" I quipped back.'Yeh ... OK..." she countered before she slipped her scrap of lace off her. “Good afternoon, Fat One with a ‘n’,” I responded with more sauce than usual.“Excuse me?” Gordon looked down his nose at me with considerable umbrage, as if to swat me like a fly.“In Spanish, ‘gordo’ means ‘fat one,’ and then you add an ‘n’ to that, so you’re the ‘fat one with an n.’ Don’t blame me. I didn’t invent the Spanish language. Blame your god, since he supposedly confounded languages at Babel,” I emphasized the “supposedly” part.“My God? There’s only one God, and He’s God to us all.. “Go ahead now, say it.”“Thank you for spanking me, daddy. I promise that I will be better.” I said between sobs.“You are to call me sir when you are with me in the spanking room,” he corrected me. “Now try again.”“Thank you for spanking me, sir,” I said my sobbing slowing down. “I promise that I will be better.”“Now put on your clothes, we are going home now. I am so proud of you, son.”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Did you like the present that.