"Most mothers would want to make their sons chicken soup after what Ihave been through and you want to play with my useless cock." Most mothers don't ...ave sons that are sissies," she replied with a laughas she opened her rather large handbag to show me what she had brought upfrom Australia for me. "And most mothers wouldn't be looking forward tousing this on their sons."As I stared at the long black dildo in my mother's bag I could feel awave of erotic energy rush through me and I realised. It’s been a long time.”“I love that so much,” she continued. “I’ve also always loved having a cock in my mouth. I guess I’m sort of a fellatrix. I like that part rough. Before we had kids, John would face-fuck me. Sometimes I could finger myself while he did it. He would make me feel like his dumb slut – in a good way."You know I’m a feminist,” she hastened to add, “But the right kind of humiliation just does something, sends me over the edge.”She smiled.I hadn’t been aware of all these. " What was it?" Do you have any clue what it was?" She shook her head non-chalantly as she took another bite of her lunch. "Dylan, Mom found a home pregnancy test box in your waste basket." She just looked at me. "What do you have to say about that?" What do you want me to say, Dad?" Her matter-of-factness caught me off guard."Well, for starters, I want you to tell me what the box was doing there." What do you think it was doing there?" I was beginning to get aggravated."I think it was there. He covered the floor with some old papers.Later he put everything from his cache on the table: syringe, scalpel,needle, bottle of alcohol, silk thread, band aid, cotton wool, bandage,bottle of Novocain, manicure scissors.Now Dan had to prepare himself. He took two pills of painkiller and onepill of diazepam. He knew from his mom that was a strongest pain killingcombination. His stomach was already churning. But he knew it wasprobably his only chance. He had to overcome his fair. He would.