For the first hour or so Amy was quiet, but the farther South we got the livelier she became. She even let me drive her car for the first time, making...me promise to tell no one. It was a twelve hour trip to the island. After we settled in Amy insisted we walk on the beach. The moon was full, and she waded out into the surf. I could tell she was crying but said nothing, I knew they were tears of happiness. ‘So beautiful’ I heard her whisper. We snuggled down that night and went right to sleep.. I exhale fully and hold it in anticipation for more. In about thirty seconds I gasp for air as I can't wait any longer for the rubber cock that never comes. I pull in a deep breath and cum. They force me to orgasm hourly to train me to willingly desire more. I feel drops of warm liquid drip into my mouth and the taste of metallic salt. I am being fed. They are pleased. I'll survive another day.The chair is yanked out from under me and I drop a foot to the floor on my knees. I'm leaning forward. Then suddenly her hip rose and her legs pinned my shoulders. She had a violent orgasm. Like me before she burst into tears and began to sob like a c***d. I was afraid. I felt I hurt my mother. Quickly I got up and lay down next to her. She turned, faced me and hugged me still sobbing. In between her sobs, she said: “You made mamma, happy, you made mamma happy!” My mother in spite of giving birth to four c***dren, having very happy relationship with my father, never experienced orgasm. She met. She was visibly shaking. She stepped to a point in front of Tim and stopped. Dad came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Jack and I have talked and this is what I want and he is supportive.” She looked directly at Tim and continued, “I, we, trust you as Michele trusts you.” With that dad untied the string straps of her sundress and pushed it down to the floor. Mom stood before us naked. Dad went back to his chair.Mom’s hands were fidgeting from her side to in front of her to.