Pete had Samantha in his arms, and instantly as soon as he closed his arms firmly around her body, it was like they were back in their parents' home a...ain and they had the entire house to just the two of them for the whole weekend. Samantha was wearing a sexy dark top that allowed Pete to see her cleavage in the deep plunge of the top leading down between her breasts and she had also worn a rather short skirt that looked nice but showed off her fine ass and Pete had noticed that her behind was. I feel her teeth on my neck for a second, before her lips brushed my ear. "No regrets, tonight, son. Just please love me. As long as you love me, there can be no regrets."I lift my head, and look down at her. "I will always love you, mom. Always." I drop my mouth back down to hers, and start to move my hips again. I move with fast, powerful strokes, and soon mom has to break away from the kiss in order to breath and moan.I roll us back over, not breaking our connection, and then pull her chest. ‘Ok my good girl, time to start at the top. But no more dreaming.’ She could do nothing but stare at him as it slowly dawned on her what he intended to do next. If she tried to kick, it meant taking all the weight on her wrists. The posture collar prevented her from shaking her head. The gag prevented her from mounting an effective verbal protest. Her hands were uselessly trapped above her head. He placed some ear buds into her ears ‘to be sure you can hear me when I need to talk to you’ he. He gasped and made moves to cover up, but once he saw it was me he relaxed and laughed. He tried to fake a mad voice and told me, "Ah, fuck off! My balls are killing me, I need to get off before we go to this party. Two weeks without shooting isn't all it's cracked up to be." Well...maybe I can help with that? Fuck the party, let's have our own. Just one rule. I make the rules." A little smile appeared on his face, and his cock twitched a bit. "What's the first rule dude?" "The first rule is:.