After a few seconds the light in his cell went out, leaving the TV as the only source of illumination.He tried to ignore the TV for a while, but the f...ickering light and steady sounds of erotic torture wore him down. Finally he gave in and watched. On screen he could see the bound form was a man, hooded and suspended upright in a tight reinforced latex sleepsack. He was gibbering desperately through a ball gag, drool foaming around the base as pathetic begging noises came muffledly from behind. In a declaration of sorts of his love for his wife, Tim had secretly been working on gauging his son on the subject of taboo love, and subsequently preparing Mark to fulfill his mother's fantasies. The rest is history.Mark had been jerking off thinking about doing his very own mother for years. Ever since the boy had gotten into the rhythm of masturbating and fantasizing, images of his mother started running through his mind. He had always loved her dearly, but his mother's physical beauty also. I told her that it was a very good one with many new positions. She finally agreed to watch it. Almost after half of the movie she was wet and was sweating. I was just thinking that today at any cost I had to fuck her. She slowly started to make some noise aahhahh and I told her that if she was feeling hot she could make her clothes loose. To my shock she replied she wanted to get nude and also see me nude and just within a few seconds I undressed her and asked her to undress me. She undressed. At this point Prince Carsol normally fell asleep on top of her, one of her favorite parts of their ritual. This time, however, Prince Carsol remained upright and stared Hurickia right in the eye. Hurickia was opening her mouth to ask Prince Carsol what was wrong. The words never came out. Prince Carsol suddenly clamped both hands over his mother’s mouth, clamping her nose and mouth closed. At first she thought he was joking, but his grip was cruel and heavy. Hurickia began to panic. Within.