Now she screams each time the riding switch lands with an earsplitting smack upon her tender behind. Some of the red stripes have tiny, ruby dots of b...ood.The sudden ring of the doorbell awakens Jeanette. The rain still drops against the window. Before she puts her robe on Jeanette looks at herself in the mirror. She straightens her hair, then turns around and looks over her shoulder. She passes her hand over her firm bottom cheeks. It was just a dream, her behind turns out to be without any. I’ve seen all dad’s films and listened to them. I’ve said them to myself imagining it was someone saying them to me.“Oh I’ll be your little fucking whore,” I tell her. “Now just lick my fuck-hole!”I hear her laugh and her fingers are opening my cunt. Her mouth is there and her tongue is r****g my virgin hole. Reflex makes me hold her head as she works on my wet slit and I can hear myself groaning as she works on me. I know she’s getting more excited by the ferocity of her tongueing. Her. While my skin was fair, his was the color of new leather. His eyes were brown, and his brownish red hair came to just over his ears; an unruly mop that somehow suited him. He smiled slightly, but I detected no arrogance in his manner as he gazed unflinchingly back at me. I was used to men who ran their eyes over my body; who either fawned over me to gain my attention, or dismissed me as a girl instead of a warrior. He did none of that, and I shook my head. “As you wish.”“Thank you. I wish to. ” Within seconds mom replied “Yes, hunny… It will help. Fuck her like the slut she is. As long as we are always honest about all of this, nobody’s feelings will get hurt. Now, get that bitch over here and humiliate her.”I know this sounds insane, but my mother’s encouragement and deive language really turns me on. I text Arlene “10pm… I’m expecting something crazy”… I then txt mom “She’ll be here tonight. I think some pussy would help clear my head. Good thinking mom. You always know what to.