From the stern look on his face, I could tell he was angry. Approaching me, he put his arms around me, giving me a crushing hug. “You ever do someth...ng like this again, I’ll spank your butt till you can’t sit down!” He murmured in my ear. “You’re not too old or too big for a sound spanking.” “I promise, Grandpa.” I declared, suppressing a grin. “It won’t happen again.” It was a promise I vowed never to break. I could see the look of great concern and worry on his face. Sitting quietly out on. I slowly pushed him off me and back onto his chair next to me. I looked to my left; and noticed he was quite hurt that I rejected him at that point. I leant over to him and kiss him on the neck; telling me to calm down and that we could finish our fun in the car outside; after the movie. Blake nodded like he understood, but it would be the first of many times he expressed his face in such a way that he didn't want to wait. The same look he would give me when I couldn't satisfy him in bed during. Sure, he had fantasized about his mother on occasion but always discounted on her to actually be blowing him. His cock was feeling terrific with each suck his mother applied to it and he began to move his hips, thrusting towards her as she went down on him. Blondie continued her slow blow on her son for a few minutes more and then let him free of her mouth. Still holding and stroking his cock, she looked up at him with all the motherly love she had. "Mom," started Alexander, "please, don't. Ilsa walked infront of me and tighten the straps, forcing my waist to go down from asize 42 to 38. The tightening caused me to start take shallow breaths.Ilsa picks up a pair of leather gloves and ordered me put my hands out.Leather Mistress smiles as she smoked her cigarette as I was beingtransformed into her version of a leather slave. I felt the leathergloves slide over my fingers. Ilsa took a leather cuff out of the cartand cuffed my right and then my left wrists. Ilsa place lock on.