I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk...blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her. Chucking as I leave the room I think to my self, she must be a curious cat and not having any control is probably killing her right about now. Just as I was about to shut the door and go grab the rest of the rope, an idea struck me like a mack truck. I open the door and goto my closet. Scouring through my closet I find what I am looking for, wasn't that hard to find it. I walk back over to the bed, with my arms behind my back and a grin from ear to ear. Since turning around she has had her eyes. I awkwardly tried to hug her, which brought her breasts in contact against me.“You’re doing fine,” mom softly whispered into my ear. She was so nice and encouraging. I felt her hand at my side, offering the help and guidance I needed to proceed as my hips started to move. Soon we were holding hands and looking each other in the eyes. My mother’s legs were wide open and her breasts were bouncing in a gentle rhythm with my first thrusts into the hairy warmth. They were soft and jiggly and I could. For hours, I'd put her through sadistic workouts and fuck her, often at the same time. If she'd performed well, her reward would be getting to lick her Mistress's pussy, then sleep at the foot of her old bed, which I now occupied. When she didn't do so good, her punishment was licking her Mistress's pussy while I beat her with a riding crop, then spending all night on the treadmill. Either way, her tongue spent long hours buried in my slit, learning all the right tricks to getting me.