My mother was a very attractive woman. Tall and sexy, she had a tremendous figure and wore very feminine clothes. With my teenage hormones going crazy... I shocked myself one night in bed by fantasising about having sex with her while I was masturbating. This to me was far worse than the wearing panties, I felt awful, I was a sick filthy pervert. I couldn't stop myself though, and the fantasies got more and more intimate. I had learned from a sex manual we had on one of the bookshelves in the. Next month of my b’day we planned for one more trip, I went to pick her up post her exams, we planned to go to roorkee and booked 2 rooms there for fun time, picked her up from her college and we took a take away pizza and drove down to roorkee, during the drive we had pizza from her lips and a lot of smooched, cuddling, playing with her boobs etc.Till we reached the hotel, checked into the hotel and post shower we both joined each other in my room, she came wearing her short cute nighty with. She did know she had clenched her teeth and fought back tears. Samantha watched the red wheal appear as she always did. It only took a few seconds and she used it to time herself between strokes. She aimed and landed the second stroke just below the first and listened to Jenny’s howl as the second wheal developed. Jenny howled and wanted to stand up and rub her bottom but knew that Samantha would keep her word and the stroke wouldn’t count. As she thought about it the third stroke bit in to her. I was very tired both from the emotional strain of the day but also the amount of energy I had used in my fire-storm.I still didn't sleep well I had many nightmares about D. In some she died due to the gang, in others I caused her death by fire and her ghost berated me for my carelessness. Sometimes it was me that was dying and D that was attacking me with Stacy and Trisha at her side. Every time I had one of these bad dreams I would wake in a cold sweat. Eventually I padded over to Gwen's room.