Jennifer and Brianna had made dressing and all the other fixings. Jennifer took some time off in the afternoon to take a nap. I went up to see her aft...r a while and she was staring at the ceiling with her hands behind her head.I asked, "Need anything?" No, I just need to get up and get started again. I felt very drowsy."I became nostalgic when I put the turkey on the big plate and began to carve it. In an instant, we heard the garage door open and Rachel came in just on cue. I guess Jennifer. I’m under no illusions. What happened that summer’s afternoon will stay with me for the rest of my days.But, there is one other thing I haven’t mentioned. The spectacular, earth-shattering sex. Mom fucked me back every bit as hard as I fucked her and, boy, did we have a good time.III can’t pinpoint an exact moment when the attraction between me and Mom became mutual. As I think back on it, it was more of a series of episodes, each one building on the last.It was 1997 and Connecticut was. He stood, picked up the cane, and walked back to her, and administered the next stroke almost as hard as the first one. Brenda's knees bent forward and she hissed and panted, but she didn't lift her hands off the floor. He stood looking at the two livid stripes across her bottom as they flared and changed colour. This was the best moment of a caning, he thought. He raised the cane again.He stopped after six strokes, judging that was all that she could take, and told her to stand up and get. I could feel your hair in my hand as I pulled your head back; hear your voice whimpering to me, begging me for more; obeying my every command. I had watched others approach you with similar requests, seen you sneer at the thought of allowing yourself to be taken, to be used by another. Men and women alike desired you, and I was no different. I went to sleep at night dreaming of you, waking up each morning with my panties not just wet, but soaked through, the musky smell of sex pervading my.