I hate to see food wasted."Looking around my little house when I got home, I noticed for the first time how empty it seemed. I was thinking of her as ... drifted off.Jane answered the door with her usual grin."She took today off, and has been cooking since three. You better appreciate this." Judging by the smell, I'm sure I will. What should I do with these?"I hated the thought of showing up empty handed, so I had stopped and bought a bunch of flowers on the way over."Why, give them to Mom, of. We arrived at her house, she popped the trunk open and put a blindfold on me. She helped me out of the trunk and led me into her house. Once inside we took many quick turns and down a long flite of stairs, she unlocked a door and pushed it open. We went in the room, she took off my blindfold, we were in her dungeon. She walked me over to a wooden horse and bent me over it. she tied my ankles together and then tied my collar to my ankles. I was completely bent over and my ass was completely. Just to play safe I won’t mention her name.She was an Italian woman with big tits big ass and looking for “Mr Right” to marry. Well, as this day doesn’t come. She was always looking for some action. Speaking loudly in the middle of the office there she was…curly hair, tight pants, sticking her tits out, half opened mouth and a slut looking.Everyone in the office noticed her, and with me, it wasn’t different. We didn’t talk before, until some day I got an email saying that we would be in the. Still wearing her nightgown, she fantasized she would open her legs and let them see her beaver.They would gawk, approach the bed and whistle in unison. She would reach down and spread her cuntlips apart. Then she would... Oh, God! The fantasy was making her so horny! She fingered herself imagining she was being touched by her oldest son. If only she had his cock in her hand. If that was incest, so be it.She found herself opening and closing her fist. From the many times she's glimpsed Jimmy's.