Books on sexual physiology. Books on sexual positions. Books on masturbation techniques. Books on sensual massage techniques. I knew that eventually I...was going to have sex with my beautiful mother and I wanted to know what I was doing when it happened. It finally happened on my seventeenth birthday. My birthday had started out like most days did during the hot summer months with the two of us stretched out side by side by the pool working on our tans. Christina, I had been calling my mother by. ”“Not lying?”“Nobody thinks she’s lying. That’s why it’s such a mystery.”“Surely Dante isn’t on your ‘nice’ list!”“Dante is an interesting guy. Sure, he’s not the kind of guy I want for a close friend, and he can be a pain in the butt. Despite that, he’s a good customer and now that I understand how to deal with him, he’s fine. And speaking of Dante, we have work to do for him!”Jeri left and I asked Elyse if I could use her phone since Penny was in my office. She agreed, and I called Kara to. A large double bed with white sheets was the centerpiece of the image. Mom and Emmie were in the room. They were just standing there. The camera showed a close-up of both of their faces, detailing an interesting family portrait. Even though Emmie was a blonde and kept her hair long, and mom was a brunette and had short and practical mom hair, their faces were very similar and they had the same emerald green eyes. If Emmie had dyed her hair, she would have looked identical to a younger version. But it was not a wristband. Before she could cross her arms, Rimmon had both her tits squished together in the clamp of a giant hand. And before Aranel could do more than gasp, the ring opened into a clasp, and the pointy end made a thick hole through both her nipples, leaving a filling of cold metal in their wake.Everything about her groom had been too ridiculous, too outrageous to take seriously, but the sensation of her erect nipples invaded, tainted, desecrated made the reality of the vows.