Or so I thought. Ok, so I had a few issues back then, but doesn't everyone at 18? For me most of these issues revolved around my mom being temperament...l and difficult, and the way I had been brought up.My mom, Margaret Addington, or Marge as she liked to be known, had divorced three years back, and now at 55, in the prime of her life, she had become a bit of a recluse. She'd given up on men, 'I'm not giving myself to another man' she would say angrily, when I'd suggest she maybe try meeting. She knew how close I was to shooting my load and as I released my grip my cock stood bobbing in the air with a drip of precum glistening on the tip. She put the camera down and moved behind me where she quickly grabbed my wrists. Before I knew it, both my hands were tied behind my back with the cord from her dressing gown which was hanging nearby. She then moved back to stand in front of me and looked down at my still hard cock. "Mmmmmm, it looks like all this is making you pretty horny, slut!. His fingers were also pulling her bottom cheeks apart to massage the lubricant in and around her tiny, puckered anal hole. She looks back smiling at him over her shoulder while her ass is raised in the air. “Ready babe”, the Prof. spanked her jiggly ass bun, taking the position behind her, firmly on the floor and holding her hip in his large hand. With the lubing hand, he guided the tip of his grandiose penis to her tight little hole. He made some odd looking circles around the hole to smear. His hand stings as he shakes it to help blood flow. His other hand and feet, while still restrained, are relieved of most of the pressure.While Bert shifts his position and gets comfortable, Tara quickly unsnaps the clothespins from his nipples. His right wrist almost breaks as his knees gave out from the pain shooting through his nipples. By the time he recovers his balance and is aware of Tara, she’s standing next to the bed with a flogger in her hand.Tara looks down at Shauna squirming on.