. I'm cummin! . . . I'm cummin! . . . mom! . . . ya making me cum!"My body convulsed as mom's wanking and her vocal encouragement brought me off, ...y legs clenched repeatedly against mom's thighs making a slapping sound ring around the bathroom as they did. My back arched and I gasped for breath as mom continued to stroke my cock as cum shot out of me towards mom's camel's hoof, making sure I was spent and wouldn't suffer blue-balls for a day or so.Collapsing on top of mom, mom desperately. " Mistress said just before connecting with my left side."That makes two. You will receive a total of ten. I want to hear you count them out slut."Mistress began to spank each of my ass cheeks." three Mistress. four Mistress. five Mistress. six Mistress. seven Mistress. eight Mistress."Mistress swung for number nine and it was not with her hand. it was a very ridged paddle of some sort. maybe made of wood. it took me by surprise and nearly knocked me off balance."Count it out bitch!" uhhh. .. and how relieved she probably was when she was able to retrieve and hide them.“Oh, by the way, Colette, I just made a cup of fresh coffee ... I thought perhaps you might have preferred tea. But Arthur said he knew you would be getting up soon and usually had a cup of coffee.”Colette considered all of what had gone on before Abby had come here: the episodes with the panties, her excitement of seeing her son again, knowing or at least suspecting that her son was having sex with his “airline. "Can we hug first? I haven't had a naked man hold me in a long time," she asked and we put our arms around each other as her hands ranged all over my back and butt. "Mmm, this feels so lovely. And you have a cock a lot like my husband. And certainly nice and hard," she said softly as her hand slipped between us to grip my erection.She pulled the covers back on her bed and had me get down as she got a bottle of lube out of her bedside table. She knelt down beside me and began moving her hands.