I can’t let you marry her. Said Pratima. Recently she was more often forgetting the fact that she was my personal slut and was behaving more like a ...om. I normally didn’t like these discussions and did what men have been doing over the past 2000 years, I avoided these conversation altogether. But suddenly I snapped.You are nothing but my cock tease, bitch.” I retorted, “You do what I tell you, and when I tell you.Don’t forget I am still your mother.” Said she, trying to pick up whatever dignity. ....what is it with people that they can't fuck a cunt or an arsehole to the last drop, leaving it all up there, inside, and letting us all see it.....are you frightened that he might have your baby, Lover ? It's not as if your not wearing a condom. What in heaven's name is the etiquette here ? The almost inevitable squirting of spunk all over the girl's or guy's face instead, as if the fuckee was quite incapable of bringing the fucker to total orgasm, just puts me off....I wouldn't mind if. I gulped. "Yes, I was. But, I must ask, how did you know?" I spoke, my curiosity quickly replacing my fear.She never answered, and it never mattered. I turned around and looked into the pools of her eyes for the first time. They were dark. Almost haunted, and there was something deep I would never be able to read that lay within them, teasing at the edges of my mind. I don't know how long I stared. It felt like the labor of a thousand ages slowly passing, but it could have been only minutes,. ’ Her eyes glazed over and her shoulders relaxed. ‘From now on you will be very attracted to me. Despite me being your best friend’s son, you will not feel any guilt about having sex with me but will still not want to tell anyone. You will offer to have sex with me all afternoon and every orgasm you have will be the best you’ve ever had before.’ I could just put her back under later if there were any problems. ‘Mandy’ I said, bringing her back up. ‘-maybe I’ll talk to her this afternoon’ she.