No, Madeline didn't want to tell Mom that! It would also require explaining why Maddy was going to such lengths. She'd have to explain how young, sing...e mothers - and even a few married ones! - were always fawning over her husband at the Little League field where Scotty coached, taking pictures of him and posting them on their Facebook pages. That, of course, would lead into old arguments the two of them had years ago when Maddy first started dating Scott ("I'm not sure that man is right for. Morbid as it may be and how inconceivable some may find it; this was MY fantasy come true. Standing there in my bedroom, frozen in place, unsure if it was from fear or excitement I let this stranger play with my swollen breast. Soon after I felt his arm move away from my waist and down towards my wet, stirring pussy. I could feel it wanting, growing, and begging for attention. It has been awhile since I have received this type of attention from anyone other than myself. One finger at a time I. He knew that Mummie was havingquite the good time. At one point, Bobbie's Bad Thing fell between his jouncinglegs, and Mummie eagerly whacked that with the brush end, and Bobbie screamedloudly, and he could hear Mummie snorting Poor Bobbie also knew that Mummie could be even stricter, she had to be withher recalcitrant boy. She might decide to whip his Bad Thing excessively. Mummiewould tie her naked boy spread eagled onto the bed, on his back and get a thornbranch from outside and thrash. He looked at me curiously as she fished out his prick, finally releasing it from his slacks."She enjoys doing this," I said simply not knowing what else to say. "And I'm finding I rather enjoy the fact that she does," I now added as the two of us stood there, cocks out, each of us wondering what was next. Mabel answered the question shortly."Would you prefer a nice slick hand job? Or a blow job? But if you prefer that, I only do it with you wearing a condom," she informed the guy. "But I do.