Joanie saw a blindfolded woman lying exposed on the bed and she began to sweat. What was going on here? Ms. Dawson said: “Y...u have been a very bad girl. Now, I’m going to give you a spanking and if you want this spanking to stop, you must pee on this woman.” “What?” “You heard me, bitch. I want you to pee on this woman.” The spanking began. Joanie tried to concentrate. She had never peed on anyone before; she tried to. It wasn't until I looked out one window that I understood that the canopy of leaves above us blocked a good deal of the light. I looked up at the lantern and smiled. We would still have light when we needed it.Ashley was checking one corner. Several long shelves dominated this area. I could see that all the shelves were filled. She moved over to the corner and began taking an inventory. "The floor area is covered in little propane bottles. There are also a couple of large flashlights. The next. That couldn’t continue without correction. I squeezed her hand which in turn squeezed my dick. Anytime she stopped her squeezing, I would squeeze her hand more. Pastor’s wife or not, she was going to get very familiar with the prick under her hand.Looking back across the room, I saw that Mom had Indhira out of her clothes. Indhira’s petite yet intoxicating ass was glowing from an inadvertently well placed lamp. Moments later, her butt was shadowed by Mom pulling those cheeks apart and rimming. Her eyes were still closed as I knelt, my cock rock hard. I made up my mind it was now or never: I was going to fuck my very own mother.I positioned my cock at the entrance of her cunt and pushed, the head of my cock entering her. Her eyes opened, and she regarded me with a quizzical expression.“What are you doing, honey?” she spoke, “Oh god, what are you doing?”My next thrust was all the way in. The sexual sensation of fucking my mother was overwhelming, the ultimate taboo. I was forced to.