I saw a young boy was kissing and fondling an elder lady. They were talking to each other in the role of mom-son.I was horny and kinky by watching tha... scene, where the boy started to kiss her lips. He squeezed her boobs by hugging her, and at last, he fucked her.I was shocked to see that but I was also enjoying the act of the boy and mom. Suddenly, my mom knocked on the door, and said –Mom: Sam, come for dinner.Already my dick was hard, and I said –Me: Mom, I will be there in 5 minutes.Mom:. The Whipmaster had moved up exactly the same spacing to leave a third welt across missy’s back.“He’s more accurate than that robot,” missy thought. “He’s almost a machine himself.”She hugged the pole as best she could with her shoulders and legs and said softly aloud, “Hurt but not harm.” This time she actually believed it.The whip cracked again and a fourth welt appeared on missy’s back. The distance between the stripes was exact. Missy again thought of the machine which had caned her a few. Her strap-on pushed into her as she rammedit into me, and stimulated her clit at the same time. She pushed in andout in a deep, hard rhythm, slapping me every so often, bottoming out andpushing against my prostate on each stroke. I was rock hard but knewbetter than to touch my cock. "Yes, deeper, Mark, fuck my fag ass, yes,harder, faster..."Maryanne really picked up the pace. "Take it now, you fucking fag, takemy cock, deep into your sissy ass, yes, ahhh, fuck!" She was alreadyworked up from me. It was like a wonderful walk down memory lane as I read about my former life. I wept uncontrollably when I read the accounts of my son Peter's death in the skies over France, and I again relived the agony of that day when I had received the telegram informing me. Peter had been my youngest, my baby, and I had been so very proud of him. I received quite a few strange stares from other people in the library but, as no one came over to comfort me, I ignored them. I also cried as I read Jeremy's.