You can use my shower if you like. See you tonight." She kissed me and walked out the door. Finally forcing myself upright, I ascended the stairs and ...umped in the shower. The warm water felt great. My thoughts drifted back to Vanessa as I soaped up my skin. Her soft lips pressed against mine. Her large breasts bouncing as I slammed my cock deep inside her. I wrapped my fist around my erection as I pictured her full lips welcoming me into her warm wet mouth. Just as I felt my orgasm building, I. "Come on mom you know you want my cock and now is yor chance to have it" I said as I grabbed my bulging cock through my trousers. Her eyes lit up in amazment that her son did indeed want her too.At this point I knew I had her so I took out my cock and her jaw dropped as I told her "mommy please. you promised god".she dropped to her knees and looked into my eyes and said "franky mommy has an itch would you scratch it for me?"I said "sure mom where is the itch"she grabs my dick and says "at the. I asked her how she was doing.She replied, “It hurts like hell, but I’m fine. Now, do the last of them.”Looking at her dresser, I saw two more steel bands, much larger then the bracelets. I asked her what they were for.She exclaimed, “My upper thighs, please.”Shaking my head affirmatively, I picked one up and repeated my task, I placed it just below the bottom of her shorts, and after tightening it, I attached the second one. The tiny points dug so deeply into her, noticing as I tried to turn. It was also a fact that the debacle at Taranto underscored the already embarrassing defeat suffered by the less than dependable Axis ally Italy. The Italians with their infantile preparations and their bureaucratic idiocy in making operational decisions using common sense and a knowledge of the enemy’s strengths and weaknesses during the attack on Greece that was doomed to failure from the very beginning because the Italian intelligence was dubious at best and complete conjecture with the worst.