My bedroom door was ajar and my mom's room was next to mine. As I was stroking my cock, I heard strange sounds coming from my mom's room. It sounded a... if she was talking and moaning. I wondered if she was having a bad dream or was in some sort of pain. I finally decided to go check on her and wake her if she was having a nightmare. Her bedroom door was half open and a reading lamp lit her bed. I opened the door carefully without making a sound. My mom was completely naked, a magazine lay open. My punishment was to write this fantasy – she even gave me instructions on what she wanted to be in there. My next punishment was to live it through. And now, she asked me to publish it here so you all know that I was bad boy and how I was punished.I walk into the room with proud steps. There you are, straddling a chair with one leg over the top. Your hair is falling down your back and your lips are painted bright red. Your body is clothed in black leather with your nipples and pussy showing. Stan's cock throbbed as he explored more and more of his child's body. His daughter's smell was 100 times more intoxicating for him than the wine they had drunk. Almost convinced that she was awake and not stopping him, he recklessly moved his hand from her breast and caressed his way down her firm abdomen. When he encountered the waistband of her nightie-panties, he smoothly slid his fingers underneath.'Will she or won't she?' he thought. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.'He inched his. Now it was my turn. I thought I had only been hit once but there were two slugs in the vest. Like Vicky, I iced my bruises while I watched the video, then I sent the pictures from my phone to the office along with a text to be in my office for a VCATS conference in ten minutes. Cindy and Marcy knew how to run it.The embassy staff cleared out while leaving the video controller to allow a confidential VCATS call to the gym. The staff had plenty to do with the Columbian federal police - who were.