"Not without a little (or a lot) of fortification." I replied and lifted beer and took a long swig. For the next couple of hours I did my best to drow... my worries in alcohol. Unfortunately the more I drank the worst my anxiety got. Finally I gave up. I drunkenly looked at Pat and asked "Are you ready?"She looked back at me and said "I'd say the real question is, are you ready?" I slid off the stool and steadied myself with one hand on the bar. "Yeah, I think I am anyhow." I replied.She helped. I need to release some tension and I didn't get fucked yesterday we were interrupted. Helplessly Miss Newman watches the woman strip fit the harness around her waist attach the large dildo. The gag is removed and replaced by the head of the big dildo being forced down her throat, gagging on it , saliva dribbling down her chin. Where is my manners... the policewoman steps back and threads the nipple clamp through the back of the chair opens the clamp , pinches on the nipple , lets the clamp. Her chewing her mangalsutra which was a symbol of father and his relation with her, and making me chew it too along with her, while at the same time taking my cock deep inside her and letting me ejaculate in her was the first shocker.Now she wanted to drink alcohol and eat meat, something I had no idea she did before. Anyway, what the heck! You don’t get to fuck your own mother with such passion and abandon daily. So I forgot my apprehensions, called up a a nearby restaurant and ordered chicken. She was lying facing away from me, I got in close and spooned her, and reached around to play with her nipple. My cock was already hard between her butt cheeks, and I could feel her warmth even through my shorts. She started to move her hips. I grinned and said, ‘Is something wrong? Gettin’ uncomfortable?’ ‘Real uncomfortable,’ she said. ‘Take your shorts off and make it worse.’ I peeled off my shorts and stroked my cock up and down on her butt cheeks a few times, then decided my tongue needed.