The first strokes of my leather belt on her pussy were tentative, gentle, even. She stretched her legs apart even wider. That I knew was my invitation...and she felt the sting of the leather as it bit into her rapidly and with increasing force. Her juices flowed forming a damp patch on the sheet. My erection stiffened more.I had an overwhelming desire to take her, to force myself in her - although she was obviously so wet, so naturally lubricated, that "forcing" would be the wrong word. My cock. ‘Now, I have heard one that might be what Atwood described, Ma-gun-a-goi-ko-etx-ea. The only reason I know that name is a mention of it on a list of soldiers who were sent on special guard duty for a visiting dignitary from Tamulipas. The two soldier’s names were not listed when the troop returned to the garrison at Victoria. That’s not the city by that name, on this side of the river. It’s a city in the Mexican state of Tamulipas. Nor could I discover if he was killed or sickened and died,. Why don’t you put my foot down and relieve yourself.”I put her foot down and started to head to the bathroom adjust my bonner. “No Chris. I want to watch you touch it. Is that OK?”I walked to her side pulled down my shorts and started to stroke my dick. She just stared at me and watched as my hand blazed away. “Will this help you at all?” She said as she lowered her top to reveal an awesome pair of tits with nipples that must have stuck out almost an inch. I didn’t even know that nipples stuck. She didn’t. Instead, she just scurried around the room, making sure everything was in order.“Mom? About last night.”His mom didn’t stop moving, “What about last night, Sweetie?”This was proving harder than he thought it should.“My bedroom?”This time Lisa stopped, “Honey, what are you talking about?”Had the whole thing been a dream? Josh shook his head. That was no dream. A hallucination, maybe? Josh pictured a brain tumor throbbing within his brain.“It’s nothing, Mom. I better get ready for.