It was an accident... do not attack... it was an accident... oh, oh, oh.”The crowd began singing with her as she spun and danced upon the stage. As ...he bounded from one end of the stage to the other, she used several of the standard pleasure dancer moves which thrust her cunt or her ass toward the audience while she simulated the pelvic motions of sexual union. The noise from the crowd was a combination of applause, screams, and the drunken shouting of the words she was singing.The record was. I could have gone to Ann Marie and grabbed her, kissed her, pushed her into the grass and fucked her in the way that men ought. I could have taken my pleasure in the normal romantic way and she'd have let me and she'd have been purring throughout, but instead I was drawn to the other path which led to the spot where the traveler was waiting, and I turned and hurried there, almost running, tumbling down the steep winding path.I wasn't thinking. I was reacting and not acting; and at the bottom. I quickly looked away from her and replied lowly, “Thanks.” Then trying to be a good host I asked, “Would you like something to drink?” She responded, “Sure, what do you have?” I told her that I had some coffee but it was cold and I would have to heat it up. Or I had some beer in the fridge. She responded with an innocent smile and a chuckle and said she preferred coke. I got up and walked to the kitchen. I poured the beer into two glasses and carried the drinks into the dining room and handed. My mom had made a real slave out of me….To me,Sex meant enjoying fully with every practice..but what she was interested were different things..She really loved dominating me and getting pleasure out of that..The story really changed when we had to move to America..She had got her job shifted ..So she herself suggested that her and me should move away..I knew this meant ultimate death for me but i was helpless.Mom changed in many ways more than i expected when we began our life at states..She.