“You should talk to me,” He said, somewhat quietly as he looked at me and seemed to frown slightly. “Communication will help us have fun. Don’... you want to have fun?” I cleared my throat nearly inaudibly before replying, still slightly trembling, “Y-yes sir, I want to have fun.” “Alright!” He exclaimed excitedly, but still keeping his volume low. “Well, I need something to call you. I understand that you may like giving up power or even submitting. Is that true?” I looked at the ground in front. "That is just a touch bigger than your typical deer rifle. Does he actually shoot things with it, or just make a heckuva racket?" It shoots cannonballs and all," she smiled. "Apparently there's this old gravel pit on the back of the property, he takes old junk cars out there and pops away at them from a couple hundred yards. I talked to a guy who's seen it, and he says that a four-inch cannonball will do a number on an old Ford. Anyway, Lynnette lives halfway across the township but as soon as. Shes an attractive woman, but I never really thought about her in a sexual way. Dont get me wrong, like most boys I tried to catch the occasional peek at her when she was changing or getting out of the shower. She still had big firm tits and a well-rounded ass. Her long black hair and green eyes were a family trait that all the women in our family had. I guess I would say she was average weight and height. One day, as I sat down to breakfast mom dropped a little surprise on me. Good morning,. It was more the unexpectedness of my mother being there, rather than the fact that she had caught me holding my cock, that prompted my reaction. Like most eighteen year old boys I masturbated every day, usually more than once, and of course my mother knew that I did. But Mom just smiled, and said, “Don’t mind me.” And she sat down at the other end of the couch. There was an awkward pause. I pretended to watch the baseball. “No, really, don’t mind me. Carry on.” Already semi-aroused by the.