My mom has left my side to go grab the cake she made out of the oven. I slowly make my way up to my room, and quickly disrobe. I lay on my bed and sta...t stroking myself. I caress my breasts pinching and pulling at them, imagining that my mom was doing this to me. I rub my finger against my already swollen clit. It doesn't take long before I feel the tingling of an approaching orgasm. I rub myself faster, and cry out, "Oh yes mommy!!" As I cum all over my hand. **** The following days passed. The moans get louder and louder, you try to force my fingers into you and that’s when you feel me undo your seatbelt, take a firm grip of your hair and force your face down toward my cock. I undo my zipper with one hand and my cock springs free. You look at it and want to take it all in, I say “What do you want?” no response, just breathing as you try to take my cock in your mouth, I repeat myself louder “What do you want, slut?”You take a deep breath and realise you’d not even spoken; you. I laughed. “OK, point taken, finally – and no, I won’t go into what other gifts I might or might not have received from her, but what everyone was probably referring to today was that.” I motioned toward the picture, the back of which was facing him, and he crossed to my desk and picked it up. He just stood and looked at it – silently - for the longest time, a very un-Charlie-like reaction. As he did, I studied him, waiting, and to some degree dreading what he might say. Charlie is the opposite. When I started to french kiss her asshole, I felt her shift and open her ass. My tongue slid in. ‘That’s it’, she said. ‘Kiss my ass, salon boy. Don’t quit until I tell you to.’ In the midst of all this, my dick started swelling again. Still, I retained enough brain power to keep my tongue licking her ass instead of talking. She was moving around like she was turned on by this. I’m sure she was more turned on by lording over me and treating me like this. But still, she was turned on. And so was.