MomThe reason I made the trip back home Thanksgiving weekend was simply to see mom. No! Not to taste another sample of the incestuous pleasures we had...before - but something in her note that I felt real pain toward her.That her one time for letting go had ended in such a disaster. That my mother should always live with her true feelings and character forced down insider herself was a hurtful thing to me, now that I know about it. I did not mean to recommend this form of 'letting go' to her, but. Mrs. Mitchell seems to be mesmerized by my ridged Brown xxxxxxxxx year old cock that is still pulsating and dripping fresh man juice. Her gaze moved between me and her one hundred and twenty five pound of ultra-feminine Bitch Boy that she calls a son! The door slams and she yells at the top of her lungs “Keith … Go home now”!I grab my clothes off the floor and put them on in a hurry, but sadly without Gregory to use his well trained mouth to lick me clean. I skip down the steps, missing half of. " OOOH !" said Becky, "that looks sexy !" " Mike said " That is my friend Maria, I will introduce you!" When Maria had finished with the man she came over to Mike and greeted him, he introduced the two girls. " May I see your whip?" asked Becky, " Mike has caned me but I have never been whipped !" " My flat is upstairs, you can come up if you like !" said Maria, throwing a long leather coat on. All three went upstairs, Mike asked Becky if she would like to be whipped with that whip, Becky said. What was going on? "Are you okay?" She asked."Yea, why do you ask?" I replied."You seem kind of nervous." Are you okay with me so close to you?" I asked her."Yes, I want you very close to me right now." She said.I held her tight again. We watched through the first commercial and then the questions came again."If you need me to answer questions about sex, please ask me, okay? I don't want you thinking it is something that is dirty or nasty, okay?" She said quietly."Okay. Is it okay that I.