I immediately went to my room so that I could change and get ready for bed. We live in one of those houses that shakes, rattle and rolls, meaning ever... door that is opened or every footstep that is made or every door that is closed you can hear and sometimes feel it. When I took my pants off to change into my pajama bottoms I heard my bedroom door creak open.I could feel Danny watching me, so I took my time so he could get a good look at me in my little white Andrew Christiansen underwear.. Karen looked serious when she replied, “The thing I really enjoy is giving the cane. I love the feel of it and the gasps of pain it produces. That is the high tariff.” “How high?” Debra asked tentatively. Karen said wickedly, “More than you have had already.” After a moment Karen added, “Two dozen strokes extra, in fact.” “Extra?” Debra asked. Karen was still serious. “Once we agree you deserve to be caned. Then whatever is decided you will have to accept two dozen more before we have sex.”. I rolled back over toward the phone again and reached for it. I almost picked it up before I caught myself and stopped my hand. I hesitated momentarily, then picked up the phone.I pushed the little button on the side of it to bring it back to life, and tried to remember the little criss-cross security figure to open it. My hand was shaking as I attempted to trace the lines. It took three times to get it right. There, in my hand was that little message icon once again. All I had to do was put my. "Fuck yea mom, I love fucking you like this. Your cunt is so fucking hot, I just want to fuck you all the time now," I said, all my inhibitions vanishing for a moment as we fucked.We were now moaning and groaning like wild a****ls.Soon, as we were both so lost in the throes of our mutual enjoyment, all of a sudden I felt the cum rise in my balls.I remembered what mom said about not cumming inside her, but this felt so good, I just didn't want to stop. But something in my mind told me I should.