“Oh gawd, you have magic hands. I think that was how you got me this way to begin with,” she teased.“I think it was you who seduced me, so you c...uld give me good memories at the lake,” I shot back.She suddenly sat up.“I have to pee,” she said, and ran to her bathroom.Angie had been constantly peeing when she was pregnant because the baby pushed against the bladder. When she came out, I went in and washed my hands so I could get the analgesic gel off of them. I came back and opened the cream.. Though she assumed that the shopkeeper was probably married too, old enough to be her father and though one married Somali guy had already used and then dispensed with her, if the shopkeeper wanted to have her, she feared that wouldn't be able to deny him anything.She decided that she had to chat to him however; she needed Somali friends, her baby boy was always going to spark interest in them and contrary to her family's pleading she had surrendered to the father's requirement that she raise. She thought they had finished with her but instead they simply turned her around and put her straight back in the two sets of cuffs. This time she was facing away from the door towards the boys instead, making her painfully aware how much more of her body was now exposed to them. Callum was now holding a flogger. Knowing what was coming this time she winced and tensed up before the first blow arrived. It didn't make any difference though, her lack of bra and thin top meant the flogger made. Finally I lay exhausted on top of her. "That was beautiful," she whispered to me as she continued to hold on to me tightly. "I have never felt so, so fulfilled. Thank you." I couldn't believe what I had heard. I was in heaven again. I had made love to my mother, brought her pleasure, and filled her with my seed. Life couldn't be better, I thought as I rested my head down on my mother's shoulder. "God, Amma, I love you, soooo much," I gushed. "I love you, too, Saro!" she cooed. Neither of us.