My milk can come from down there as well." B-but that?s a cock..." Keni poked his pointer fingers together."And it?s been inside you plenty of times a...ready." His mommy counteredback. "Is what hole you want it in that much of a difference?"There was some logic to that, and Keni found himself falling to his kneesin front of her. He could smell the silicon shaft and the sweet taste ofher cream. "I guess it?s not gay if it?s with an Artificial doll." Hemumbled to himself, as he bent forward,. I hope I can get in. Otherwise there's San Francisco."Marta's mom arrived surprised by the number of people her daughter had brought. Marta made similar introductions. Her mom met Joe's eyes and she smiled genuinely. Not as magical as Marta's smile, damped down by age and complexity, it sparkled and made her more beautiful. Her mom stood a couple inches shorter. Her body had become heavier as middle age monkeyed with her metabolism. She still revealed grace and exuded sexiness. Meeting her. I reached the frame of my parent open door. Still no Mike, still no Mom.After taking one step in to my parents bedroom it was as if I sounded an alarm. To my memory, as soon as my foot landed in their bedroom I heard a loud, guttural moan from the bathroom. The sound was a mix of my mother's voice and that of a porn star. The moan sounded exaggerated and playful but at the same time earnest. It froze me in my tracks for a moment.Once the alarm of the moan wore off I found myself in my parents. I had visited many Mistress sites and retrieved phonenumbers. And I would call them for a thrill and act like I would seethem. The one Mistress, through a curve at me and tricked me intomeeting her. So I met her and we had lunch, but we didn't talk aboutmuch, mainly what you and I might discuss. But finally I acted as if Ionly liked to be spanked. She insisted that we go check out her Dungeon.So I figured no harm in that. She had still pressed me for more likesand dislikes and so I kept.