”“Which one?”“Your mom’s. She was absolutely distraught that her daughter was living in sin, smoking pot, getting tattoos, and having kids ...ut of wedlock, so we got married.”“Kids?”“Well, you were the first and we wanted at least a brother for you, but it didn’t happen. We waited too long and now she’s locked up; I doubt you will ever get a brother.” His face clouded over with sadness for a few seconds, then brightened, “Turns out, I couldn’t have asked for a better child. I think any that. I'll bet you get more than a few propositions, but maybe none from anyone old enough to be your mother." She said with a tinge of fear in her voice, although she was trying to appear self confident."I've never been invited like this, especially by anyone I've... admired... so many times from afar. Neither your age nor mine entered into the decision to take you up on your invitation. If you were my mother, you would have been a young bride and I wouldn't be here." I said hoping to build her. She begins kissing me deeply, touching my body, letting me feel her hot bulge growing in her pants. Then she slowly starts undressing me, button by button my shirt begins to fall of my body. She starts caressing me, kissing my neck and then sticking her tongue deep in my mouth. With one hand she starts pinching my nipples, fondling my body, teasing me with naughtyness. My heart is racing now as my cock fills with blood for a massive erection. Her hands begin wrapping my ass in a firm grasp. I. She pulls my shirt over my head and blindfolds me with it, covering my entire face, and a small laugh is all I hear when I wine in complaint. A hard lash of a whip across my stomach reminds me not to wine or complain. Sometimes I wish she’d just gag me so I can whimper and get away with it, but that wouldn’t make it as fun for her. She drags the whip up and down my thighs, telling me what a nasty whore I am for soaking through my thong at the mere thought of what’s to come. I bite my tongue.