His knees were between her legs holding them apart and she knew she was open to his eyes. With one hand, he played with her pussy, working his fingers...between her lips. With the other hand, he gave her a few swats to her ass, alternating her pleasure with a little pain. As he moved his hand forward, the tip of his middle finger would rub across her clit. Every time it did, she would moan. He pushed his fingers deeper with each forward movement till they were playing between them. She jerked. My little sissy..." She kept her fingerslowly pushing in and out."Yes, Mommy, I'm your little sissy. Oh that feels so good, keep fucking myass, yes..." Madeline kept pushing it in and out, a steady rhythm, and herhumiliating words combined with her finger in my ass was keeping me righton the edge."Good boy. Now here's your reward. Does that feel nice, sissy boy?" Shepushed hard, deep into my ass, and I jumped as she hit my spongy prostate.It was like an electric shock. She fiddled with her. ”“That would make you an outcast, a barukamin,” his father snapped. “You’d be no better than someone who carries away corpses or collects the night soil from privies.”“What will we tell the Matsuyos?” his mother wailed. Her words stung, not because of how upset she was, but because her primary concern was for their family’s relationship with the Matsuyos rather than for the welfare of her son. He had hoped that she might support him, she had always seemed more sensitive than his father, but it. My parents are at Bangalore. They visit our village once in a year to look after our property of teak plantations. This year as my father was busy in business schedule, he send my mom Mercy to inspect our teak plantations. She landed from Bangalore by train. I had been there at station to pick her. For the first few days’ mercy was busy doing house hold chores and cleaning up the mess i had made up during the last one year. I have the habit of going for natural call in the dense teak plantation.