Coming to the story, I was contacted by a lady who asked me to be added to gmail for a chat. Whilst we chatted for a few times, just casual ally, I wa...ted to break the ice and asked her if she wants to get steamy in the chats for which she replied no. I was surprised and asked again and her reply was a no again. I asked her then why did she contact me then she said she is too old for sex and typed ummmmmm. I said ok then what Doyle want me to do. She said cant we talk like friends. I said why. She didn't understand, but some how her body would tingle with a wash of electricity when he had bound her wrists behind her back in the past. Though the rope bondage in the past was not as restrictive as the cuffs were now, the sensation of feeling helpless seemed to give her strange feeling that made her all warm and fuzzy. One that she enjoyed. Maybe that’s why she kept going to Adams studio? Not just for the money, but for the excitement and the feelings she felt deep within her own. ..so much I want to teach you."As I lay there, my penis still in her vagina, I wondered for a moment how my father, who'd had all this, could have taken the path he did. The moment passed as mother started to withdraw from me. As the head of my penis came out I gave a gasp as the still sensitive nerves sent pleasurable and painful little shocks through me.Mother bent over and kissed me saying, "I think it's time for bed, don't you?"Not sure what she meant I started to say, "Must we, so. He clicked the latch and turned and his cock was out and hard and thicker and longer than usual. I loosened his belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles, reached out and stroked his shaft. It was wooden hard. He unbuttoned his shirt as I had done for his enjoyment and began to skilfully beat me off and my knees buckled. I felt my urethra filling and I whispered that I was going to cum and he dropped to his knees, seized my cock with his open mouth and deep throated me. I'd never experienced.