As a kid, my mom was the most beautiful and sexy woman I was surrounded by.I used to spend most of the time going back and forth around her. I don’t...remember exactly when it has started – my fascination for my mother. However, I remember a night distinctly. It was a usual night. Since dad was out of the station, my siblings and I were sleeping with my mom. But I never in my wildest thoughts could have imagined that night would be the first night ever to experience it. As I slowly gained my. “She’s part of the horsey set; into badminton and gymkhanas, and all that. I used to get her alone in her stable and tie her down over a bench or something and beat her over her riding britches.”“She kept them on?”He nodded. “She didn’t want any visible marks, and this will leave very visible marks.” He said waiving the crop in the air.“You never... ““Fucked her?”She nodded.“Oh yes, I fucked her many times,” he told her. “Sometimes right after her beating and other times when she came to my. He had won her over. He had “worn” her out. Even though the two never “did it” with one another, being fingered like she had been was more then enough she told herself. Yes, despite that they didn’t even have intercourse, he still left her with a feeling nothing could ever make her feel like. He did it in a manner which left her body “feeling” exhausted. She thought about it throughout the night, even after he left her, and she also thought about it that following morning as she showered and. She wanted to get the heavy weight of George off of her, but it was taking all her effort just to regain her senses.As she became more conscious, she carefully examined her surroundings and realized that the lights were out. Completely out. She couldn’t even see the corridor lights coming through the curtains. That was odd; they were always at least partially on, even when the locomotive was pulled off. She had never seen a train completely and totally dark before. Everything was silent. The.