"See, you stay quiet and you get rewarded." There was her damn voice again, the mouth that had been paying so much attention to my neck suddenly nibb...ing its way down the shell of my ear before taking a rough bite of my earlobe. "And you enjoy your reward, don't you? You like this, huh?" "Of course I don't--" But I shouldn't have tried to speak, because in a second her hand was entangled back in my hair and yanking it back. I screamed from the sudden movement and the cut of the handcuffs. Amanda had undone my shirt, removing it and clawing my chest and back together we fell back onto the bed. She felt so warm and passionate but neither of us were going to stop now. My hands wondered around her body as her did. I slipped a free hand between her thighs, not feeling any resistance, my finger then rubbed the very wet material and pushed it a little between her pussy lips. It was becoming a little more intense now and I did not want her to scream the house down. I rolled onto my back. It felt just like a man’s cock masturbating itself on her ass. A memory from college came crashing back, something she hadn’t thought about in years.Then Morgan pushed it a little harder. “Beg me to push it in, slut.”Karen didn’t say anything, her mind in a turmoil of emotions. Part of her wanted to deny it, but part of her wanted it badly, worse than she had wanted anything sexual – even in college. Morgan kept teasing her with it, keeping her head spinning.“Yes, slut, you know what I am. .." He added tentatively. "But can I see them properly?" He asked."See them properly?" I repeated, taken aback by his question."Yes." My breasts?" Yes, I want to see them properly, both of them." He smiled."But, but I'm your mum..." So?" Well, I, I err...I don't know, It's just wrong." I stuttered."Says who?" He asked, his eyes fixed lustily on my exposed nipple.I covered up. He looked crest fallen, that same doe eyed expression he'd used since he was a small boy, whenever he was desperate to.