00. Just before 11.00, I climbed the last flight of stairs onto the top floor from where I could look down on my bedroom door through the stair rails....From here I could also go to Peters room unnoticed.At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor stairs and into my room. Once she was inside, I quietly made my way down the small flight of stairs from the 2nd floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom was generally tidying around and then vacuumed the rug. My heart was. We asked for the bill and went for a walk along the harbourside. I was extremely proud to be promenading with her on my arm; her good looks and figure turned a few heads, and with every step, her top seemed to loosen even more.We stopped to admire a beautiful wooden yacht. It had far more quality than most of the plastic Gin Palaces around. Two of the crew were enjoying a beer on the gangplank and saw us admiring the boat; we started chatting to them about the boat and how it was built. They. You need that good hard fucking now don’t you?”. Licking my lips “Oh yes please”. “Please what you fucking slut?”“Please sir” I responded. “That’s more like it, you like being controlled don’t you.”Pulling me up off the floor he spun me around pushing me onto the desk. His hand bending my back as he slowly pushed up my skirt. His fingers danced around my ass as I spread my legs wide waiting to be fucked. “SMACK”. I gasped as his hand slapped my cheeks. “You liked being spanked don’t you you. He had never seen anything so lovely. He felt himself begin to react to the image of her barefooted and wearing his shirt. She closed the door to the fridge and saw him, ‘There’s slim pickings here for breakfast, but the coffee is almost done.’ ‘Don’t worry about breakfast,’ he said as the walked over to her and took her in his arms. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at him through eyes that held both passion and something more he thought. She could feel his arousal pressing.