When it ended we had a long make-out session on the couch. Then we went to my bed and cuddled as we had the night before. When I placed my dick betwee... my mothers’ ass cheeks I separated them with my hands so my dick would be trapped between them. Mom emitted a contented moan and was soon asleep.We again spent the next day naked. We fucked doggy style in the morning and standing up while looking at the rain out a window in the afternoon. That evening in bed she got us into a sixty-nine position. I can feel it in myself, and in the life I live. I believe that very few people come from what society likes to label a ‘normal’ childhood. Most of us have been exposed to some kind of trauma and life changing experience somewhere on down the line. I am also a firm believer that a child who endures alot of stress can very easily turn into a dysfunctional adult. Myself, for example. I guess before I go any farther I should dive in and give a very truncated family history, starting with my. I love cuddles but this was definitely not the place or the time to repair a hurt by cuddling. I find female hormones almost as dangerous as TNT-just a little more volatile. Last night was menstrual system and hormones colliding and going a little haywire. I recognised this at the time last night so didn't take the actual event very seriously. The serious part is how she reacted next day when her system had smoothed down to its normal chaos and she had to rationalise what she had done. "I'll. He grumbles in protest, but it replied with another smack. I slide the iceonto the nipple I have been sucking. Again, Joe shifts, getting used to thisstimuli. I rub the ice round his nipple, and then withdraw it and suck hisfrozen flesh. He moans, and then Sara smacks him hard again. I place another ice cube on Joe's navel, dangerously close to his erect penis.I continue to play with his nipples. Sara's next smack is her hardest yet,and forces Joe to slightly scrunch his legs in reflex. This.