We can’t do this. It is not right.” Mom said. “Mom, what is the matter? Why are you stopping me?” I asked her pretending to be surprised. �... I………….I….. I…… like to, but I am not sure if I should do it with you.” (Her voice stammering) I knew that she was not refusing me but that fear of her cunt being touched, was the actual reason. “Mom, you worried about the taboo of mother and son fucking is forbidden. “Yes,” replied mom. “It is forbidden, we should not be doing it.” What will people say. Rehan was still dazed by what was happening as Lubna started to wash him, making sure that he was well scrubbed. She herself was getting drenched and Rehan noticed that under her soaking clothes Lubna was not wearing a bra. He also noticed that she had well developed breasts with nipples that were ready to poke through the light fabric that was now clinging to her shapely curves.Soon he was washed and Lubna knelt in front of him. Again she washed his cock and massaged the sking under his pubic. Or at least I could hope ... but at least in the shower I was able to look and wonder if mine would ever look like that.In addition to PE and moving from class to class ... there were the girls. It seems like from the 6th grade to the 7th grade, girls changed. It had to be them ... it just couldn't be me. Some of them got lumps on their chests and Cheryl seemed to have the nicest, biggest lumps of all. Cheryl was in my math class and to this day I can't tell you a thing about the class except. I was getting nerves on the day we were meeting at 2pm and when I met him at the station he had the collar with a lead hanging down so I know that was my new master, I went over to him and said hi SIR, he then took me to the café where we chatted and signed the contract so now I belong to him, I was then told to go and get changed into the boots and leggings. When I returned Sir was having his lunch and I when to sit down he stopped me and said you have to ask to sit down. I asked permition to.