No! I struggled out of his grip but before I could reach the door, I found myself back on the bed, my wrists pinned above my head. Seriousness was all...that remained on his face. His eyes full of lust and rage. Listen to me, you little slut. I tried to be gentile, romantic. But fact is, you BELONG. TO. ME! And as my property, I will use you. However I see fit He completely ripped off the night gown. Exposing my c-cup breasts. His eyes roamed my body hungrily, like a hunter stalking his prey.. I'd left my shit-hole of a room the moment I could see straight. Hey, you probably remember how the song went.Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt, and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt and I washed my face and combed my hair, then stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.****Yeah well, it wasn't a Sunday — I don't think — but that was just. And each step has added wonderful newness and excitement. I find I can’t keep my hands or eyes off my mother. She will probably always remain my mother but now she is my spouse (?), certainly my lover. That more certainly now. And, hence, my hands on her. And she is accepting it, leaning into it.This time Tim is the driver, Mom and I are in the backseat. And we are not passive. Both of us have our dresses up to our waist and the tops down to our waist. We are loving each other without regard to. He began to breathe through his mouth now too, not heavily, just had his mouth open. And I wanted those jeans open.As he hung on my every word, I stepped forward, closer and closer until I was facing his chest. Reaching my hand to his jeans, he backed off in shock for a moment, but then stayed put. My fingers brushed over the lump in his trousers, and again...and again.I knew I couldn't rip his cock out in the shop, even if no one was around, but that didn't stop me from grabbing a fistful and.