Please. But even as she silently pleaded with him, he suddenly stopped and moved his hands away, pushing her hands down in the process. “Sorry” he...said” “Why dear”? she asked as her hand moved farther and farther down until it brushed up against his granite-like hardness thrusting up under his shorts. She didn't move."I am so sorry Amma” his voice shookHer fingers traced his hardness, there was no hiding now. "MOTHER," he gasped staring down at his mother touching his throbbing manhood."Oh,. I slept well that night and woke up with a hard on the next morning and so did J, I could see his underwear stretched upward when he pulled his covers off and just shook it, looked at me, then laughed and I did too.We rode our bikes to a diner and had breakfast, I felt my loose ass the whole ride. We had sat away from everyone else and all the while J kept turning our conversation back to what we had did the night before. Saying we should try it again later and I said it felt like a Cadillac. The next time I stayed over the same thing happened again and again I ignored it and he stopped, seeming embarrassed.Then months later we arranged to get drunk and camp out in his garden. It was a cold night and we made sure we pack lots of quilts and pillows in so we were nice and warm. We had lots to drink and then started talking about sex again. I noticed that he was rubbing himself, I tried to ignore it but I couldn't ignore the fact that I was getting turned on. He pulled the quilt to one. 'Its over, its over', i gasped, hoping that my saying it would make it so. You can not even begin to imagine the wonderful marvelous relief i felt when i saw Matron Debrah replace the terrible paddle in its place. i heard Mistress snap HER fingers again, and the two attending slaved hurried to release me from my restraints. i tried to straighten up, but the horrendous pain was too much. Crying, i collapsed into a heap on the floor. ?You have 5 seconds to be bowing down by my feet!?.