You ready?"I replied "You don't have to, Mom".As she stood up she just said "Nonsense, you deserve it as hard as you've been working". She stepped ove... to my lounger with the oil bottle in her hand and swung her leg over me and sat down on my thighs. After drizzling oil on my upper chest she leaned forward and began to massage it in. She apparently wasn't satisfied with her position and scooted up my thighs to very close to my hips. I had my arms up, head resting on my hands and was able to. ”“Shit,” I said, softly. “He raped you?”“I can’t honestly say it was rape. I didn’t want him to do it, but I also didn’t try to make him stop. I tell myself I was too scared to resist, but to be honest, that’s probably not true. I was frightened, but I was also, as you call it, fired up.”“I’m sorry,” I said.She tilted her head and examined me.“You mean that. I think that’s one reason why I feel as strongly about you as I do. You’re compassionate. You care about people and how they feel.”“I. . he's finding out how lovely it is to have his prick frigged in adress by Melissa and Samantha. All part of his education."The boy's wriggles were interrupted by Vera's phone on her chairsidetable. She listened through the fool's commotion and whimpering, thenturned it off and put it into her handbag, just in time for the peak ofher stepson's pleasure, as bubbles of white sperm rose up his tube, in acontinual stream, and jetted in squirts into the plastic pod hangingabove him.She laughed with. She struggles, even takes her hands off her chest trying to loosen my grip. If she had been thinking more clearly, she could have simple ripped the flimsy plastic open, but apparently she sees my hands holding the bag as the source of her problem, so that’s where she goes.I snap at her to cut it out, then tell her soothingly that she is safe. The combination seems to work, she calms down immediately and resumes pinching her nips. Just without air.After a few seconds I relax my grip and let in.