As I successfully dealt with my guilt, I started indulging in the fantasy more and more. And, so the fantasy evolved. I began having clearer images of...my mom giving me a handjob. And even if I had never received oral sex, I eventually fantasized about my mother sucking my cock. Ultimately, I imagined being on top of her, kissing her, making love to her.My oedipal tendencies were somewhat tamed when I started dating my first serious girlfriend, but they skyrocketed through the roof when we broke. I even considered hauling water by wagon, but that was also not practical because the wagons would weigh so much that we would have trouble getting over the low hills covered by our fields. If we had pipes, we could pump the water, but pipe was too expensive for very long runs.Sarah and Diego came up with an idea which could help some. They proposed making a water wagon by constructing a special wagon having a water barrel 6 feet in diameter and 5 feet high. This wagon could carry nearly 140. "I told you. She is constantly horny” Master replied. Master was right about that. I hadn't cum in a two month period which caused the slightest bit of erotic charge to give rise to this constant stream of sissy slime.With an equally soft and sucking sound, my left nylon-clad leg slipped out of the left riding boot. I also placed the left riding boot next to the right boot."Perfect. Then it's just the stay-ups and the locking device left.” said the man. With the locking device he meant the cock. I drew back, and in one motion swung it until it collided with Stacey’s beautiful pale skin ass – WHACK!!!”“UHHHHHHHHHH!” I heard her yell through the gag.That blow had left a red heart mark on her lower ass cheek. Stacey danced and shifted, but did not rise.WHACK!!! came the second blow, landing same place, but opposite cheek. I heard Stacey scream into the gag again, and enjoyed it as her ass rippled in response. The second red mark mirrored the first. I rubbed her ass gently as she panted.