Even before my Dad left, I would sneak peaks up her skirt, or sometimes see her in just a towel, and so on. Once I started jerking off, it was even mo...e of an effort to see more. Not long after the divorce and not long after my hard cock began to let out long streams of cum, something happened that obsessed me with Mom. She had a good job, plus was getting child support, so we didn’t live a life of poverty at least. Mom always dressed nice and smelled nice for work. I can remember one winter. Our business interests span the continental United States. I am frequently required to fly to our operation centers on the west coast. We have the luxury of a corporate jet. It is used only by the higher level executives within our company. The company holds quarterly meetings in addition to fiscal year end meetings. I am also required to meet with other fellow officers at our west coast offices during any large acquisitions or mergers. The jet is able to hold about fourteen. "Wow Angel!" Was all that Wayne could say. He was now even harder then ever. He moved on top of her, looked down into her eyes, and smiled. "Are you sure about this Baby? Tell me now and I'll stop. But God please don't tell me to stop. I want you so much right now." "I don't want you to stop Wayne. Please make me yours." Christa said as she looked up into his passion filled eyes.Wayne leaned down and kissed Christa passionately. He settled his body between her legs and gently pushed. And then, I felt something placed to my right nostril. A glass bottle, or glass ampule of some kind. ‘Sniff deeply slave,’ Mistress D. commanded in her husky voice. Without hesitation eager to comply, I inhaled deeply. As I did this, my head began to spin, as if in a vortex. ‘Very good slave,’ I heard Mistress D. say. I felt the container on my left nostril next. ‘Again slave, sniff deeply,’ she commanded. My mind continued to spin, and my body began to react to what my Owner had just made me.