How was your first day at rehab?” she asked lightly.“Grueling,” I said with a dramatic sigh. “I think I may have wandered into the middle of a...CIA interrogation center by accident.”She laughed and told me it’ll get better. Then she looked at me critically. “You look tired, Matt. Go next door. Have some supper, spend time with the girls and let me have a romantic dinner with this guy.” She punctuated the order by kissing Daniel on the cheek.“Yes Ma’am,” I said with a smile and left them kissing. Her belly was nicely rounded, above the bulging pubic mound, and I riveted my gaze on her crotch, knowing that here was where I had discharged my sperm into my mother last night. My penis was painfully erect as hard as iron, with fluid seeping from the tip to make the naked head glisten with lust. Mom pirouetted in front of me, sticking her butt out as she did the spin, and I gazed longingly at her superbly rounded ass, the big cheeks filling her panties beautifully, and I began fisting my cock. "How are you coming in there?" Doreen asked. "The guests will bearriving in about a half hour."I snapped out of my trance."I'm almost ready. I'll be out in a few minutes."I went back to the dressing table and glued on some fake nails tocomplete the image.Next, I went to the bed and picked up my maids outfit. It was aconservative type with full arms and neck. I slipped it over my head.The satin garment quickly molded itself to my body, hugging my curvesand resting perfectly on my hips. The. I’m not going to carve my initials on your face. Oh, no. that would too kind. I’m going to write my full name on your skin with your own blood as ink. Got it? Cool. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a silly white bitch to put in her place. I looked Mandy Hill up and down. She didn’t smile this time. With some attitude in her voice, she asked me if there was a problem. I smiled. A wicked smile. Yes, there is a problem, I thought. The problem is this silly white bitch is disrespecting me and she.