So many wonderful scents.Master glanced at me as I crawled over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. I wiggled on him, his wet cock pressing on m... belly. His hand rested on my ass then slid up to my tail. He grasped it, not hard, but enough to stroke me.It sent a wild surge through me. I fought the urge to whimper. Lamia didn’t like our tails to be grabbed, but when stroked ... It made my pussy clench.“Have you been bad, slave?” he asked, his voice sounding amused.“So bad, Master,” I. After all, she was my friend’s mother. But my bulge down there was making things difficult for me to understand! She was getting me seduced. Just watching her I began to have a hard on, so I stood before her and pulled her up to me. I understood that I had to make it out with her. She seemed to accept that and I moved in to kiss her again. I put my tongue into her mouth, and began to explore her mouth. Our tongues met and caressed each other. I kissed her cheeks and then continued onto her. This time he felt a change to the feeling, it was as if his ass had decided to accept the intruder and embrace it, god it felt good. “WOW you like that you little slag I think we ‘re going to have some fun tonight. Now you are unable to move I can move the camera nearer.” The slave jerked in horror and mumbling sounds came from his gagged mouth. The red ball making it impossible to speak. “What’s that ? You want more ? Well if you insist” and with that she pumped the plug again and then let the. Dumb question, I know. "I'm taking care of my man," Mom said. I had to smile at her response despite the stress I was feeling."Am I really your man?" I asked. "Perhaps I should ask that question when you're thinking straight and not so tipsy. Also, your husband might have something to say about that." I'm not so tipsy that I don't know what I'm saying or doing," Mom said. "The wine only gave me enough courage to do what I wanted to do anyway and that was to be your bitch or woman or.