Helen turned to face Karla; reaching out and taking a handful of the younger woman’s fair hair. She used her grip to wrench her upwards - forcing Ka...la to strain herself up off the ground with the pain of having her hair pulled. Jason’s mother held Karla in this position - uncomfortably stretched upwards from her seated place on his floor - and spoke to her in a harsh and spiteful tone.“So quickly you forget.” Helen taunted Karla. She gave her son a quick glance; looking satisfied when she saw. Darcy and I were so into sex, we even bought a drill toy, fuck saw, and were saving for a Sybian that I was gonna disguise as a horsey for the baby we were gonna have. Shit, down the road in a few years I was planning on converting part of the basement into our own play room/dungeon. I was going to surprise her with a fully stocked room of sex furniture: St. Michael’s cross, spanking bench, wheel of misfortune, and anything else I could think of. We would role play all the time too. We’d go. Your mother needs a man to please and your father just is not up to the task.” At this point a strange look passed between my grandparents but I didn’t understand it. “Most of it is common sense. You will cause your mother pain and she will love and obey you for it, but you will never cut her, you will never burn her and you will never scar her. Do you understand?” I nodded yes. I could not imagine doing any of those things anyway. “You will never share her against her will and you will. The client had since got on the made and was playing with himself as he watched the action. As mom slipped the bra straps off my shoulder her hands moved within the bra to cup my breasts as the bra dropped to the floor. She then moved so she was again facing me, and gave me another kiss as she got onto her knees and gently tugged my thong off. I stepped out of them, and then mom threw them towards the client, who held them to his noise for a sniff then wrapped them around his dick as he began.