He couldn’t help notice that when she’d bend over, her black lace panties teased him. Even her walk was sexy, almost seductive.He wondered. What w...uld happen if he asked her to perform “other duties.” Was she even capable of those tasks. There was only one way to find out.“Hey Julie, will you come here please.” He watched as Julie placed a dish on the counter and then with such ease, she moved towards him, where he was still seated on the couch. She stood right in front of him. He reached out. There was no water nozzle, no faucet or hot and cold controls.Instead, there was a rack.That's the only possible description. It was a big open square, like a huge picture frame sticking straight out from the wall. At the top were wrist cuffs. At the bottom were little shelves with ankle cuffs where I was supposed to stand-- like metal bondage flip-flops or something.||Please stand in the frame|| The speaker in the ceiling requested."The hell with that!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. In. There is something I want to show you." She said as led to the back room. "This will blow your mind. Now I hope you like this, I know I will." She said as she opened the bedroom door and what Jason saw he didn’t ever expect to see. "MOM, what are doing here." Said Jason as he just stared at his mother lying naked on his bed playing with her self and jumped up startled from her son’s out burst. "Oh, I didn’t know you two would be here already. I was just getting warmed up." Conny said as she. He heard her grunt as he continued to apply pressure. He pushed harder, feeling his kock begin to push her pussy inward, the only defense it had. He knew that if he continued, her pussy would give up the useless battle and open for him. When this happened, her pussy would have to stretch to unbelievable proportions, very rapidly. This would be when she would scream. Then he would have her trapped, her pussy opened, his kock ready to tear into her pussy, to test its depth, to test the resilience.