I could see her nipples through her blouse. Her blouse was undone too show her huge tits in what looked like a sheer bra. Her nipples were getting har...er and so was my cock. I moved closer to Mom and smiling she moved a little closer too. “You couldn’t possibly do it with your own mom”, she teased.“And you couldn’t possibly do it with your own son”. I smiled as I undid the remaining buttons of her blouse while Mom just watched my fingers slowly popping each button to reveal more and more.“I. I think after today?s activitieswe both deserve a drink.?I nodded and went to the galley kitchen. There was a small wine coolerwhich held twelve bottles of wine. I opened a bottle and put it on asmall tray with two wine glasses. I placed the tray on the coffee tableand as Marta had taught me, I poured out a small portion of the red winefor her to taste. She made a minor production of sniffing and twirlingthe glass before sipping and swishing wine in her mouth. She pronouncedit drinkable. But it wasn't until the nexttime that he actually hit me.The same destructive cycle played itself out too many more times, untilhe left me with a black eye, a bloodied lip, and knocked out a couple ofmy fake teeth. That was when I called the battered women's crisis line,but even then, I had managed to convince myself that I somehow deservedthis treatment. Hadn't Daniel treated me wonderfully for the most part,showering me with attention and gifts? Wasn't I a fraud, and even thoughI hadn't. To make matters worse, my lipstickcovered lips were pressing against his and I had a stiff hard on in mypanties and pantyhose! For almost an hour we pulled at our binds andsquirmed to break free. The power net control top Panty squeezed ourheads together with vise like pressure and an unforgiving sense of noescape. I knew it wouldn't be long before the football team arrived andmy dad would see me wearing a dress kissing my best friend!As another half hour passed we somehow got our lips apart..