I had always admired his directness, but not today. He took me by my hand, something he almost never did. I never knew if it was shyness or upbringing... but he didn't touch much. Mom had to virtually sit on his lap to get attention. There was no doubt he loved us, he told us often."Son, you're mother is dying. They were hit over by the high school, a big rig lost his brakes on Simpson Hill and ran through the red light. You need to go in and see her now. She's unconscious, but maybe she'll hear. Sara pointed at James, and motioned him over to her with her finger. He walked over, still swaying to the music, and stood right in front of her. She grabbed a hold of his ass, and pulled him in closer. “Give her a lap dance James.” Chelsea instructed him. With one last look at his fiance, he began to swivel his hips in Sara's face. Her eye's fixated on his bulge in the white thong, “WooHoo!”. He was so close, he could feel her breath on his sex. They all really started to get into it now. The. When dad shot load of his love juice into her mouth, she seemed to be enjoying, drinking the juice and licked him dry. After a while dad went to sleep. Mom sat at the edge of her bed and started to cry. Both Stella and I were shocked. “I don’t understand” Stella said. “Everything was going on fine. Both were enjoying themselves. But the moment dad reached her cunt, she jumped up and stopped dad from touching her cunt.What is wrong with mom?" “Why did she not allow dad to enter her? That is. Your real need is to be dominated.” “Yes Mistress,” came his meek reply, “I need to be dominated.” “You are a submissive bitch-boy, aren’t you?” Mark did not reply; he did not like the position he was in or the things he was hearing. Jamie knew he did not like it and she was herself a bit surprised at the pleasure that knowledge brought her. Her pussy was getting wetter just looking at him in this position. She held his face up by the chin, leaned in a little closer, slapped his face twice.