This time Mark wanted to take his time. He wanted to consume this woman, mind, body and soul, the way he had always wanted. His hand slid between his ...other's legs and he stroked her thick pubic bush, and felt her breath quicken in response. Mark ran his tongue down his mother's neck, down to her tits, which sat up high and proud. He kissed, licked, sucked, even chewed a little on her stiff pink nipples, and Helen clutched the back of his head to hold him in place. Gently, but firmly, Mark. He was trying to get out of this trap but he failed. Later he decided to get help from his mom.Vihaan: Hey mom, how was your day?Deepti: Pretty good, son. By the way, what’s the food today?Vihaan: Nothing much special just the regular dish. Fresh up and come soon, I will set the table.Deepti: Okay, my dear son. Be back in a while.Deepti: Wow you set the table very clean today. What’s the matter? You got any surprise for me? (Vihaan regularly used to surprise his mom and try to bring a smile to. Moving his head was just about the limit of what he could do. He was in some kind of bedroom. The bed took up most of the room. It was easily large enough for five or six people. Thick velvet drapes hung from the ceiling above it like a tent. Beyond the bed Phil saw antique furniture carved with designs that were both lewd and grotesque."Oh dear, they really have had a good suck on you."The voice was warm, rich and huskily erotic. Phil turned to the source and saw a tall, voluptuous woman. By the time I was eleven, I was actively trying to anger him, to get even more attention. It wasn't that I was attention-starved, mind you -- just that I was greedy. He was loving, but he wasn't gentle -- he would spank me and send me to my room without dinner, and I still kept trying to irritate him. Originally, it started with small things, to which he just said "Don't be a bitch," but the more Daddy punished me, the worse I became. That word -- bitch -- contained all of Daddy's bad feelings.