"Do you think I'm going to catch the gay from her or something?" Kate." Suddenly the question she wanted to ask was all over her face."Wait, you think...I'm gay?" I glanced at the couch and started giggling, which turned to full on laughter, and every time I saw her perplexed expression, another wave crashed over me. Pretty soon Mom was smiling and then laughing right along with me."Stop, Kate," she said, reaching around to hug me. "Stop, I'm sorry!" Oh, God, Mom, my sides hurt now." I clung to. Barbara had gone all out on her domina appearance. Everything she woreexhuded tight, black, polished leather, and her hairstyle was ultra-gothic, but I was stunned by the appearance of the beautiful, sexy,gagged, French maid standing next to her.I might have looked this good before ... when Barbara and myself werestill married, but I really did doubt it. I had forgotten just howconvincing Barbara could make me. Barbara must have spent hours on bothour looks.I mouthed something inane through the. I glanced over at her. “So, Miracle…” I began. “I’m wondering. What do you think about when you’re masturbating Or do you look at porn or something, before” I asked, as causally as possible. This clearly took her by surprise. “I don’t masturbate.” Miracle told me, with a disgusted look on her face. I chuckled. “I saw you earlier. I came, and couldn’t find you. I heard some noises. They led me to your room. And the noises were you, moaning,” I explained. Her face was frozen. Apparently. You had never turned down a hard cock and weren't about to start now. "Okay, but quickly." you answered. "You're incredible!" he panted through a huge grin. He was on his knees and gently pulled you downwards also. He kissed you passionately, pushing his tongue into your mouth and easing you onto your back until he was on top of you. You raised your knees to your sides to help him and reached down to guide him into you. Again you both moaned loudly. The view I was getting couldn't have been.