She then returned and poked her head around the door and asked me to follow her upstairs which I did, all the time my heart beating 10 to the dozen.No... let me tell you about my mom. At the time she was 35, 5'ft 11in with a slim build (that's where I eventually got my height from) with a size 14 hip despite giving birth to me, with a 34C bust and shoulder length brunette hair.I know her stats from her panties and bra's which I did like any other boy at my age has done and looked at in her. " was about all I could manage throughmy tears, and even that pathetic attempt at communication broke downinto a full-fledged crying jag. I thought he was going to scream, tocall me names, but all he did was set his glass down, and come over tothe sofa, and sit beside me. He took my glass, and put it on the coffeetable, placed his arm around my shoulder, and began to speak. "Son, Ireally want to talk about this. You see, I sort of know you have beensneaking around, wearing your sister's. Apollo pranced and danced across the stage before stepping down the stairs to get closer to us girls. He went from girl to girl teasing us by opening his toga - lots more tattoos - and letting us admire his codpiece. It was filled enough to be very interesting. He pressed the codpiece between one girl's boobs and she cooperated by pulling up her top and showing her lacy bra. Apollo pulled up the bra and, with both hands, squeezed her boobs around his still-covered cock. She screamed in. She said she wants me to her slave today. My ears started heating up and slowly my whole face was heated and red. She came to me and kissed me so hard. I then started touching her boobs.She pushed me away and said that she didn’t tell me to touch her boobs. I said sorry. She came and said, “Say mistress, bitch.” I again said sorry mistress. She said, “No. you will get punished” She lay on the floor and said me to lie on her laps keeping my butt lifted near her right leg. I knew what is going to.