'Put all your clothes in that basket and return to the spot'. He disposed of the clothes and returned, but was a foot short of where he had been. She ...ut the air with the cane, making him jump, and pointed to the correct spot. His bottom tingled at the thought of that cane and he needed no further prompting. She smiled generously at him.'Don't worry, you're coming along just perfectly, I won't really hurt you- not yet anyway! ... now kneel and face the bed!' He dropped to his knees. Mother. "What are you doing? I asked."I'm not going to waste a perfectly good kiss on a limp dick. Hurry up sweetie, make it hard for me."It took a minute or two for my cock to rise to the occasion and then Camille lowered her head and kissed it. She looked at me and grinned, "Here's a little something to cement the deal" and her tongue licked the slit in the head and then she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock. She didn't just take it in her mouth, she deep-throated me. At that point it took every. Wills!" Stacy said. "I don't suppose you would let me practice my tennis game here? We don't have a court at our house." I don't see why not but you have to call me Chris. There are several cans of unopened Wilson's Tennis balls in the cabinet." I said pointing to the small grey shed that stood next to the tennis court.While I spoke to both mother and daughter my mind was already trying to formulate a plan that would either Stacy or her mother or maybe both into my bed. As it turned out it was. It smelled delicious. I was drooling already."Where did all this come from," I asked."I picked up some groceries on the way home," Jane replied. "I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen. I'll clean up afterwards." I don't mind at all, but I was going to ask you to dinner with me." No, thanks. I have this meal all prepared. There's enough for both of us. Would you like to join me?" There wasn't any way I was going to turn down a home cooked meal. It was pretty simple; spaghetti with marinara.