It wasn’t like he was a kid, he was eighteen.His mother loved lingerie and had so many different outfits. Some were more like costumes but most of ...hem were very short and very sheer. Peter would often strip and smell his mother’s used panties from the laundry basket.His mother had the nicest pussy scent that he ever had the pleasure to smell. He would sit on her bed and watch porn and jerk off. He would wrap her clean underwear in his hand around his dick and sometimes suck on her dirty. " Lisa said smiling as she put her arms around my neck andhugged me."Ok here you go." Lisa's mom said she came back into the room and placeda bowl of food and another of water down next to me. Giving me and herdaughter an odd look she asked. "What happened?" What do you mean mommy?" Lisa asked innocently back as she had one armaround me and I licked her face."I don't know. It's just you two look like long lost friends that foundeach other." She shook her head, that's ridiculous her daughter is. "Slut, after you have worked out, I have some instructions for you that I will expect you to follow to the letter. If you do not, I will find out, and the punishment for that disobedience will be so severe, you will wish you were dead," I threatened. She glumly nodded her head. "I want you to choose a locker that is located in the center of the locker room. Once you are done with your shower, you are to proceed to your locker, dress and then you will take this plug and shove it up your ass. The license plate was expired."Get a horse." I muttered, thinking of my gray steed Blitzkrieg. Well, I'd only be here a few hours. Traffic ranged from sparse to gridlocked. Using Baby Huey in the shuttle Messenger of the Gods to route around the congested intersections, it took only three hours to travel from the insertion point to Apacheland. There were many abandoned and stripped automobiles lining the potholed highway. A horse would have been nicer and not really that much slower."Are we.