Earlier in the holiday, I found myself in the unbelievable position of being alone with Simon's mother in the villa's swimming pool where she actually...seduced me into making love to her. Actually, it was more like a wham bam, thank you ma'am situation, but what the hell, it was a fantastic experience for a young naive sixteen-year-old.Did I feel guilty about porking my best friend's mother? Yes, I did, for all of about five seconds. I reasoned that Simon would have done the same thing if our. ” There was no way in hell my son would, out of the blue, release me from my anal bondage.“Temporarily.” He said evenly.He had me turn away from him and hike up my skirt. He enjoyed pulling my panties down my thighs. I felt him grip the silicone flange, and I timed my breath to when he told me to strain. He pulled. This new one was a foot long and as thick as my wrist. It took several breaths before it cleared my bung. I sighed.“Stay bent, Mom.”He wasn’t doing this for my sake. Collared, I. None of the giggling young things that were sent to me for their deflowerment had expressed undying love or even hinted at a sense of attachment that would save me from my terrible destination.The time was drawing close for me to conclude the experiment in AD833 and it was beginning to look like the guardians of the gates to paradise had played a cosmic trick on me in giving the semblance of hope.I was scheduled to visit a place on my manor that was reputed to be the site of a major miracle and. Everything stopped when I saw her looking at me. I lowered my eyes and looked at my books. I was sure she had caught me looking at her melons. I was scared of her complaining to my mom. But she just left after her work.That day, for the first time she was my lady in my dream while masturbating. I masturbated about 4 or 5 times that day by thinking of her. That day I decided that I wanted to fuck her. After that day I never missed a chance peeping at her whenever I had the chance.Now she was my.