His mother gasped in horror and turned her head around, smiling at him, you fucking whore heard himself say, have you seen what you have done to me. H...s mothe got up onto all fours and spoke softly to him. That she had seen the mess this morning and that she was sorry. She told him that he aught to punish her. She opened her legs and pushed her bottom towards him. He could smell her sex, see her cunt lips begging to be slapped. He obliged and spanked his mothe on the cheeks and on her lips. His. I had a twisted feeling in my stomach -- there was something perverse about it. A man was not a dildo strapped to a girl. I was not gay. He pulled me against him and began to twist his body against my breasts, and to my horror I felt my nipples harden in response -- if he touched one of them, would I melt, the way I did when one of the girls fondled me? He did touch one, ever so lightly, and his hand lingered. Then at the same time he pulled my groin into his, and even through our clothing he. Watching any of those old movies always gets Mom's juices flowing. It seems like it gets everybody elses juices flowing too!Mom also loves showing off the dozens of pictures she has of herself adorning the walls of her bedroom. One of her favorites was taken when she was in the third grade. It's a black and white. Her Father snapped the photo as she was posing naked in the shed behind their trailer. Her legs are spread wide and she is squating,a Barbie Doll hangs by it's neck,dangling down. Alfred and I had already filled and moved two large plastic tanks of healing potion to their front door. It could be heated with some Heavy Matter. This was more than ample for full treatment. We all packed into my little car and hit the road.Checking into the gasthaus was quite hilarious. Nobody manned their front desk; there wasn't one. In fact, the place appeared dark and utterly deserted. Eventually I went outside again and managed to find an old granny sunning herself whilst feeding the.