.i have to stop" i said in an innocent manner.Without any other words being exchanged, my mother suddenly stopped pleasing herself. Oh god no, please ...on't leave, I regret having said anything! I thought to myself. Instead of moving away, she kneeled down onto the carpet infront of me. My penis was as erect as it could be, i was pulling the foreskin back to show my mother how hot and confident I am for her. My mother then signaled me with her index finger to come closer as if she wanted to. It was a hard work. The fabric was tightly held between her breasts and legs. I pulled more until the hem appeared. It was hanging over her knees. The rest of the fabric was still covering her boobs curving outwards and upwards towards her neck. I was slowly pulling it up until the lower part of her breasts became visible, while Molly was sitting motionless with her head bent down looking at her bust. I pulled the T-shirt more to reveal more of her naked skin. Then I rolled the shirt up to her. "I've got somewhere I can take you."He knew that he was beginning to weaken. The heat of her sweet breath on his cheek was an aphrodisiac. Already, he was uncomfortable below stairs. And her limpid eyes were intoxicating, holding him, and imprisoning him.He started to rationalise, to clear a way through his morals. Linda had indulged herself, hadn't she? That was what the whole crisis had been about. So. Didn't she owe him this? Didn't he need, in some way, to balance out her sin? Wouldn't this. But no Beth.I was annoyed now. No fire, no refreshments. I sat at the kitchen table and waited. And waited. The rain pattered down on the pantiled roof, slowly easing off. Eventually, the key turned in the kitchen back door. Like all slaves, Beth is forbidden to use the main, front door.Beth pushed open the door and walked in. She looked startled to see me sitting there.?Sorry I'm late. I was waiting for the rain to stop,? she said. She had a little spray of flowers behind one ear and was.