I slowly slid it in and out and began to build up rhythm and speed. She continued to moan as I increased my pace. She pulled against her handcuffs as ...leasurable lust flowed through her body. Her moans of ecstasy permeated through the gag in her mouth.The unmistakable sound of metal on metal as the handcuffs encountered the iron bars filled the room and it continued for quite some time.It seemed time to finish her off. I removed the handcuffs, took out the ball gag."Take off your gloves and. And don't be ashamed either. You just love momma the way you need to." That's when her sphincter muscles released their hold on me.I moved my torso back to its upright position; mom braced herself on her elbows as I slowly began to saw my erection in and out of her greasy butthole. With each plunge of my cock my mother would clench and unclench her constricting pucker, stimulating the cutaneous nerves along my shaft. Gradually, I built up speed and intensity, thrusting rhythmically in and out. A real bitch is only there to give her mate a place to shove his dick and deposit his load and should not be concerned about her own comfort. I was ready and willing to be Spirit’s bitch and anxious to be impaled by his giant cock. My pussy, all wet from his tongue and my juices, was ready, so I got down and assumed the position. I now know firsthand why it is called “doggie” and I love it. I feel so dominated and subdued when in this position. I patted my butt and called him to me. He. ”“You noticed?”“I take it you’ve thought about it.”“I have,” I replied. “It’s funny, because I get time away, but time away won’t cure this issue.”“You just need to get your head on straight about it. Find someplace you want to go and disappear for a few weeks. Spend it eating, drinking, thinking, relaxing, and fucking! And maybe not in that order!”“And you’ll just happen to take your vacation at the same time?” I chuckled.“No. When I say get away, I mean get away. If it weren’t for your rules,.