Our relationship had changed two years ago when my wife had been involved in a terrible accident and died as a result, Jane had moved out of the flat ...he was sharing and shifted back into her old room. She had told me her flat mates were getting over the top and she wanted some space again. “It's not like I have to train you, Mom did a good job, you can even work the washing machine, we will be great together, I can even pay board”, she had joked. I was sure she missed her. "Dawn, what's wrong? You're worrying me." I heard her asking."What the fuck happened? Baby, I can't even begin to tell you. That was out of this world. Do me a favour and pass me a drink, please." She reached for my glass, "No the bottle, love. I seriously need a drink."I gulped nearly half a bottle. Stupid really. It frothed and was coming out my nose. I coughed and choked for a bit until it passed. "Shit! I feel good." I managed, and then I was laughing. Soon, we were both giggling like. I didn’t have long to wait. I heard the swish before I felt the sting as you laid swat after swat on my ass and thighs, not hard you understand but stinging and when you changed direction, aiming upwards between my legs to my sopping pussy I squealed loudly around my cock gag and looked pleadingly at you to stop. You do stop, but begin your games with the glass cocks again, pulling them almost all the way out and then ramming them back home. I am wetter than ever and you comment on it laughing. Slow... if she objects...stop" mum had given me the go...I started to slowly withdraw my cock until just the head was between Vicky’s lips. My cock was streaked with signs of blood. I slowly started to push it back in. Vicky renewed her moans of pain, biting her lower lip. A pang of regret had me momentarily wondering if I should withdraw but I had gone this far and did not want to show signs of weakness… especially, with my sister resuming her liking for using guttural language at her friend..