But can I ask about the spanking?" You can ask me anything. From now on I'm yours as long as you'll have me and I guarantee that we'll have lots of f...n. As far as the spanking goes, I think it evolved from my father's halfhearted attempts at spanking me when I was younger. It never hurt, but it did give me a funny feeling deep down. I didn't understand it back then, but I definitely do now. And no, I'm not attracted to my father." Honestly, I hadn't thought about that last part. I guess. It contains incest between me and my mother and also scat sex, if you don’t like these kinds of sexual acts please don’t read the story. I really never thought I would be sharing this experience of mine but one of my friends convinced me that this is a good idea. I think so too and here it goes.This is about my infatuation with my mother vaishnavi. She is 43 years old but looks younger. She has very fair skin like milk, long thick lush hair and her size is 38d-31-46. She has huge breasts which. .i was 16 and very pretty...i think by then i had had sex with only one person the guy who was my boyfriend at the time and i was very naive...so i agreed to go up to his room with him...he was wearing a speedo and i couldnt' help staring at his package which the more we talked and flirted the bigger and bigger it got....my teenage boyfriend really just had a pretty small cock and i coudln't believe how big the bulge in this guy's speedo was...i was really even wondering if it was real.....so. Good morning, Akakha," said Meiersdottir, just as she had every morning before yesterday's attack. Trying to restore some sense of normality, thought Igwanda; probably a good idea. "Thank you for the water." Why you say?" asked the native unexpectedly. His tone was unreadable; it could have been anything from a challenge to a simple question.Meiersdottir chose to take it as the latter. "It's a greeting, and a telling of gratitude—of our appreciation—for the water you brought. A thing to say to.