His pulse raced as she opened the door. She was wearing one of the tops that she was famous for and he could already feel an erection growing."No he i... out with his father... They went fishing all day today." she said. She pouted a little, betraying her frustration with being left alone on a day that should have been all about her."But it is mother's day?!" he said. He attempted to pack his voice with as much shock and dismay as he could."Well at least someone remembers!" She said with a huff.. .to be a good slavegirl for me..." I bite into Megan's neck, teeth marks showing...as my hand returns to her hot cunt...her pussy rubbing harder now...then...*whack*...again...again...again...up under her legs she feels the lashes...jolting her entire pussy up into the air...it seems...as my strokes are brutal...meant to hurt...and cause tears and pain now... "Is my pussy wet, a bit...slave?", feeling the heat rising into her nipples...her face flushed with some degree of desire...then...as she. She rocked back andforth. She smelt so good. And I put my hand on her other breast, and shelet me feel it, even the eraser. Then she laid me down on the bed andgot a towel to put under me and removed my wet thing. I rubbed my eyesand pretended to eat some candy off my thumb while she did all thechanging stuff. She didn't put a new diaper on me though; after thepowder she picked me up and carried me to the kitchen. She sat me down on the counter top and gave me some juice - yeah, in asippy cup,. She was a fun-loving person (who isn’t) with a definite unpredictable wild side, yet she had this tone of voice where you knew she was dead serious. Anyways, we were just climbing into her Explorer after the traditional…meal…for my birthday. You see, after a few years of college, I became a habitual late-nighter, frequently being awake at three, four, even five AM, and after a while I gained the appetite to go with. I enjoyed going out to eat (whenever I could find a place open) at those.