I felt ashamed of myself .. I think that I’m good mom.. But now I came to know that I’m just a sex doll to my son.I felt that I have to stop my so... from this bad attitude. So I kept my bras and panties as it is and went to my room. Tears felt down from my eyes. I failed to be a good mom. That feeling felt like being hit by a hammer in head.I was too worried. I prepared dinner. My son came home. I didn’t say anything just asked him to come for dinner. He asked the usual kiss in forehead. I also. We always tried to get each off while we chatted and that was fun. During several conversations with Angel, she would tell me about how her boy friend would tie her up, spank her and how they “played” Master” and “sub” games. She told me she really enjoyed doing that. Her boy friend had been coming home every Sunday and going back to Montreal every Tuesday. When he would leave, she would get online and we would chat. During this one week, she kept mentioning the she didn’t have anything. There was a stream babbling gently through the woods, and beside it a downed tree that was propped up by another tree, so that it was parallel to the ground, about waist high. She jogged over to the tree, stopped and turned toward me. Without saying a word, she took off her crop top and sports bra, and my eyes fairly popped at the perky B cups and round, pink nipples. I swear they looked like raspberries, and as I approached I looked her in the eye, to see if she would kiss me; she immediately. Mostly due to her age but also he felt her nose too large. She clearly didn’t measure up to the beauties he was accustomed to.His remedy was to have one of the girls jump up on the desk and squat over Lisa’s face. Problem solved as Lisa found herself less than an inch away from this girl’s bare pussy.The girl spoke in broken English, “Eat me.” When Lisa hesitated, she felt her right nipple being twisted painfully. “Eat me!”Lisa slowly stuck her tongue up and into the cleft of this woman’s.