Well, if I'm honest, that was when I saw it, but now, all this pride has been replaced by something more sinister and dark, I want to feel it inside m....I know it is not natural for a mother to covet her son's sexual organ, but the other morning I woke up and immediately remembered dreaming about us having sex, and you know what, I felt no shame, in fact it was the exact opposite, I wanted to relive my dream, and have full intercourse with him, my only problem is, I would be breaking the law, as. Perhaps he can read my mind – great minds think alike, right? – because he scoops under the back of my head, pick me up and pushes my lips against Molly and Peter. My lips make contact with clit and cock, instinctually, I lick. He begins to fuck me faster, watching as Peter and Molly grind themselves on my tongue. I can tell Peter is getting close, his panting gets harder and his thrusts get more erratic. Molly shakes, screams, OHHHHH FUCK, and she cums, which results in Peter losing his load.. ... fuck I don't even know his fucking name. Damn I can be such a fucking slut. He tells me thank you and sits in the chair across from the bed." Take your fucking clothes of bitch." comes out of his mouth. Did I hear this muthafucka right. "BITCH COME OUTTA YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES!" he commands. I was shaken at this point but yet turned on. What woman doesn't like a man to be the boss sometime. He took it to a whole new level. I started stripping out of my dress and let it cascade to the floor.. What would you like to drink asked Sir Michael. I'd love a G&T, please Sir Michael Replied Stella. Dawn laughed and said You can drop all the Sir Michael and Mrs Effingham stuff. As he told you yesterday call him Mike, And please I can't remember the last time you called me anything but Dawn. That seemed to break the ice. Stella had a wonderful evening. Chatting with the Effinghams about this and that. As the even was coming to an end the subject got round to What was the worst caning you'd got.