There are leather cuffs, chains, dildos, but plugs, vibrators, and a plug-in massager. In the corner is a wooden chair with rope on it. I stand behind...you and uncuff your hands. I cup and squeeze your tits and slowing kiss your neck and whisper 'You are my lil FUCKMEAT slut for the rest of the night' You can feel my hardness pressing against your arse. I push you forwards towards the bed, when your legs hit the edge of the bed I shove you forwards onto the bed. You land with some toys. "Just really hot." I said in my own husky whisper. Mum sighed a little and said, "I've seen you peeking on me when Im in the bath... And when I get out.She was tracing a finger over the head of my cock. I could barely believe it. "If you promise not to tell anyone," mum said, suddenly very sternly, like her tone changed completely for a second."I promise." Promise?" Promise."She leaned in for a kiss and that was the first time I got to taste my mum. Our tongues twirled around and meshed. ‘’ …how big are her … her breasts up close?’’ I asked, trembling.‘’they’re fucking huge mate. My jaw is aching.’’ he smiled.‘’lets go back upstairs, I want some.’’ I demanded.‘’are you serious? She’s your mum!’’ he was shocked.We both went back upstairs and I didn’t speak in case my mum heard me. I met the other guy and shook his hand. My mum lay on the bed stark naked…Her body was plump, but her tits looked so soft and precious. They hung over the sides like big bags of pink meat. her legs. There was a jolt of terror that I had run him over and killed him. When I pulled forward and saw him half-naked, running after me in my rearview mirror, there was a wicked pang of disappointment that I had not squashed him flat. I remember almost nothing else about that night. Fleeting bits of driving. White lines and sudden curves. Nearly sliding off the road. My next conscious memory was of waking in a strange place. 5.The literal translation is, “I have the mouth of wood.” J’ai la gueule de.