Only this time it wasn’t her milk I was after. I wanted to feel her hard and ripened nipples’ arousal. I wanted her to feel pleasure when her nipp...es disappeared in her son’s mouth. Her soft moans began. Her hand lay on my head and her fingers touched my hair. Her little boy was little no longer. I was a grown man partaking in the forbidden delicious flesh that lay before me, that of my magnificent mother.My tongue knew where it was heading and couldn’t wait to get there. Stopping briefly at. ?I’m a shitty sewer,? Miss Westlake said finally, straightening up and looking critically between Christine’s legs. ?But I think that will do for now.? She went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and returned with a small bottle of Betadine. ?You’re gonna stay like this for a while, I’m afraid,? she said, putting Betadine to the stitches. ?If I see it torn, you’re gonna lose BOTH your clit and your nipples, do you understand???Yes, Mistress.??It shouldn’t obstruct your period blood. If it will,. Those words took Sally’s breath away. The thought was too horrible to even consider as serious.After a few moments, she again called out ?Very funny. Now come on and uncuff me.? He didn’t answer. After some time she called again ?Come on, this isn’t funny. Let me go.? Again she got no answer.He had left the door open and she heard him say ?Remember that goofy girl who lives across the hall from me. Yea, her. Well, when I got back, you’ll never guess what I found. . . No. . . . I just sat back on my heels and took him in again, a hairy sturdy body like no fifteen year old should have and a face just crying innocence and strength. Only a tight pair of pure white boxer-briefs cover the now tightening mound of meat growing down one thigh. It only made sense he would have the raging cock and full balls of a man too. That equipment in the hands of a constantly horny younger teen that replenishes sperm constantly… I couldnt hold back anymore, and by the looks, neither could.