" How does a horny lad your age cope?!, surely you would like to have a fuck?" I could not believe what she was saying, I felt a tingle in my cock, I ...rayed for it not to harden but the more I thought about it the harder it got until all 8 inches forced its way through the soapy water."Am I making you hard baby?" my mom asked followed by "Would you like your mommy to stroke it, to see what it feels like?" I tried to resist but I couldn't, I just nodded my head.She reached down into the bath and. "It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive." Then her face lost all expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, "But like any other drug, there are side effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that. Instead he only closed his fingers around the full, ripe mound of her breast and then skillfully manipulated the nakedly sensitive flesh, bringing out the desire effect in her like a musician tuning up his instrument. Her arm shot up to push his hand away, but she caught herself in mid-stride. That certain something strange inside her again had grown suddenly more powerful and commanding, and whatever it was told her forcefully to leave his fingers where they were.Feeling the weird sensations. "Remember to keep your eyes closed little playtoy. It is more enjoyable if you do not see what is coming next. Now, raise your arms and place your hands behind your neck." I leaned in and kissed her mouth hard, touching her tongue with mine, sucking it into my mouth. She eagerly returned the kiss, her mouth as wet as her pussy.When she was set, I took a thin rope and tied it around her wrists. I ran it down, snuggly thru her ass cheeks, and back up the other side between her tits, draping it.