Which also meant, I had to steal her dirty, worn panties.That my clit took on a feminine, pussyscented musk was hard to ignore, andI wasn't sure how I...felt about it. I was pretty sure Daddy would laughabout it, but I also knew I didn't need his respect to have his affection.That was such a safe feeling.And they did fit well. Which made me notice my mom and I sorta share thesame shape. Short. Thick. Big asses, especially for white people. 'Yougot your ass from her,' the source of faggot. "Mm-mmh" she replied. "We can't have that" I said, grabbing the whip from the closet. "We're going to count to ten, you and I" I said, and started whipping her behind.For each count, I increased the force. At the end her ass was glowing red. Her breathing had intensified.I pulled her gag ball out of her mouth, letting it dangle below her jaw. "You will always ask for permission before you orgasm, understood?" I told her. She nodded. "Yes master, I'm sorry master".I removed her buttplug really. On many occasions he would say things to provoke an argument, or comment that all public workers were lazy, or ridicule my beliefs. I had come to realize, only recently, that he might have some excuse for his bitterness.His mother had put him in an orphanage as a young boy. She claimed that she could no longer provide for him or his sister. During the Great Depression, her husband had died from Tuberculosis. When she had later come to reclaim him, she had married a man who would be nothing but. “No, of course not. I wanna show people that I got the woman I love pregnant,” John replied. Then we kissed again and then I took off my shirt and pants. “I certainly can't tell yet, but it's really early though,” John said. Then I took off my bra and underwear. “But do you actually want a baby with me right now?” I asked. “Well, it caught me off guard, but eventually yes. I love you and you love me. I don't care if we're not prepared, we'll get through his together,” John replied. “Promise?” I.