As I started sweeping the house, I started to reminisce on the events over the past month.I was so silly initially. I was foolishly holding on to my f...rmer sense of self when my son first approached me with his gracious offer to become his sex slave. I thought of myself as a professional woman, proud and accomplished. I thought I was living out a hell on earth during the first couple days of my new life. This all changed on my second night of being my Son’s slave. That night, with the help of. "You obviously enjoyed it because you didn't stop her and… well, you came. So, what’s wrong?” I looked up at him, wishing I’d never told him about Shelby. I shook my head. “Please, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It happened and it’s over. Please, drop it. No more, thank you.” I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. I was now really upset. Why did I let this girl do this to me? ** A few days went by and no more was said about Shelby. And yet I couldn’t get her off my mind. I was. I'll also get us a nice creamy dessert. I'm sure that we can find something interesting, and horny, to do with the cream!"Harry lay on his back and watched as Cindy finished spreading his cum over her pussy. Then he watched some more as her smooth rounded buttocks undulated over to the bathroom. He watched again as she squatted over the toilet pan and peed. He could see her stream because she did not fully sit. Her eyes were on him as she pissed.Harry's eyes drooped as he faded away into a. ‘There won’t be a better time for us to try this Mark. I’m totally relaxed, we’re both slippery from the bath-oil, and you’re obviously powerfully turned-on. So, as I suggested on the telephone, why not try coming in the other way, the back way!’ she explained invitingly. Just of thought of doing it that way sent juddering ripples of excitement through me, and the fact it had been Bethany herself who had suggested it – was making herself so available to me – made them even more powerful. But,.