Tell me that wasn’t a bad thing.”“That wasn’t a bad thing.”“You know what I mean,” I wrote, maybe a little angry. “My son. Blow job. R...ally?”“Well, like I think I’ve told you before, I wish I’d had sex with my mom. That she’d given me a blow job. Let me fuck her.”“You’ve told me,” I wrote, “but you haven’t really told me. You want to have had sex with your mother. What would you have actually done?”“Well, let’s see. I would have walked up behind her while she was doing the dishes, and dad was. I wandered through to see if Jules had fallen asleep on the sofa after her boozy evening. They were her noises, guttural and deep. I pushed open the door and there they were, Jules sprawled on the sofa, legs wide apart, skirt round her waist, her firm luscious breasts out of their usual quarter cup bra, and her nipples hugely swollen and aroused. Another woman was between her legs, and obviously using a half bottle of champagne to fuck Jules's soaking pussy. Her tongue was busy too. No wonder. ” I plead. “Look into the camera and Say your full name and your address.” She says, calmly. She feels her power. I obey and I feel humiliated and broken. And then Jenna says, “now get ready for our walk.” Our walk? I crawl on my knees through the house as Jenna leads me by my balls. She stomps angrily, I know I fucked up. She gets dressed and forces me out of the house. I crawl down the stairs and onto the driveway. She tugs hard on the leash and I try desperately to keep up. Across the street. I can’t help but loose myself in her eyes. I’m in a trance when she finally says, “ would you like something to drink?”Uh sure water is fine. I reply I look around the kitchen; wow they really cleaned the kitchen up, since I was last in hereWhat do you mean? Asking worryinglyIts not really anything bad it was just outdated.Well let’s continue the tour putting her hand in mine. We walk the main floor and talk; we get to the stairs for the bedrooms As you know those are just the bedrooms, lets.