She laughed and told mom to remove my boxers with her mouth. Mom looked at me. She slowly came near me and bent down on her knees. I stood up.Mom came...and bite on the tip of my boxers and moved her face down. I could feel my dick sliding on mom’s face. I was so hard. I slapped on mom’s face with my dick. She planted a small kiss on my cock and went back. I was naked now. Mom had her petticoat on. Ravi and Neenu were in their underwears.Now, mom spun the bottle and it pointed at me.Mom: You are. You know how he is supposed to act. Alisa will wantto know what happened. Tell her the story we discussed and then tell her'Mikie is being prepped for surgery and she'll be fine.' Hug herstrongly like you are the man and she is your wife and allay her fears.You know. Try and use a little deeper voice than usual." Like this?" Mikie said trying to sound like her dad."Try that again." It took a few tries before Mikie sounded like Jack.Mikie was a little scared when she saw Alisa. But when. I groaned, the tickling rising up to my urethra, sensing that point of no return…“Dude, what the fuck?!”The outrage came straight on the heels of Mandy stumbling in, standing there and staring after that sudden shriek. I’d heard it all too late, lost in my own shameful lust.She slammed the door behind her. “Jesus Christ, look you stupid shit. You can latch the fucking door and no one will no when you need to… fuck you were watching us! You fucking perv who are you looking at while you touch. I told her I was glad she liked the story and thanked her for reading it. She said she was going to read more of them which made me feel good. I always like it when someone enjoys my stories and especially if they are a repeat reader.The next day, I got another email from Hannah. She had some questions about D/s which I was happy to answer. The first one, and one I have gotten quite a lot, is "How do I know if I am really a submissive or not?" she asked. This is a pretty common question and I.