She opened her mouth wide and put the head of his cock in, past her lips. It stretched her jaw and flattened her tongue. She gagged. She took it out o... her mouth, and stared at the fat head. What was she going to do now? Had she got herself into more than she bargained for? She looked up at him and smiled, feeling sheepish."This isn't going to be as easy as I thought," she said."It's usually too much for most women their first time," Joe said."What does Mom do when she blows you?" She doesn't. While I was lying face down, she quickly handcuffed me behind my back an tied my ankles to the corners of the bed whil telling me I would be getting the hiding of my life. She started with her hand which stung but was pleasurable but then pulled out a thick belt which she lambasted my ass with I was squirming and so she took a strap out of her drawer which went around the small of my back holding me firmly and as I was making noise she put a ball gag on my mouth. I must have got about thirty. " I know, there were extenuating circumstances. I am aware of them. But she didn't trust me -- THAT's what hurts! Whether you like it or not, she owes me for that. And she owes me everything she ever gave to another." She owes you that last, anyway," I pointed out."I won't be able to stay angry at her," Oliver told his daughter, "Not the way I am right now. But while I AM this angry, I can teach her some new habits." Well, all right, Daddy," Beth agreed."Go take care of your man," Oliver told. My mother always said, "It's just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is to fall in love with a poor dumb son-of-a-bitch." And she was right because I gave up my cherry to my 28 year old husband John on our honeymoon the day I turned 18. Funny thing is mom never mentioned how much kinkier rich men were than poor ones as John was more a watcher than a fucker it turned out. Hell, just the idea of me doing it with other cocks made him hard as a rock, and he was kind enough to explain it.