Me: What mom? Really it is not a problem.Mom: You are my son and I love you, what’s the big deal if the son wants to touch his mom’s boobs. I have...no problem if you want to touch my boobs.Me: Mom can I touch your boobs now if possible.Mom: Yes son go ahead.As Mom said, I went forward and touched her breasts. I was pressing her boobies. I couldn’t believe my luck I was playing with my own mom’s boobies and plus she has no problem with that. I started pressing her boobs harder.Mom: Ohh avi calm. There is one I know that costs about 1500 francs." While she talked I could see she the metal ball in her pierced tongue. I was intrigued. "Is it nearby? We can go have a look." "It's just down the street, but I can have it brought over if you like. That shop isn't really your kind of place." We nodded and she made a call. Several minutes later a young man arrived with a package. He was clad in leather and had multi-colored spiked hair, and was likewise tattooed and pierced in various places.. My father was a big wheel in a software consulting business, so he had plenty of money to indulge my "hobby," as he called it.By the time I was a senior, I had every tool and machine that I needed to build everything up to a machine gun from scratch. I was always careful to stay away from anything that smacked of being illegal, but I did build some interesting specialty guns for myself.My main occupation was with repairing and modifying guns for my father's friends—the type of gun they did not. If Makalea thought the stinging pain couldn’t get any worse she was wrong, oh so wrong, because as the paddle was brought down with a heavy spank time and again so the stinging intensified, and the crying started. Nina watched as Makalea’s large breasts bounced off Nina’s Mums legs as her chest heaved with her sobbing. Nina kept rubbing her very sore bottom but seeing Makalea get spanked so hard aroused her and she knew she would be able to masturbate several times afterwards and give herself.