"Baby, it is only fair, you removed mommy's clothes at night while sleeping, so mommy thought from now on you are not allowed to wear your pyjamas in ...ed" replied the very horny mother."Oh", replied Binu. It took him a few seconds to register this new information but the hormones of a young teenager took over again and he was back in action, kissing his mother full on the lips; his tongue playing with hers while he explored her body to his heart's content. He once again found the "two navels". Submissive slut. It is what I am … what I do. It has taken some training, some experience, some time. Now, it is who, what I am. I may be a maid, servant, cook, confidant to them. Those roles provide pleasure in serving. The true vessel holding the flame, though, is being a toy with three holes ready to be used at any time, in any way, wherever either or both desires. I am a slut.The thoughts of what and who I am fill my mind in quiet times. Many times of quiet, I will wear special,. I took out my cigarettes and offered oneto my mother flicking the lighter into life I lit it and inhaled the coolmenthol flavour removing it from my lips I stared as the red lip mark onthe filter held my the slim fingers with long red manicured nails holdingit so delicately."Penny for them," my mother asked,"Oh just thinking," I replied,"It's been quite a journey," she continued."You know dear I'm proud of you," she said reaching out and taking myfree hand she gently squeezed it."You have been. That's because when I told her I was cumming, she pulled off and squeezed the base of my cock, and suddenly I couldn't cum. It was painful. Then she blew me some more, and did it again. It took four times before I realized what she was doing."I'm sorry!" I groaned. "I had to give him something or he'd never have given up. He might even have followed me around and caught us." You had to be punished. You promised and you broke your word. Don't do that to me again, Bobby. Besides, we weren't doing.