She hissed the word ‘son’ covetously, and her crawling gait devolved into the stalking shifts of a predator. Her hips rolled behind her, the globes of her ass protruding vulgarly, accentuated by the languorous arch of her back. “Get away from me, you crazy bitch!” I screamed. “Why would you say such things to your mother, Danny-boy?” Lucy chuckled, strutting to me as she lead her pet, “She only wants to love you.” “Please Lucy, I’ll do anything you want!” “I know you will.” Lucy’s grin curved wickedly. She stopped on my right side, and guided Mom by the leash until she knelt between my legs. “Mom, you don’t have to do this!” I said again, my breath shuddering, “I know you made mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you’re lost.” “I’m sorry, Daniel, but I’m already gone.” Mom said, lowering her head to my crotch. “I forgive you!” I yelled, “The drugs, the rehab, the neglect; everything! It wasn’t your fault!” Mom stopped, looking uncertain. I could feel her breath against my sack, her lips barely an cute inch away. “It wasn’t you, Mom.” I said, grasping desperately for the moment she’d lent me, “It was Lucy. She made you do everything.” “No, I chose this.” Mom said, though she seemed to be trying to convince herself. “Did you ever have a choice?” I said, clinging on to this glint of doubt for dear life. Mom eased herself back onto her haunches, bewilderment playing across her face. “I don’t know.” She muttered. She looked up at Lucy, her blue eyes narrowing, “Did I?” “I always gave you a choice.” Lucy said, her golden eyes unwavering. “She’s a liar, Mom.” I insisted, “She’ll say anything to get her way. She didn’t free you; she enslaved you when you were most vulnerable.” Mom cocked her head, considering it. The lust she displayed filtered away from indian her, and when it was gone, I saw Mom as I remembered her. This was the woman who’d made me breakfast, who’d driven me to school, who had pizza-rolls ready in the oven when I came off booms the bus. This was my mother. Lucy drew her eyes to me, and I narrowed mine at her. She winked, then dropped the leash. “If you feel like I’ve somehow tricked you, then I’m afraid I can’t accept you, Becky.” Lucy said, undoing Mom’s collar, “It is your choice, after all.” Mom touched Lucy’s hand before she could remove the collar. “Don’t.” “Mom…” I said warningly, my heartrate rising, “You don’t need her.” “It’s your choice.” Lucy smiled down at my mom. “You’re not who she says you are!” I yelled, my tone pleading. “You are who you are, Becky.” Lucy let go of the collar, “No one can change that, not even me.” Mom looked at me, the conflict raging behind her blue eyes. “What’s up?” Olivia asked him. I did not want any controversy in having a friendly face sitting at my table and to start being friendly with me after being hostile for a lifetime. I felt her nipple begin to harden again, but I did not see her smile or her wink. Even Kora, trained in the sexual arts, didn't know all the secrets of Saphique. She risked much to help us. She hoped Ben would be kind enough to let her cum during their encounter. Freud believed that mental health was determined by the ‘ego’s’ ability cute to keep both of them happy while never letting either one of them have too much influence.” She had such talent. “See that clear stuff leaking out?” She nodded. "It seems a shame to spend your hard-earned money on something and not enjoy it. She scratched and twisted and attempted to scream but the cord was just too tight around booms her throat. I was not too worried but did want to avoid indian a problem. “Yes, vato,” groaned Teo. George ended up with his cock deep in my vaginal canal. Dakota put her arms around my neck bringing me down to her. “Sweet,” Tom said as he watched me get in. Blake nodded like he understood, but it would be the first of many times he expressed his face in such a way that he didn't want to wait. But, if I could … of course, I would want that. “Thanks Emily, I knew that you wouldn’t mind.” Tom said, “I thought that you might like some more spreadies taking now that you’ve got a decent tan, and I’m hoping that these 3 girls will have some taken of them.” I tapped my lips. Her mind was swirling and she was having trouble with reality. She simply watches her wife squirm and pant for breath, whispering soft words of comfort and lust. “How is he going to cane them with them like that?” I thought. He admired her slender tattooed ankle and petite feet, as she stood tall in her seven in clear Lucite platforms. I’ll need your help with everything until I get the hang of it, but it’s definitely easy-ish money,” I said rubbing my slightly sore jaw.