She stepped over the threshold with slave girl collar one shoe on and one shoe off and fell flat on her face. Maybe it was the alcohol she had consumed, the bump on the head, or a combination of both; but she could not stand. In fact, she just wanted to flop out on the floor. If it would have been today, I would call 911 but we had not even imagined the concept of 911. I could have called a neighbor, but I knew mother would have objected to their involvement. Instead, I dragged her on a throw-rug through the kitchen, into the hall, and into her bedroom. There I struggled to get her partway on the bed. I was about to leave her that way when she said, “Well take my dammed cloths off.” So, I stared with the obvious, her skirt. Once it was removed, I began working on her thigh high tan nylon stockings held up by a garter belt. Now below the waist she had on only a pair of white panties. I began unbuttoning her blouse when she asked, “What’s takin’ yah so long?” I tried to hurry and popped a button off. There she was, half on the bed, on her back, only in her bra and panties and she shouted, “Get me out of this dammed bra.” I tugged on it and it would not come up over her ample breasts. I remembered that Ella’s bras hooked in the back, so I struggled trying to turn mother over. She suddenly rolled over, causing me to lose my balance and fall on her. She shouted, “Not now, you fucker!” I stood and looked down at her with her face down on the bed and her knees on collar the floor. She was shouting at me like she always shouted at my father. I felt like walking away and leaving her there, but I reached down and with a flick of my finger released the hook in her bra. She turned her head and shouted, “It’s about time, now my pants. You lazy bum!” Not too gently I hooked my fingers in her panties and yanked them down. It was then I noted a large discharge stain in her panties and an unpleasant unfamiliar odor. I looked at her backside and realized I could see her pussy with gobs of something caked in the hair around it. I felt embarrassed looking at her private area. But before I could think of anything else, she shouted, “If you’re gonna fuck me then fuck me, otherwise cover me up.” I covered her with the winter quilt and went to the kitchen where I got a glass of milk. Sitting at the table I sipped my milk and thought arm bondage posture collar about spiked collar what had just happened. I was sure that mother had thought she was talking to her husband. I did not want to go to bed with my mother, but I had to. I woke at my usual time. Mother bondage collar had not changed positions. She still had her knees on the floor, I ate my usual breakfast, did the usual household chores. Mother did not wake until just before noon. She came to the kitchen in her wrap around robe. She said nothing until she had brewed some coffee and taken a sip. Then she asked, “Did you put me to bed?” “I did,” I said. “I’m sorry you had to,” she said. After two more sips of coffee she asked, “You undressed me?” “Yes,” I responded. Mother sipped some more coffee and said, “If I ever again come home like that, don’t do anything for me. Don’t undress me, don’t put me to bed, nothing.” I gave no answer, so she asked, “Okay?” I agreed with, “Okay.” Two weeks later she made it all the way to the bedroom, waking me when she fell half on the bed. Then she said she does keep everything but just edits it to the cum shots. I was a bit surprised about it because I expected me and Kate to win this easily. Bell is fully dressed now and has put on a black windcheater and a purple beanie and a black backpack. When I reached the kitchen there were still plenty of Frank wondered where exactly she was going with this, but he had a vague idea. Stealing all the towels may not have been the best idea for your safety.” This time, her work was flawless, and the anthem of curiosity filled the room. She rolled her chair over to me and asked if I like what I was seeing. I thought about it for a minute before I finally gave in to my daughter and her friend pleading and giving me puppy bondage collar dog eyes. When the mother and daughter couple already going into the washroom, I take a seat on the stairs and are waiting for mother and daughter. "Let me show you this time, Harry," Kira had said as we left the building after being introduced to various people who were part of the facility where I had been brought back to life, "The world in which we both now live." There was nothing there about being the mother of my child or anything. The room she was in was dim, but little light shone in arm bondage posture collar through the other side of the hole. They were so big and black. Harriet stepped back into the middle of the circle and pressed the proper key. “Diamond.” I answered. It was when I was fucking her for seconds, fucking then waiting for an hour then fucking her wet cunt again. I slowly worked another finger into Gem and had spiked collar decided I wanted to fist her pussy. Trixie wasn’t oblivious to the attentions that she was getting, but she did rise above it and put it in its place so that she and I could enjoy our meal, while everyone else was trying to figure out if she was my daughter or something else. The chain around his torso unwrapped. I did slave girl collar what she asked and put the phone in the cupholder, thinking to myself how painfully obvious it was, what Nicole was trying to do. “Keep going.” My sister finished her second cooler and grabbed another then continued to tell how she had fucked three more guys. And she knew that Will the previous owner of the Mansion had eventually fallen in love with Mandy and pretty much given all of the other girls up for her. I don’t really dance or drink, but it’s actually really interesting to see your friends and classmates in this situation, then see them in class again. I hopped onto the bed, staring at the faerie spread out on top of me, both our legs parted. “Maybe I will,” I said and sauntered over to her. “Kat, I just have to ask collar you, was mommy your first?” ”