<div class="floatleft">(http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv86/baybarbie8/audrey_bitoni_005.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Janice Redwood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redwood Residence, Resort<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><em>Dakota</em>(Rave)<br/><br/>Janice's eyes shot open in mock-disbelief.<strong>"Now is that any way to talk to your mommy, Dakota?"</strong>She batted her eyes and smiled, pretending to be innocent like a stereotypical mother should be.  Unlike a typical mother, the woman slid down along with her son's pants to reveal his throbbing manhood.  She gasped at the sight of his raging hard-on.  Clearly he was more frustrated with that car ride than she.  The woman leaned forward, just about to take Dakota to the hilt when he unceremoniously pulled away and stepped to the hot water jets.<br/><br/>The woman frowned.  She knew he did this on purpose.  The boy had lots of practice teasing and denying his mother what she wanted most and he used it against her time and again.  But it wasn't as if she ever stopped him.  Next to his father, Dakota was her Master and could do with her as he wished.  That's how their family worked.  Knowing her son had her so enthralled send shivers up her spine.  She thought of all the nights when James was otherwise preoccupied and Dakota ordered her into his bed and beneath the covers.  Janice smiled and started to strip dutifully.<br/><br/>It was so very freeing to be rid of the confining garments.  Piece by piece, the girl dropped her shirt, bra, jeans, and panties on the floor.  She slipped her heels back on as she'd been commanded and stepped into the shower alongside her boy.  The mother was just a little saddened that he would take matters into his own hands in her brief absence; especially when she was so nearby.<strong>"You need to stop that, Dakota. You'll go blind if you play with it too much."</strong>She knelt as she spoke and soon found herself face-to-phallus with her son.  Wasting no time, Janice put her hands on the glass at either side of Dakota and sucked his cock head in.  She stared up at him as the water matted her hair to her head.  The woman's tongue expertly swirled around his pulsing tip, teasing him right back for the long day he'd put her through.