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34, he soon to be 18. They now screwed regularly and had together worked out how to separate their sex sessions from their day-to-day lives. The basement of their home that housed the laundry equipment had been partitioned to provide a small recreation area with a bed in the centre and screened dressing area where his mum kept her collection of sexy lingerie recently purchased from an Internet sex site. Everything relating to their incestuous relationship was kept in that basement room, so that when they finished their sessions she could dress in day clothes, walk upstairs, shut the door, and return to ordinary life. At the start he fucked her hard up the arse and in the months that followed she’d trained him in his need for rough sex ‘you can hurt me, but you mustn’t