We were a mother, a son, a bitch, a cock, a lady, all wrapped around a cloak of loving desire and fantastic sexual possibilities."No more talk mom. Ti...e to make it happen!"I pushed her gently onto the bed with a smile and said, "Baby get ready for some hard 18 year old cock."She looked like a little girl lying there on her back as she looked up into my eyes. I reached down and flipped her over on her stomach like a rag doll for my taking.With a little girlish giggle she said, "Oh my, you want. "Something's come up. C'mon, hurry up, we don't have time," he said ashe started to leave.Tyler caught sight of himself in his bedroom mirror and winced at thehorrible mess his makeup was in again. He started to realize that ifhe was going to keep doing this all week he'd need to develop anevening routine to get ready for bed."Wait, my makeup," he said to his father's retreating form. "I need toget it fixed up."Ian paused and groaned slightly. "Misty, I'm really not in the moodfor your vanity. She also had exquisite shoulders and a lovely neck line and a truly very, very pretty face. Her breasts were also very young, very tight and very pointy. Each of this girl’s breasts had a large areola section with very dark nipples that each, when erect, stood out a good three quarters of an inch. Her stomach was also very firm and flat and lead down to a beautifully shaved vagina.Stephen always got a real thrill when watching this girl roll from her front to her back then spread her legs to. Maybe later. Make them bright red, to match your lips."Her fingers worked their way down, adjusting more than most people'simplants covered. Fingernails and toenails, check, bright red. Handshading was a surprise. Navel liner? Ab blush? Who comes up withthis stuff?Finally, her fingers drifted down to my hairless cleft."And the last touch is just a touch of cunnie liner." No way!" I attempted to ignore the sensation, as her finger circledmy opening. "I am NOT going to put anything red down.