.”“Two,” Mom said, rolling over my protest, “is the living conditions, here. How are you going to explain you sleeping in the master bedroom w...th four girls every night? Of whom two of the girls’ mothers live in the same house. Hell, I love you as my own son, and I know everything; but I still have to try and not think too hard about it, or I start to freak out.”“Okay,” I said, realizing I wasn’t going to be able to say anything until she was done.“Three, where the hell are you going to put. They were monsters. Her light beige areola forming distended circles around her knobby nipples. They were big and heavy, weighing down, but damn, all I could picture was my dick between them. She didn’t even notice my fascination with her tits; her hand merely brushing my fingers away as I reached out and stroked one of her pudgy nipples.I had her stand in the tub and I washed her up. Working the soap into her pussy; my 3 fingers easily pushing in and out. I shook my head, Charlotte had done. “Sure, if we use our imaginations.”“I can think of a few things.”“Let’s make it through the week first.”“I don’t want this week to end. Do you?”“Yes, I do. Don’t get me wrong. It’s been the best week of my life. But, in some ways, it’s also been the worst.”“Oh? Like what?”“Not now. We’ll talk about it some time in the future if you’re up for it.”“You’re being mysterious.”“I don’t mean to be. There’s just things I can’t tell you right now.”“Bad things?”“Some, yes.”“I hope you get it resolved.” I. " it was no use hiding the marks now, not that I wanted too as I hate hiding and lying, I needed them both to understand. I stood for him to gaze, my bruised tits and striped belly shiny from the cream and him staring at my marks, mouth open. To break the moment I asked, rather matter of factly, "Could you do me a favour, and rub some of this on my back as it`s difficult to reach?" I asked offering him the tube of cream, “a um, well… yeah, sure." I laid on the bed, face down, legs slightly.