I didn't see this increasing resemblance she spoke of. When I asked "Miss Junior Freud" as I testily called Patricia that evening, to explain why I wa... trying to be as unlike my mother in every other possible way. Patricia responded saying, "You are not trying to be your mother as she was, you're trying to be your mother as you wish she would have turned out. You're still imitating her, but your guide is not concrete reality, it is your imagination of wish fulfillment." I don't believe," she. I let that slide - at least she was doing it. After regularly hearing Karen call me Sir, Claire even joked once, early on, that she’d like to be called ma’am by her mom, too. That definitely got me to thinking. Anyway, I started changing how Karen dressed. I made a few rules such as me picking out her outfits. I never included a bra and panties unless I expected those to be exposed when she bent over. I had her in tight spandex yoga pants for her trips to the gym and I actually made her go,. Then Iheard the first one cum. In my ears, I knew that a girl had broughther boy to the end and he climaxed. The sound must have helped becauseright after that the next boy grunted his orgasm. I knew my turn wasnext. I was a little afraid of it happening. Yes, sucking on the cockwas fun, but getting cum in my mouth, I did not know. I felt the cockin my mouth start to expand just a little more. I felt the head flair,and then it happened spurt after spurt of boy cum entered my mouth. Itwas yucky.. "Jackie...I need to tell you something but I don't know if I can," just as I said that, Mister Laslavic walked in. "Hi Megan," he said as he walked to his desk. "Hi," I said with a smile. "What's that all about?" Jackie looked at me. "Nothing," I looked down. Class began. Laz was talking about demographics, but I couldn't focus on it at all. I sat at my desk and drew circles in my notebook. I was almost afraid to look up at him. "Megan, want to add anything to this?" Laz asked. "Huh? Oh,.