.." Honey, every time we are there your mother wants to show you something and you disappear together for an hour or more. Add the fact that her bedro...m isn't soundproof. But don't worry, I think it's beautiful that you fulfill your mother's needs and that she doesn't have, at her age, to search for outside lovers.Anyway, Jenny wanted to have my opinion on incest, saying that she wanted to fuck Roger, and — prepare yourself now — she was also thinking of fucking you. I said that fucking Roger. Georgina, and now you, are also our loves, but newer and interestingly different. You can try this position whenever you feel you are ready for it, my dear."Judith gazed at him adoringly. "I would love that, George, but not at this moment. Marina may not be finished with you, and I should get a shower. Can I take it that I live here now?"George happily patted the breast he had been fondling. "You certainly do, Judith. This house is now your house too, not just our house. However, you are still. My penis got stiff. (I was still too youngto know what that signified.) I looked down at them; I ran my hands overthem, loving how soft and smooth they were. I touched the lace edgingwith my fingers. I was a boy wearing a pretty pair of pink, lace-trimmedpanties.I must have kept them on for an hour or more. First I just stared at them;then I went and looked at myself in the mirror--my pale, skinny boy's bodywith the pink panties on. On an impulse, I squeezed up against my reflec-tion in. He made sure she was aware that her vulnerable body was slowly being exposed to his hungry eyes and hands and mouth. And that she could do nothing.He dangled the thin white straps over her terrified face, listening to the song of her sobbing.It was symbolic, the minutiae mangling of the dress she wore once for her birthday. “You cannot hide your pretty body anymore little Vee! The more I cut away, the more naked you will be!” He was full of glee, a giddy headed schoolboy unwrapping his.