" Tracy is staying with us until Peter gets straightened out."I sighed. "Okay, sure. Listen, Tracy, let me take you up to the bedroom and apologize pr...perly." Don't even," Jan warned, but Tracy giggled, her eyes lighting up. I should have known then; Tracy was my sister. Her eyes never lit up."So Peter is gender confused. How is this my fault?"Jan and Tracy exchanged an odd sureptitious look, then Tracy shrugged- making her breasts bounce, to be sure- "Peter said your penis is bigger than his.. She told me to lay down on my front and began massaging my ass. Nobody had hardly even touched my ass before and now it was getting a real going-over. I was quickly discovering how erotic it is to have someone touch my backside. I lifted my ass up off the bed slightly, because my cock was getting hard again. She took it as a sign I wanted more. I hadn't thought about it, but immediately discovered that I liked it when she brushed her fingertips along my crack and grazed my asshole gently.. She was smiling at him and he was not far short of smirking back at her; his body language telling me - and his friends I suppose - that he was going to score this evening.Emma amazed me; mind, she always did in that little black number. What is it about little black dresses that make a woman look so sexy? What's the line "Sex on Legs?" Well that's what Emma looked like that evening. Bugger she never looked that sexy when we went out together; but then, she knew that probably I would've got. Mom reached up to slap me, but she felt hands moving up her ankles to remove her sneakers and looked down to see Val working on her feet.“This ... you ... shouldn’t ... we ... can’t ... it’s ... wrong,” Mom stammered, while Val and I snickered.“It’s not wrong, Mom. You don’t want to resist. You don’t want to be a bad mother anymore. Prudes are bad mommies. You don’t want to be a prude, do you? Bad mommies cut their son’s cocks by circumcision to stop them from jerking off. You want to be a good.