Second, I grew up fast.I have a pretty good memory. I'm not stupid! My earliest memories are of having my own room and a small, single bed where I spe...t much of my time. If Mother didn't see me, she couldn't hit me. So my training to become, and to remain, invisible started at an early age.So, too, did my training to become a thief. After Mother and whatever man was currently my new 'Uncle' finished making strange noises at night, I knew it would be safe to make a food run to the kitchen while. Hearing that, I reached over and put my hand on his leg, got in close and asked him sweetly if he would please "show me what you've got for me". He laughed, a little embarrassed, as I did, too. Then he stood up, pulled down his pants and dropped them to the floor, standing there in only his boxers with a huge bulge in them, straining against the material of his drawers. As if in a trance, I reached out with trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest, and pulled down the waistband of his. I guess I forgot about you asking me not to come home early."Gerald's voice was harsh and plaintive. "Mom, this was the third time! How can you keep 'forgetting'?" He stressed the last word to show his disbelief."You can't expect to keep track of all your sexual dalliances, young man. I mean, who was this girl, anyway? Have I even met her, or is she just some floozy you picked up on the way home from college?" Madeline's eyes had drifted down to Gerald's crotch, where his erect cock was poking. I had just developed breasts of my own, and I secretly loved the touches, even though I blushed and pushed the old mans hands away, I was flushed and hot in my face with the heat of wanting more of those dirty touches. Everyone was getting stirred up, there was a sexual charge in the air. My own small tits felt heavier and softer, and my nipples were standing alert. Suddenly, from across the bar, Mama Izzy whipped out her fat head sized left tit and squeezed it. I was amazed at what I saw! A.