My mother couldn't leave well enough, alone."You could take your mom into your room and stick your hard-on into her cunt." Mom suggested, not even loo...ing up from the mess of yarn in her hand. "It's about time you took care of your mom. She's in dreadful need. She wouldn't have had to rape your sister if you had been forceful with her. I'm getting too old to keep her and her husband in line."I felt Michael's involuntarily tug on my hair. "Ow!" Don't fool me boy." Mother told him. "You got a. Mmmm…your hands. How I long for them. So rough and strong, you never knew to have pride in them until I purred under your touch as you stroked them down my exposed back, cupping my ass. I cooed my craving into the curve of your neck, letting you know just how much the ascendancy of those hands turn me on. My femme instinct smelled the butch all over you long before you ever used the word to describe yourself. I sensed it burning inside of you, eagerly awaiting a femme like me to show you just. Truthfully I did want him too. I had to have him. I found myself needing him terribly. I needed this man to be a romantic and passionate man and I needed that type of guy on me and in me as well. Hopefully he could be all these things and soon. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to kiss me terribly. Ohhhhhh Marshall, I want you. I want you soooo badly. Come over here, now Marshall, now! With my pants and underwear down, I snuck another peek at the Marshall. He was lying with his back turned. ” I said.“But Daddy, I like mother’s head, I want to look like her.” Genevieve said with a little pout.“Oh, my darling.” Lynn squeezed her questioning daughter. “I am supposed to have a wonderful bunch of red hair on my head, just like yours and Erin Lynn, Martha and Wanda’s, and I wish that I did.”“Genevieve, I think that your mother is really happy that you love her so much that you want to look like her, but she went through so much fear and pain when she was so sick, I don’t think that she.