It was a weird sensation." What kind of underwear were you wearing?" He asked."Just my boxers." I said."Well there you go." He said. "You need more su...port. A jockstrap would be best -briefs at least." Tighty-whiteys? I haven't worn those since I was ten years old." I said."You want me to get you some? I can pick them up after work tomorrow." Sure, thanks." I said. There was nothing unusual about his offer. In the five years since mom left us dad did all the shopping and I did the cooking and. .aaahhhhhaaaahhhhHe inserted his fingers and started finger-fucking me…i was moaning with pleasure…I: eat it darling…i am your slut now…make me feel like one…ohhhhhh myyyy ggoooodddddAnd he dug his tongue deep inside and made me come again…this time he drank all the cum and kissed me to share it with me..then i took his prick in my mouth and started giving him a blowjob…i loved those balls of his…and i sucked him dry till he came into my mouth.. i drank all his cum till the last drop..He was. I was in a perfect position to be one of them. Could've been. Wasn't.When Mom started going off the tracks at the end, I was scared. Angry. Could've easily slipped into drugs and sex. It's not like living with Mom didn't give me plenty of opportunity. Mom really didn't act like she cared and there were plenty of men who would've been glad to help me along.I had that one memorable incident with one of Mom's guys who thought a little push might get me going in his direction. It was horrible. I. Catherine screamed.“Did you hear me you Reb cunt, turn over!”Resigned to obedience in fear of further torture, and with some difficulty on the relatively thin plank, she moved herself onto her back as ordered. All eyes immediately gazed attentively at her nudity. Her firm breasts, with hardened nipples, slender waist and smooth thighs with a tuft of dark hair at the apex of her virgin mound."Now, tell us Catherine. What is it that you have done, and who are you in cahoots with?”The girl let her.