Mom brought me up on her own and we were very close. She did not have boyfriends until I was old enough to stay home alone. She eventually did ha...e a few boyfriends, but never had them to stay and always returned home at night. In retrospect our relationship was odd, but at the time I thought the way we behaved at home was normal. Mom would walk around the house in bra and panties. Her slim tight bottom and firm g****fruit sized breasts (clothed) were simply something I never noted. Sometimes the girls would take an audience of boys behind the mall and make their sissy lift his pink skirt and drop his panties; they would all have a good laugh at his tiny cock as he blushed as pink as his pretty dress.Though a little hurt, he secretly enjoyed the humiliation, and loved the fact that other more masculine boys enjoyed seeing his little cock; when puberty came he would enjoy it all the more. As he grew up he was treated to an extreme regime of spankings and canings by Jane. At the top of the fold there was a small button, glowing red. Everytime Tiffany would move over the button her whole body would shake. Tiffany moved her other hand lower to the bottom of the folds and their was small hole. Tiffany slipped a finger inside the hole and she moaned. Libby kept looking at her friend and she had a strange warm feeling in her own kitty. Tiffany had now picked up speed and was almost slamming her whole hand into her hole and stroking her button furiously, while her. And long before that, the stuff I took over was grotesque because Brian is short and fat whereas I am tall and lanky.Oh, and before the chorus of "Hold it boy – your parents had three kids to clothe on a limited budget and you are being ungrateful to them" starts sounding, I must disappoint you. Their budget was not limited; Dad ran a small manufacturing plant that did very well, and money wasn't tight – especially not when it came to what they bestowed on my siblings. So I had a lot of very.