Of my first real boyfriend there's no sign. My diving debacle had sent Greg off to train for the Olympics without me, his family trailing in his wake,...drawn by seductive promises of medals and glory. I'd felt badly when he missed the Olympic team on his first try. The latest report said he was going to go to U of Michigan to try to catch the brass ring on the next go-around. I wished him well, and wondered how his little sister Drindy is doing, if she's still experimenting with her hair colors,. But Jason was in no mood for clemency and he grinned with delight as Emily yelled and squirmed as her fleshy young bottom jumped crazily in response to his ruthless slaps, Annabell looking on helplessly as her daughter took her medicine. Jason meted out what he considered to be fair, making a slight allowance for Emily's tender years, but after fifteen minutes of strict spanking she still ended up howling in anguish, her pretty behind smarting and sore. Cock now predictably rigid again, Jason. I want you to just sit back and feel my love, okay?" She said."Okay." I answered.She gave me a big warm motherly smile and I felt her soft hand glide down my engorged pecker and forcefully pin my balls down against my ass. This made the skin on my fleshy pillar stretch tightly and my mushroom tip balloon even bigger. A trickle of bubbling jism seeped from the tip."Ready, tiger?" Mom asked.I nodded and watched as mom's head sunk to my lap. Her lips descended right to my cockhead and about an. And the indescribable scene my father made when I revealed them my study plans... A girl? Going to college? To study such a dangerous major? Welcome to the twenty-first century.I remember him yelling that I shouldn't waste my time on pipe dreams and I should come to my senses. There would still be time to find a decent boy who could father grandkids and provide for a family while I stayed at home and did the chores as a decent wife should. Sure, duh!That was the day I moved out at the tender.