These used to happen during holidays in my school because i stayed at hostel when i was in school.so after i finished my school i came back home to st...y with mom.my dad works abroad so no problem with that.and only mom and i used to stay at our house.One day mom was wearing a tight dress which exposed her boobs and ass perfectly just as they were.I was turned on instantly seeing her.I wanted to know what they felt like.I got my chance when we went to sleep after lunch.we both shared the same. It was getting on so I decided to knock it on the head for the night and she offered to see me out. Upon exiting she asked to come back tomorrow night as she needed some help with moving something."No worries, I'll be here," I said, and off I went.The next night I arrived back to hers and in we went. I moved a few bits for her as she wanted and after she asked if I had time for a drink. I obliged and had a can or two of lager.We sat apart, me on the floor just by her chair and she commented. When her shirt got sweaty she took it off too. Trent’s pants bulged nicely.Patty’s next step was to declare it too hot to do any more work outside. She said, “Look, we’re all wet and grungy. Let’s take a shower.” Expecting no objection she led him to one big enough for two and stripped the rest of the way. He was in shock but so horny that he wouldn’t resist anything. Just following orders, he’d later say. His little head was in charge as they washed and dried each other.Patty led him by the. My own screaming doesn’t count as noise inside my head, maybe because I know it’s something I control. I don’t know what it is that makes me be like that, I just am because I am.Sometimes my brother yells at me, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up! Bitch.” I just scream longer and louder. I am not ‘Bitch’, I am Susan. It is worse if he wraps his arms around me and holds me down. That just makes me keep screaming, louder and longer. I try to scratch or hit or push him away. I kick and buck and twist. But.