After dinner Cathy asked me to clean up and without a question Iwas washing dishes. I never use to wash dishes; I did hate it, but notnow. What was go...ng on?When I was done, Cathy took my hand and led me upstairs to her dressingtable and sat me down. She smiled and said lets see how some prettymakeup will look on my baby.I just sat there; I did not say a thing as she put makeup on me. It waslike she was controlling me. I could not resist.Deep down I wanted to stop her, but for some reason I. Charlene expressed no concern over their appearance for breakfast in only their skivvies.As they waited for breakfast to be served, Blake and Tommy remained focused on Charlene, her barely covered butt, her jiggling tits and prominent nipples. Charlene was aware of the effect her attire was having on her friends and while scrambling the eggs, delighted in watching their growing erections. Blake’s shorts were sufficiently heavy that she couldn’t tell much about his cock, other than that it was. Her breaths came in frantic gasps and she struggled against the carnal urge to moan as her passage gripped the device in rhythmic contractions. It deeply worried her when she felt that intense pleasure was not fading after her peak died down. The sound of a door sliding open behind her made her tense up at the noise but she couldn’t even move her head to see the entrance. Someone blew out a low whistle and her humiliation only deepened being presented to someone in such a way. Heavy boots. But when I saw you come in…”“What about dad?”She grimaced and wriggled around, my cock slipping out of her body.My step-mother sat up, a hand down between her legs. “God, it’s all coming out.” She pointed to my tee-shirt. “Get that, will you. I need to catch this spunk.”With questions bouncing around inside my head, the guilt sour in the pit of my stomach, I left the ruined bed and grabbed the shirt.“Thanks,” my step-mother said, wiping herself. “So, how do you feel?” she asked after a pause,.