Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and then tried to put thethoughts away. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.Whilst the parents slept withtheir own th...ughts of lust, their son and daughter, Aditya and Nisha werehaving their own lustful desires, separately, in their own beds. Aditya,typically at 19, had his male hormones raging, and would often masturbate threeor four times and day. And the object of his thoughts whilst he did this, wasoften his mother. He had a thing for older women.He had a. Unlike Rachel, he’d gone a different way and pumped his youngest daughter with hormone enhancers to speed up her development. Rachel’s mom, Lyn, had been worried about all the hormone imbalances and side effects, etc. It was all very technical, and Rachel didn’t know anything about it, but the doctors in Mactown were experts at manipulating young girl’s bodies and puberty. What came out in Kyra were a pair of full sized, impressively perky, breasts any woman would be jealous of. Rachel’s were. Poetry was one of Ray's side interests, and he was doubly surprised to find out from Marta that Professor Dichter was a poet, having been published back in Germany before he moved to America. Marta for her part was surprised that her uncle's top teaching assistant wouldn't know that, a comment that Ray chose to take as flattery.Their evening ended as usual at her apartment door with Ray prepared for her clammy handshake, but instead she leaned into him for a quick hug, her arms pulling him. What was happening to me, and what did it mean? There was no denying itfelt good, but what was happening, and why was it happening when I worepanties?Gasping for air, I slid the soaked panties down my legs and watched asthe creamy stuff ran down my legs into the shower. My cock bobbed aroundin the shower as I re-lathered my body. I quickly washed myself off andwrung out the panties until they were no longer dripping wet. Irewrapped them in toilet paper and put them back where I had stashedthem..