." What?" So those volleyball shorts are probably on her floor right now, you wanna uhhh go check them out?" I suggested slowly."Yeah sure, I've been ...hinking about them too haha"So we got up and left our room and entered hers across the hall. As we entered there were clothes strewn all around; jeans, jackets, shirts, and even some bras. Then we saw them. The little blue volleyball shorts she was wearing earlier. I walked over and picked them up.They were so short and soft. I rubbed the area. Now get ready to get fucked by me, your own son. N better not to resist otherwise it will be more painful to you.She is not in situation to fight with me as I can sense fear clearly on her face. She also wont shout as my brother is in near room downstairs. All odds are in my favour. She tries to get her hand free from my grip. I release her hand n in no time lift her whole body, holding right from the waist. Then I pinned her to the wall n said…Me: tell me pls?Mom: leave me pls I don’t know. A mail order catalogue, specializing in larger sized clothing, had sent ten pairs of outfits which I would be modeling with Fran, who was already in the studio doing her make-up. Sue then explains that Fran had modeled for her many times before, and that the clothing varied from formal evening wear to sexy play wear. ‘Are you happy with that Pete? If so please sign here.’ Said Sue. As she leant forward her tits touched the table top and the little bit of yellow material barely covering her. ’ ‘No, I never...’ ‘Would it make you more comfortable if we covered up? Or you can join us...’ ‘No, I’m fine; I’m just a bit... Well, I’ve never...’ ‘Don’t worry about it. Get your kit off if you feel more comfortable; leave it on if you don’t. Tell you what.’ He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a length of dyed cloth. ‘Nip into the bedroom and wrap this round yourself. It’s a Malayan sarong. You’ll be cool but you’ll keep your modesty. Pass me the wine.’ I went into the bedroom, took.