He wanted to jerk off during the school lunch break. He was afraid of not releasing the big wad of cum he could already feel building up. However, he ...as also afraid that any more jacking off to memories of sucking and fucking his mother would make it impossible to resist her next attempted seduction. After a few quick strokes on his rod left him remembering how it felt when his mom did that for him, he stopped and stuffed his unsatisfied stiff tool back into his pants.When Joseph came home,. But Mark was a magazine addict and he kind of disliked this aspect of himself, so he didn't mind destroying his magazines to post pictures from them on his walls. And he'd been doing this since he was twelve- his joke was that he'd either been precocious or retarded- so he'd pruned away pretty much all the bad pictures and was left with something he was proud of. The themes were girls, trees and flowing water. He had one wall with only black and white pictures; the other three walls (and the. " I know you didn't. That just proves my point, doesn't it? Brenda was silent for awhile again. Brenda was intelligent. She said things sometimes without first putting them through any filters, or listening in her mind first, to hear how they might sound to others. She was still a very intelligent person though. She saw that her argument with me was flawed, and she wasn't getting any closer to her real objective. Unlike Mama and me, Brenda was able to back off and wait for a better. ”“Sees what?” Bob came in, rubbing his eyes.“The floor, Bob,” Sally said, pointing. “Look what Mother has done to the floor.”Bob saw the mirrors and then his sister’s reflection. He grinned. “Hey, I like this, Mom! I can see Sally’s cunt!”Marla stepped into the bathroom. “See anything else!”Bob looked down at his mother’s reflected image, and grinned widely. “Yeah, your cunt, too, Mom.”“Are you sure?” Marla asked, spreading her feet wide.“Well, your panties, anyway.”He moved into the bathroom,.