It’s been you, Mom, and Molly for 12 years. Mom is a lawyer for a local nonprofit. She’s always been a cool mom, fun, kind, making your friends je...lous. Molly has been an equally great sister, never as self involved as someone as attractive as she is could easily be. She’s a goofy theater geek, instead of a bitchy cheerleader.So you worry about disruption in your world when Mom finally calls a family meeting.You all sit at the kitchen table. Mom takes a deep sigh. “I guess I was hoping this. I was a naughty girl back then, sexually aware for one so young, then again watching your mother being fucked, taught me what cocks were for, to be poked fun at, when they belong to little boys, whereas, a man was for being poked, another type of fun, so every time I alighted my dear uncles lap, I always made sure to put my small hand on it and give it a naughty squeeze and a squeal of delight, I always received good gifts from him.At f******n he bought me my first high powered computer, and. Picturing what that cock might look like when it was erect made me suddenly very horny. I hurried away, picked up the rake and began piling up the leaves, hoping that I hadn’t been as obvious as I feared. Still, the image of Roger’s naked manhood stayed in my mind the whole time I was busy with the rake. Soon it came time to bag up the leaves, grabbing a refuse bag I held it open ready for Roger to start piling in the debris. I could smell the musky aroma coming from him as he stood next to me. " "I'll get a reciprocating fucking machine," I suggested."No!" she said, "Look maybe it was a mistake ok, maybe I'm not cut out to be a sex slave?" But we've got all the gear now, the hoist and the tripod and the wheel," I explained."And it was fun, making it all work, but we've done it all now, it's all boring repetition," she said."What you enjoyed installing it," I asked incredulously, "I thought we would never get the cement dust out of your hair." We did it together though didn't we, we.