My stepdad had always been great to me. He had taken care of me when my real dad disappeared. I could feel him sit on the bed and put his hand on my ...houlder. He said, “It’s OK.” He held me tight to his chest and patted me on the back. After few minutes, I noticed a bulge growing in his pants. I could feel it on my belly. He tried to play it off and spoke some of the first words in a few minutes. “How long have you been dressing up like a girl?” “Not long.” I said. I didn’t know what else to. "And that's a bad thing?" He said, confused."No, that's a good thing. But I can't be the lady of the house and a maidat the same time. So, since you are the only other person here, you willhave to be the maid," I responded."But I bought that for you!" Of course you did and I appreciate it. I have always wanted a maid topamper me. You want me to feel pampered and sexy don't you?" Yes, but I can't wear that, it's for a woman." Actually it is not for a man or woman specifically, it's for a maid. This made me nervous as hell, recalling the shouting I had received after the accident when I was only ten. Now I was 16 and I was well aware of the position I was in.I started to think about my mother for the first time in earnest as an object of sexual desire. I slowly reached my left arm over my mother and cuddled her close to me, moving my penis a little between her rear. As luck would have it my mother also moved a little, this had the combined effect, though I didn’t really know it of. Jack turned us sideways to the bed. I looked at Denise turning my head toward her while still licking at the head of his cock. Denise had her back against the wall with her feet flat on the bed and her legs spread wide. She was running her hands up and down the insides of her lovely thighs. Take his cock into your mouth and suck on it like the slut you are, Denise ordered me. My pussy twitched as I took his cock into my mouth. Her calling me a slut and ordering me around brought forth a new.