"Noooo..." Jack cried pathetically as he lifted one breast and then theother, "I'm not a wet-nurse, I'm not a wet-nurse..." he repeated over andover i... his mind, trying his best to block out the wetness in his newpussy."Of course you are a wet-nurse," Linda said wickedly, grabbing Jack'sleft tit and gently squeezing.Jack tried his best to fight back against his stepmother, but she had aniron grasp on his sensitive nipple. "Stop..." Jack whimpered, as aninvoluntary moan left his lips,. ’ He sighed and leaned back against the wall, sinking into a sitting position there and running a hand through his hair. ‘Clay said ‘why couldn’t I be with both of you?’ if you must know,’ he added at last, laughing humourlessly. ‘That could be… fun,’ Aldo conceded, a wry smile twisting his lips. ‘So why can’t you?’ ‘If it was just sex, it wouldn’t be a problem,’ Rayne told him frankly. ‘But it’s not?’ his friend was smiling more broadly now. ‘You know it’s not,’ Rayne said, a little. But my drunk giggling mother would surpass all that wouldn't she?The door closed and I turned to see mother already half undressed, naked from the waist down and now fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. The expectant pleasure on her face was obvious as she did not take her eyes from me.I should think, after diagnosing that gaze and the rest of our day, that mother may have some incestuous fantasies that I had never thought of. A private kink within her own mind that surpassed my own. Brooke worded her answer very carefully. "Scott, when I called the Dr. this morning, I had already decided to cooperate with you. It was obvious to me that this is what you want me to do. I'm not an idiot. Asking me to go to the Dr. and get a birth control prescription was tantamount to saying 'I really want you to fuck other men, ' Then, buying me the dresses and the shoes; urging me to stop wearing underwear, letting me read Ray's e-mail and then taking the nude photos of me, collectively,.