There is just one minor thing left to take care of, before we can begin.” Her hands were suddenly both at my head, and I felt her fingers brush my h...ir from my face and pull it together. Then my head itself was forcefully pulled backwards. My eyes widened when I noticed the big mirror on the wall that framed our reflections. This was why it had taken her so much to set up the chair! I saw my flushed face and wide eyes, watched how my breasts dangled lewdly under me, gravity making them appear. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise... “Oh?”“She found out, discovered, porn. Taught Froggy and me how to surf ... and ... you know.”“And masturbate.”I nodded, somewhat reluctantly. No reason to birddog the same prairie time and again.Ms. Sloane looked at me speculatively,. Her fourteen-years-old son Mark was raping her cunt while her thirteen-years-old son Tommy was abusing her breasts. She should have been outraged and fighting mad, instead she was loving every minute of it!Her cunt closed about Mark's cock, and Susan had never felt her pussy do that before. It seemed as if her cunt wanted her oldest son's cock, wanted to pull it deeper into her body, into the center of womanhood, her birth chamber, her womb, into the place where she gave birth to him fourteen. "I am going to die. After I die, I want you to do something for me."There was something about the way she said this. It reminded Steph of that feeling of doom she'd had as she walked in. Whatever her grandmother wanted her to do, it was going to be big, she could tell that much. But the next thing her grandma said left her completely shocked."Dear, you're not a virgin are you?"Steph was so stunned with this question that she didn't even think about her reply, and just told the truth. "Of course.