I could deal with whatever repercussions there were going to be, if any, in the morning.I slowly and quietly headed up the stairs towards her room. I ...ould see under her bedroom door that she was still up and was watching something on tv. I creapt up by the door and listened carefully.“holy shit…” i whispered to myself.Mom was watching the second movie on the tape, ‘blow momma on the train.’ i knew this because i knew the characters, scenes and sounds of each movie having masturbated to each of. I had slightly dark circles beneath my eyes, but they’d go away. There was something about my reflection in the mirror. For the first time in years, it matched the way I thought about myself. Unless I was actually looking in a mirror, I felt ageless. I still thought of myself as a seventeen-year-old but was trapped in a fat, aging body that didn’t get out much. But the crows’ feet that reminded me of my age on most mornings were gone. Smooth. Skin without a blemish. Dark blue eyes that saw. I work out 5 times a week to keep in shape and try to keep a moderate diet. Well enough about me, lets get to the story.I joined the school five years ago and spent my first two months getting to know the ins and outs of the school. The accountant at the school was really helpful in helping me get to grips with all the financial protocols and getting my pension, medical etc. sorted out. Her name is Susan but didn't mind me calling her Sue. She was about 29 years old and a dark brunette with a. I would punch Mom’s tits whenever she wore a bra and it worked. I still punched my sister’s tits no matter what, just because I always had.The next step was for both of them to be topless around me and let me fondle their tits whenever I wanted too. That worked too and I really enjoyed it.Of course I didn’t stop there and insisted on full nudity and no doors to be closed on their bedrooms or their bathrooms either. I wanted to see them at any time, getting dressed to go out, taking a bath, or.