He slowly climbed the staircase & I then went into my sisters' room. It had changed, the dressing table, full length freestanding mirror & even the pi...k lamp shade had gone. A small table had been placed in the room, so I put his case on it. I turned to face him as he stood in the doorway. "You're a very pretty little schoolgirl in your summer dress." He said still blocking the doorway. I felt a little easier. "Yes your a right cutie in that girls' school uniform." He added, closing the bedroom. Whenever you want; from now on, whenever you want, you just take it and taste it. As long as no one knows, you can eat it."Stephanie felt her son's lips and tongue everywhere, and was in a world of her own, spewing obscenities in sexual hunger. Reveling in being every bit the mother she makes up for her perverted stories. She would have to write her experiences down later, change the names and put it on the internet. And she would have to make sure the readers know that it was a true story.. I walked over to where they were sitting on the edge of the spa and she, Sylvia, reached out to hold me by my hips, picking up my penis, glancing at Sister Jane and kind of admiring the thing. “I NEVER in my life expected to see and use a thing like this. It’s a work of art Sister. And you can bet I’m going to bug you for more information probably until I drive you nuts.” They laughed.[Another vague fleeting memory flash pretty disturbing, who were these persons, the guy with the giant penis. Her feet pounded as she descended. She pointed a finger. "The bed's not made. Mother always makes the bed. Every morning. Insisted I do the same, when I lived here. The only explanation is you two fucked there, and she had to leave. Besides, the room smells of sex. Admit it."No reason to lie. I nodded, chewing the slightly dry pastry. "Yep. Caught dead to rights. I had consensual sex with your mother. She invited me here for that purpose. Blame me for losing my willpower. She's an attractive.