Now i know that may not seem like any of these things are very special, but to someone who wasnt to used to things like this, its actually much apprec...ated. My fiance and I have been together for 4 years, so i am close with the family. I remember when i first came around, Id always ring the door bell when arriving, have that awkward feeling around them, trying to determine their feelings towards me. You know how it goes. As time went on though I came to be very comfortable with them, as they. I knew this was wrong but felt myself enjoying it and when I put my finger on her old clit, she moaned and I knew she liked that. I leaned in closer and decided to kiss that old clit and she grabbed my head and forced it into her crotch. I lapped at her pussy some, followed by a finger fucking and she dropped her leg back down and told me we should dry off now. I figured this little bit of naked fun was finished now so we both dried off and she left the room and came back with another dry towel. "You were twelve years old when they died, old enough to finally realize what they were doing to you was wrong, but you loved them. Also, what they did to you made you feel good. You liked it. You believed they loved you, but suddenly they were gone, and to protect your love for them, their love for you, you suppressed their unacceptable conditioning and behavior so you could recreate them in your mind as human beings acceptable to the society in which you lived. You made them loveable."You're. Wrong,” Mom stammered, while Val and I snickered.“It’s not wrong, Mom. You don’t want to resist. You don’t want to be a bad mother anymore. Prudes are bad mommies. You don’t want to be a prude, do you? Bad mommies cut their son’s cocks by circumcision to stop them from jerking off. You want to be a good mommy. Good moms unzip their mom jeans and lower them to their ankles in their son’s kitchen,” I tried out my Jedi mind powers.Before Mom realized what was up, she had her pants down at her.