. now I want to be ... well ... more." But Annie," I protested. "That just wouldn't be right. We're family. That would be incest." Would it really be ...ncest? We're not blood relatives. Why is it wrong? Would it be some kind of betrayal to love me? We are both adults and we love each other! Why is that not enough? All my life you have been nothing but kind and loving. You've always been there for me. You taught me what it was to be a lady and what a true gentleman was. How could I not love you?. At first I couldn't really control myself and I would cum in my pajama bottoms when Mom's ass rubbed against my cock. By the time I turned 16, I could control that but I still couldn't control getting a woody when she snuggled up next to me.Mom never said a word about my problem even when I young and spurted in my pajama bottoms. She always thanked me for sleeping with her the next morning. She saw me as her protector even when I was half her size. I wasn't sure but over the past few years,. She motioned him to come up. At that point I noticed the large bulge in the front of his slacks, and when he stood in front of her he positioned himself so his bulge was aimed at her face.“Well, I see you do have a large problem, young man. And I am sure I can assist you. Please step a bit closer.” She requested, also spreading her legs a few inches more at the same time.Wendy dropped her papers on the table in front of me, her left hand immediately went to the large bulge, her hand slowly. The stings didn’t last long, and I noticed I was getting more aroused with each slap of the bamboo sticks. The men decided I was warmed up and ready for some more new experiences. Harry declared that there was no twenty stroke rule in this new game. All the players were expected to be creative, and work together as a team. No cocks would be allowed in my ass, but my mouth was fair game. Immediately, I felt hands roaming all over my tight teen ass cheeks. I felt warm oil being poured on my.