" I... I couldn't help it," he groaned as he squeezed the spongy tit flesh. He could feel his balls starting to churn as his cock slid between them."I...figured they must be pretty nice if my own son couldn't help himself. Are they, baby? Are my titties nice?" They're amazing! So... so soft!"Donna could tell he was getting close to the end. She squeezed her breasts tighter around him and rocked a little faster, desperate to coax out his next load."But I never thought you wanted to put your cock. I don’t understand what happened.” i opened my mouth, but it was hard to get the words out. Eventually, i said, angrily, “i’m NOT gay… i know i’m not.”He said, “Take it easy Terry, we’re just talking.”He waited a minute, then said, “I hear what you are saying, but why do you say you can’t be gay? Why do you say that so vehemently?”i couldn’t answer.“Let me ask you this, have you been with girls before?”“Yes.” i told him i fooled around with a girl a few times the past summer.He said, “Okay. Why. Ms. Johnson said, "This job requires total obedience and submission. Iexpect you to work from the time you awake until the time you go to bed. You will never speak out of turn. Me and my daughters will control yourevery thought. You will live to serve us. Is this something you couldhandle?"I mumbled, "Yes, Mistress." "I would love the opportunity to serve youand your daughters."Ms. Johnson explained that I would have to sell all my belongings andmove into the maids quarters behind the. I said, yes.Mom noticed a change in me after that summer. She said I carried myself differently and I seem more sure of myself. She said that I had matured and become a man over the summer. I had and in more ways than one. I could not count the number of pussies that my fingers had been in that summer. My cock had only been in one though but it had been in that one many, many times.In school girls seemed to gravitate toward me. Word had spread quickly what my summer job had been. The guys felt.