Uncle Charles had never missed a weekend to visit mother for a long time now, and every time he left, I would order mother to describe to me in detail..., every things they had done together, and by now I was pretty much aware of his great appetite for fucking.Every few weeks, mother had to work on Saturday, sometime it was on Saturday night and other times it was from eight to four during the day.One Saturday that she had to work during the day, Uncle Charles arrived as usual on Friday evening. I believe it is my superior looks and talent that precipitated the jealous maneuvering those two little bitches employed to make me appear less than the most virtuous of women.It is common knowledge that Sir Henry is infatuated with my beauty and sparkling personality. I have cultivated and encouraged his attendance on my person with the purest of intentions. I have never foresworn my intrinsic sense of modesty and seemly behavior at any time. Perhaps I have allowed the poor fellow to avail. He remembered that there were so many like them asking the bank to help and the bank turning them away unable to help, but that did not stop him from wishing that he could. Suddenly, he understood the obvious, as to what to do with the lottery winnings. Suddenly, it made sense and he understood why those who had so much were unable to help those who had so little, there were just too many people in need and not enough people who had the money to give. He understood that his inability to change. She was my personal slut.Dianne had ruined her. Garnet wasn't good for anything else now. My baby girl was perverted into this whore. But I would give her what she craved.My son darted past his sister. He was on his knees and burying his face into his mother's breasts. He squeezed those big, fake tits into his cheeks, motorboating them as he groaned his pleasure. My wife's face burst with awe.“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Ooh, Jason, you are such a big boy. Mmm, Mommy's your whore now.”“Yes!” he.