I would run around the house most of the day, which allowed me to play with mom's wardrobe. I liked specially liked putting on her underwear and bras,...and dreamed of filling it up one day. I was fascinated by mom's breasts since I can remember, I loved crawling on top of her and just feeling them. I kissed them and carressed them often, and knew they were special. I don't know what my mom made of all this, but she seemed to enjoy it. I didn't realice what made my mom's breasts so special, until. I can feel Johns hand tucking my long skirt up into the back of my waistband. Careful not to touch me he lowers my white cotton panties to the bottom of my butt. The feeling makes me shiver with dread. Im still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point. The worst I could think of was a whip or a cane. Bent in this position I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched John doing something I couldnt see. I could hear the rustle of fabric and the. I didn’t opened my eye but I heard a voice “don’t act Guru “ it was my stepmom (Chitra) then I opened my eyes, she said come on Guru, do what u did yesterday,I was shocked I doesn’t know what to do, she holded my cock and said “do the duty of your father. I got tensed and I first kissed her lips then hips then neck and then I licked her completely, I touched her boobs I pressed it hard, and I tore her nighty, she asked why you did it. I said now im going to tear your ass too dear, she smiled. Innocent. The girl was a devil. Perfectly evil. And God he wanted nothing more than to make her his.He could feel his cock swelling inside of his boxer shorts, pressing against the rough cotton fabric, making him want to curse again. He had already taken care of his problem he thought, after speaking with her on the phone, but apparently, the once wasn’t enough. Hearing her voice did something to him every time, sending these urges through him.They were good friends, but her voice, soft, sweet.