I hoped that the novelty and the shock would wear off in a few days. It didn't. I decided that my life was pretty-much over and that everyone in my ho...e town had been right about that whole 'lowest kind of slut' thing being something to avoid at all costs.Weeks went by before I caught a glimmer of light at the end of my lonely tunnel. A guy I didn't know came over and sat next to me in the library. The remarkable thing was that he did it without looking around furtively to see if anyone he knew. God knows how many she’d already had. It was already two in the afternoon. I managed to carry my painting to my room before I was attacked.“Young man, take a shower and make yourself presentable to the family,” Mom barked at me. “Don’t come down here until you are clean.”I briefly considered just not going back downstairs, but I knew that would end up with everyone in my room. I’d just showered with Jasmine in the motel before we left. I shook my head and rinsed in the shower. Knowing Mom,. “Your mom’s house, your mom’s rules. We’re here, and we want to share our story with you. Can you abide your mom’s rules in her house?” Master asked, reminding Randy that he knew better than to disrespect his mother in front of everyone.“The only person that gets to beat my sisters is ME, motherfucker,” Randy stood up like he was going to beat Mike’s ass. I was prepared for things to get out of hand. My brother Randy has a redneck streak a mile long. If this turned into a pissing match between. I was beginning to think that my own mother was trying to hurt for her own enjoyment but I soon realized that she too was only in her underwear. I have at some times thought of my mother sexually but even then I would not go far. but now with her standing in front of me with matching black with pink lace bra and panties, I started to grow hard in my boxers. my mom saw this happening and whipped me again, she then said, " no getting hard until I say so slave!" 'Slave? 'i thought to myself, my.