Mom kissed me on my forehead as she usually does and pulled my covers up around my neck. In doing so she looked down at my erection. It was making a t...nt in my covers. Mom looked up and smiled at me. I swear that I heard her mumble, “Like father, like son” under her breath before she left.For the next couple of days nothing much changed. I would go next door and fuck Brandi as much as I could. I would eat lunch and dinner there and then come home. Mom and dad got much better at their timing so. " Probably one of those dress-crossers. Likes to dress up pretty." So let's give the sissy what he wants. Let's strip him down and fancyhim up."Jack's struggles were futile. The pieces he'd taken were ripped from hishands. One girl got down and took his shoes. Another stripped off hissocks. Nimble female fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He looked up atirate faces and breasts that jiggled beneath belly shirts. His jeanswere unfastened and the fly was lowered. At last he stopped. Soon, I had slipped two fingers into her. I could tell that she was much looser than before. I said, “Aunt Irene, have you been getting fucked a lots lately?” She laughed and said, “No, Sonny, just been using a larger toy.” I said, “Yes, I can tell.” I then slipped three fingers into her pussy and moved then faster and faster. I could tell that she had been stretched. I asked her how big the toy was. She said she had started off with a small one and graduated up to a. He had spent a lot of time on it during his school career."Sara," he said, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."I brushed by him without a word and stopped to say thank you to Mr. Carson before hurrying to my class. He nodded, but he lifted his eyebrows at my outfit.I rushed off to my class, wondering what the odds were of Kyle catching me outside of school and causing me serious pain.Nothing happened the rest of the morning. Not until I got cornered in homeroom where I usually went to relax.