He was curled in a fetal position, wicked dark bruises on his smallback. Their mother hovering over the boy with a angry hateful expressionon her face... and in her hand she was holding a black baton. The boy hadalready been beaten he was crying at her to stop hurting him.But, she didn't stop. It seemed like she hated that little boy eventhough he tried his hardest to please her. She looked though the townsold papers and he won competition after competition. Christineremembered that her brother. His dick was perking up too, waving in front of him as the blood rushed into it."Come on folks let's get this nude family portrait done," Charles said. He had dad and I rub oil over our bodies so we glistened in the lights. When mum and dad weren't looking, Laura thoughtfully quickly caressed my dick so that I didn't look so small compared to my dad. Charles had mum sit on the chaise lounge, her back straight just like Laura was in their family photo. I realized the pose made her breasts stand. Positioned behind her, I was treated to a first-class view. "... some paperwork, but I'm sure that won't be an issue. Okay, Terry?" Huh? Oh, yeah, sure! A- Absolutely!"We stopped outside of an elevator locked with some kind of scanner. With a wink in my direction, Lucy produced a keycard from her cleavage and swiped it through the device, causing it to beep. As the lift kicked into gear, she slipped it back between her breasts and nudged me."HR says to stop storing company property in an. He was a widower and a bit lonely I think, and had taken mum under his wing after the divorce. I let him in and we went through to the kitchen. I made us both a cup of tea while he explained about the burglaries in the street. Then out of the blue he said 'Did I see you wearing tights and high heels before?' I went bright red and didn't know what to say. 'It's alright, I won't tell your mum, not that there's anything wrong with it anyway - lots of men like to dress in women's clothing. Do you.