I knew as a girl all the modern day media was aiming itself at girls my age that sex is good and everything we do has sex associated with it, but more...importantly, i****t was on the increase and it was consensual, like it was with myself and my father.One girl asked her question, why is it wrong to sleep with her close family member when she was on the pill and the other could wear a condom. She concluded that having sex with someone you trust and has protected you, loved you and shared and. I heard and felt her gagging when I pushed the head even further into her throat. Yet, she continued swallowing as she breathed heavily through her nose.I lunged one more time as the dam burst and my semen surged upward through my urethra and spilled out. Lacy pulled back until my cock head was barely inside her mouth.I spurted several times more and watched in amazement as my sister swallowed it all, not spilling a single drop!Lacy continued to massage my cock with her lips and tongue as I. I felt so inadequate as a man next to him but I loved the submissive almost feminine feeling that came over me when I was with him.I made sure I had his favorite beer in the fridge, I made sure that I was always in my t-shirt top so I could show off my girly ass to him, and he could give me that pat on the ass as he left, which he did every time, which I loved. I would scamper around to get his beer and always either sit next to him on the couch or on the floor like a puppy rubbing his cock for. I'm one of the few people who didn't call her Aunt Bessie.You see—the person everyone called Aunt Bessie—Well, I called her Mom.The Winter of 1938Winters in the Midwest are always bitter cold. That winter we were eking out a hard-bitten existence. Fortunately, all summer long we had cut and stacked firewood down one side of our old house, so we stayed warm and cozy.In addition, my mother, like every other year, had spent the summer canning hundreds of Mason jars filled with beans, tomatoes,.