She would say I was going to try to stick me in the wrong hole. I was not, I swear, but she just kept up talking about it. Never would I do that.” �...�Well, Shy, my silly timid friend, she was asking for it.” “Nooooo ... can’t be.” “Oh really. Think about it. Why at all otherwise would she keep bringing it up? Really?”“Huh? O-o-o-o-h.” I gave that some thought before I pushed in her butt plug we’d been playing with and she put the cock ring on me and poured us some more wine.“You know, we. Then she tightened her fingers and made his prick head swell even more. She pumped up and down on her son’s prick, gasping with pleasure to have his cock in her hand.“I wanna see you, mother;” he said in a thick voice. “You gotta let me see you, too.”She smiled at him, a wicked sort of grin. “I suppose that would only be fair, wouldn’t it?”Still holding his cock tightly; moving her fist up and down, her green eyes burning with desire, she slipped her negligee from her shoulders, letting it. "I see your ready, how do you want to fuck me." Rob looked at me and said. "Lets pick a position out of one of my magazines."I said. "Ok, sounds like a great idea, go ahead and get one."Rob went to his room, and came back with a magazine. Rob flipped a few pages at random, and stopped at pages of adds, no good positions. He flipped some more then stopped. Pictures of girls eating each other. Did that. He flipped some more, then stopped. Pictures of a hot looking naked girl. He flipped some. As I cried even harder she went to me and drewme to her hugging me close. I cried my tears of shame even after mom and dad came back into thebathroom saying, "Sweetheart we called the doctor and he's coming toexamine you. I want you to slip this on and let Sandra help you." Handing me a bra, Sandra helped me remove my T-shirt and put the bra onand replaced my T-shirt. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that theywere breasts, but at least they didn't hurt with the bra on and feltgood as the.