"Winston Marcellus Washburn, what an inappropriate question to ask your own mother?" Well, Katherine Elizabeth Washburn — you didn't answer the ques...ion now ... did you?" N-No, he is still shooting 'full loads, ' just not as often as I would like him to," she said now enjoying my hands on her butt."Is breakfast ready yet?" Dad said, walking into the kitchen."Just about, dear — your son has been keeping me from getting anything done," she said."Dad, can you blame me, both my sister and my mother. "Yes, Chuck." Ruth put her hand on Barb's shoulder. "Will you be able to stay all afternoon, dear?" Oh, sure. I told Mom I wouldn't be home 'til dinner time." That's good. Let's go upstairs so everybody can get dressed." They filed up the steps and down the hall. The girls went into Patty's room where Sharon and Patty began laying out their clothes."I think this whole scene is out of sight," Barb said as she sat down on the bed and waited. "I wish my family was like this."Sharon wanted to say. I guess I am a little whore, but I am his little whore, and will keep coming back here because he is the only one who really loves me, and makes me feel loved and like a woman.I go upstairs, and open the unlocked door, and go straight over to where Mr. Jones is sitting naked in his chair, with his 15 inch cock standing straight up waiting for me, and tell him good morning, and bend forward and licked the pre-cum out of the piss hole and smear it all over my lips. I lick them and said ”Mmmmm. He says he loves me. It’s like my heart is free now.We share the sofa now, me lounging inside his arm, leaning against him for a while every evening after we shower.There’s a kiss before bed.There’s me watching him go to his bedroom while I go to mine, and the little girl inside screaming to follow him and find out for sure about all the things I’ve heard and read and seen about sex.Didn’t, though. Did some vigorous diddling of the little ol’ button. Man, it goes fast if you put the right face.