Each week their nighties got shorter or their neckline plunged further or the material got thinner.In the months before Cheryl turned thirteen, Mom ha... her invite a different girlfriend over every weekend. That was when things got exciting for me. Mom would get the two girls to do things in a competitive way. I became the judge.Mom could be very convincing when she wanted to be. I quickly found out that Mom liked young teenage girls even more than I did…if that was possible. Mom almost always. Tearing open her jacket and blouse, her bra less tits bounced free like pale balloons yearning to be released; and in size that was not an inaccurate comparison."So easy now ... on Earth ... it's so much easier ... to find a man..." she cooed at the mirror as her fingers sank into mountainous swells of womanflesh with bulging indentations around each of her five fingers as her hands tried with futility to encompass the mammalian scope of her endowments. Her breasts were perhaps right at the. Her hips flinched away. She moaned loudly. Her ass had just a hint of red. Once more. She squirmed. Then she lowered her hips to deny me access. Not because she wished me to stop but because I had not given her permission to cum. I knew she was approaching the brink and she did not wish to displease me. “Raise you hips.” She shook her head, protesting through the gag. “Offer yourself!” Her head drooped. Reluctantly, she raised her hips. This time the blow was hard. The sound of. "My sister's baby. I want you to make sure she's okay for the rest of pregnancy." Hmmm." I pursed my lips. "Now, that's something I, to use your words, can't do." Why not?" he asked."Miguel." The Professor put a hand to his forehead. "If you can change the girls, can't you make them like you? Or any of us like you?"I pointed to the sergeant. "Because I can leave tonight if you take charge. I'm not taking your sister!"Re-orienting my body on the Professor, I put my hands out to him. "Would you.