As I entered the kitchen my mom gave me a tight hug and start yelling "My sweet boy you just turned 18 I can't believe, like yesterday you were a baby...in my arms"."Mom please stop it, I am a grown-up stop making me like a k**". I said."You will always be my little baby, Mark".she said and gave me a kiss. Behind me, I heard footsteps and before I turned around, I was in the air, my dad has given me an air-hug as we used to call it since I was a c***d. My dad was a "huge man" he was a 6'5 foot. This gave her an enormous sense ofsatisfaction.While there she browsed the rack with tights and stockings. This wassomething she'd always wanted to do, but always felt people would thinkshe was a pervert when dressed a man. Odd that she thought. You oftenshe women looking through men's underwear in shops. No one thinks that'sstrange. You assumed they were buying for there men, or you just didn'tcare. After all, not exactly exciting are they, men's boxers. The onlytime he used to feel. I lay there, the cucumber keeping me wet and hot until he camehome, come on wimp, clean me up, l'll pretend I'm innocent rape victim,I don't suppose it will happen again and we'll get on with our mundanelife, again. ___________________________________________________________________________ Well I came home last Tuesday, yes you guessed it, this time shewas tied spread eagled on the bed, they had got in, no I don't know howbut they had fucked her again; this time it had been ten in the. "Sign here." Boy, did they sink in.My mouth was dry, as were my lips, but my hands were soaked with perspiration. I walked to the refrigerator and took a can of beer and almost popped the top. I looked at the can and replaced it, taking a can of soda instead. I opened it and took a long drink, belched, and finished the can with another long pull. I tossed the can in the trash and sat at the table once again. My head was spinning out all sorts of weird ideas, but none that made any sense.Rita.