“Oh, mommy, this feels so good. I've fantasized about this moment so often,” I confided.“How often, son?” my mother asked.“Too often to reme...ber,” I responded.“Just give me a number,” she insisted.“Probably hundreds of times, mom,” I finally admitted. “Thinking of you always makes me hard. I love to ejaculate while I imagine your pretty face. I’d cum all over my stomach while moaning and saying your name out loud.”As I answered, my mom’s breathing became heavier. She was clearly turned on by. ” She raises her arm pointing to the inside of Sex’s Quarters and says: “ "After you ” with a grin on her face. Sex looks over at the large windows that show the stars outside…“ This is beautiful."She then turns and notices her body and Janegay’s body…“ We are alike? ” Sex asks…“ Yes, we are called Women. We have breasts and a vagina. Men don’t have either, but have what’s called a Penis.”She walks over and cups both of Janegay’s breasts in her hands.“ That is sad they don't. These are. I was now petrified of discovery and barely uttered a word as she took meinto a beauty parlour. "You're having your ears pierced!" Susie exclaimed"And unless you want me to make your tits bigger still, you won't becomplaining!" Susie was careful to give me a suitably-manly stud in each ear but spentthe walk back to the car talking excitedly to Kate about all of thefeminine earrings I could now ear too. I tried to tactfully rein her in alittle and was rewarded with another set of inserts added. My sister doubled down with my fingers penetrating her. She licked hard, her head swiveling on every stroke, and her tongue curling around Jemma’s clit at the top. That really set the redhead off, and she squeezed her breasts while crying out to the ceiling above.I lifted my thumb and coated it in the juices dribbling out of my sister’s pussy, then pressed it over her clit. When I stroked my hand, it plunged two fingers into her and stroked her clit with almost the full length of my thumb. .