Not only did she not approve of her son drinking, she didn’t even like him associating with Kurt and his friends. Kurt grew up on this street, and h... was always a snotty smart-alec kid. He never behaved when he came over, he just talked back. Kurt grew up with that same insolent little sneer as his dad, a spoiled upper- middle-class kid. She remembered the humiliating time a few years ago when Kurt was over playing with Jeff, and she was undressing in her bedroom, and he just opened the door. ”“Why not?”“Once a girl breast feeds they lose their perkiness.”He looked up at her. They both knew now what was going to happen. Time was all that was needed. Just the time for him to accept the idea of having sex with his mother. Then she felt his hands on her chest. It brought a moan to her lips.“I’m sorry. I didn’t-“His hands pulled away, but faster than a cat pawing at a fly in the air, Patricia grabbed her son by the wrists and yanked his hands back.“Kiss them,” she whispered.His face. I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front door. When I got back, he told me to undress him. As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he told me that whenever I was not doing something specific I was to be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was very specific about -- with my knees wide apart so that he had free access to my cunt and asshole. After all, I was now his property wasn't I?"I nodded my agreement, and for the first time in ages, felt free."That's funny, isn't it, me feeling. You won’t see us for at least 2 months.Maneesha: But…Monica: No ifs and buts, You have a month for your exams, but only one night with us!It didn’t take long for Monica to convince her innocent little sister. Maneesha finally gave in to her pleadings and agreed to join the couple. All of them went to the huge terrace of their house. The terrace was at the backside of their house. It faced just barren land and offered some privacy, unlike the small balcony.An old single bed covered with a torn.