She’s not your typical mother. She wears revealing clothes and flutters around the house.She had been noticing that her son and his friends were alw...ys whispering when they were in the same room with her. Many times, she had noticed the boys looking her up and down and saying lewd things amongst each other.She liked that her son and his friends thought she was hot. She treated them like how she treated all men of the opposite sex. She let her son call her by her first name rather than call her. Oohhh Sirr? It's worse, Father? I feel like? Ohh, sirr ... I feel funny? Like? More than before?" And, at that moment, the thirteen year old remembered something from when she was much younger. She had seen her aunt, her mother's younger sister sitting just like this on her father's lap. Her aunt had said that she wouldn't let her father have her but he had suddenly grabbed her and pulled her close and his thing had disappeared right inside her aunt. All she remembered after that was that her. He felt so ... useless. At least he held the pee in and made sure it only came out when he was pointed at the toilet."Quick look!" said right arm."Over there!" said left leg."It's Sally!" Sally was John's little cousin, and she and her family were visiting."She doesn't even have a penis!"John was wearing shorts, so the legs could see and the arms could see, but penis couldn't even see anything, because he was stuck in some underpants. He'd spent most of his life covered up, and just had to take. And then, Sandra was surrounded by her classmates, and she lost track of the guy, who had helped her."Are you okay?" Do you need some help?"Someone grunted when he took the bag with the stone in it."How are you feeling?" Did they hurt you?"Sandra was overwhelmed by all their questions while she was brought towards the picnic tables."What's going on?" Sandra almost shouted when she was getting dizzy from all the attention she was getting.Sandra was happy when Frederik managed to get to her. She.