Early Friday morning I helped Curt pack their luggage into his car and watched them drive a way .i wanted to run back into the house and change .it wa... all I could do to resist the urge ,but I knew I would have plenty of time to dress up .I m 5’9” 160 pounds, brunette hair and light brown eyes .my name is Robert, but when I dress I call myself Jazmine.Mom was not fat but she did wear clothes were lose fitting. Lose fitting on her meant tight on me . Some are tighter than others on me but I. No offense Brenda. As Diane said, I’m not much of a fan for sweets.”“Ahhh, that’s a shame Tom. I know what I’d like to have for dessert, but apparently I’m forbidden to discuss it,” Brenda said and then giggled. My cock got just a little bit harder and then Diane shot her a glare that looked like it would kill.I got up and grabbed my plate and then grabbed Diane’s plate and said, “Well, let me help out cleaning up. Where’s that pie and I’ll cut you both a piece.”“Oh no, Tom, you’re the guest!”. It’s his first year and my third, our parents only willing to pay if we went local and stayed at home. That surely made things easy but there is always more of a price to pay. One of those is my pervy stepbrother, if not sneaking peeks at me it’s jacking off in my used panties as I’ve caught him at both many times. I love the little fucker or I’d tell my dad and he’d be history and hey as there’s really no harm done I’d hate that. God knows I look at my stepmom with lustful eyes here and there.. When we finally reached the bedroom, she gently laidme down on the bed and removed my clothing. My pantsgot on my penis as she pulled them down, haphazardlyflinging my erect member to the side. She undressed inthe dark, light pouring in through the d****s anddancing off her beautiful body. I could clearly makeout her nipples, puffy and swollen, calling out to me.I could see her sweet pussy dampened, dripping at thethought of our dinner conversation. She slid over mycock, which was straining.