This time he was only wearing boxers. OH MY GOD! It couldnt be, could it? Once Henry was down the hall and back in his room I exited the linen closet ...nd went to Emmas door. I gently turned the handle and peeked inside. My older sister was always afraid of the dark even if she wouldnt admit it, and she never turned off all the lights. A dim stream of light from the closet illuminated her as she lay in her bed, naked as the day she was born. She was passed out, sleeping deeply. She was on her. The warning to not get “ridiculous” was lost. That is when number eight and number nine also added themselves to the line to my wife. Someone from the other side of the stockade did lean around and acknowledge the extra guys. The attitude was more like, ‘Yeah, that’s cool’.NINE LIKE THE ABOVESo, all the new guys banged away. The grass between her legs was now creamy green. There was an ever-growing load of semen all over that area. Prior to the sun setting, they had turned on their bright. I tore the bra and panties off of me, thinking that my shame would leave me as soon as the garments did, but the shame, and the… what did mommy call it… the hard on stayed, and I threw myself onto my bed and cried.After a few minutes, as the scene from the living played over and over in my head, specific things began to stick out to me more and more… The feeling of mommy’s tits and nipples against my back, the glimpse of mom’s hairy privates, the way that the bra and panties actually felt…. Not Matt. Matt is good for two things, making money and finding pussy. We party together from time to time, trading off, sharing tail. We share a similar obsession—we’re committed boob men. I take another sip of bourbon, and punch in Matt’s speed dial number. Hey, Duke my man. How’s it hanging? Mine don’t hang b*o. He’s a good soldier, always alert and at the ready. Fuck. What’s up with you this morning? Well, let’s see, I just jacked out a load of man juice all over the nicest set of jugs, all.