Where will I go?" His tears were flowing freely, although he wasn't actually crying. I walked over and held him against my breasts. Trying to com...ort him, "Don't you worry, my baby, Miss Marlene's not like that. Even if she does ask you to leave, you'll come here. Do you think I'd let anything happen to you?" I began to dry his tears. I reached down and stroked his cock, reminding him how special he was. Reassured that he was not going to be homeless he calmed, and beagan to harden. . He walked into the dining room, where his stepfather and stepsister had already finished their breakfast. ‘Hello!’ his stepsister cheerily said to him as he was leaving. Charlie gave her a quick smile in return, he had always liked her. His stepfather gave a nod. ‘How did it go with her last night?’ Charlie shrugged. ‘Same it usually goes, I guess. ‘ ‘Oh?’ ‘I mean, I appreciate you trying to set me up with girls, but it just isn’t working out yet, I’m afraid.’ ‘Well, I can get someone else in. Dad looked at me and smiled dad: you are my son so I will obey your rules, the last one is a little hard to swallow, but I will be away most of the year anyway with this new job. I put my hand out and we shake hands I pull dad in for a hug , dad is surprised by this I mean we are both naked, but with the perverted things going through my head , I need him to be comfortable with having close contact. I tell dad to give me and mom some time alone , and he goes to the main room to stitch his. It was 2 am and I was dreaming away, about unicorns or chipmunks or naugahyde, or what the fuck ever it is that people dream about that they can't remember the second they wake up, but tonight my dream took a turn. It started out as a light suggestion in the back of my mind of someone groping my breasts. Pretty quickly, that sensation turned and became more intense as I dreamed of someone tweaking and pulling at my nipples and I could feel my dreamself becoming aroused as the hands moved more.