"It's your hair; you're wearing it loose down your back. You ought to keep it like that, mom-- real groovy."Betty relaxed, and her son grinned across ...the table at her. She found it difficult to meet his eyes, and was certain that she blushed too often for comfort. She had done it, or rather, it had been done to her, at least the first time. But she had actually screwed Danny and reveled in her wanton behavior; Betty couldn't quite believe it.Watching her young daughter, she knew a stab of. .......................................................I was sitting alone at the back of the top deck on a bus one day, making my way home from school. I was 16 at the time, and could not wait to get in after a tough day. As usual, the bus was pretty empty as I lived the furthest away from school and after a few stops all the other k**s had gotten off at their stops already. The bus pulled up at a stop and I heard loud girlish talking and laughing. A group of girls heavily trodded up the. A lot of porn mags were still printed in black and white. That’s just what I had, a black and white magazine laying on the bathroom vanity while stroking my cock. My brother had passed the mag on a few days earlier. It was well used, page corners frayed and a few pages stuck together at one time.At fifteen you like to jerk off, a lot. Stupid me, when I heard the doorknob twist I remembered I hadn’t locked it. Figuring it was my brother, no big deal but when I saw Susan strutting in my face went. She was the best part of his day... or night, rather. She was what kept him from quitting, she was what kept him sane, and she was completely his. The clock finally read 11:30.He drove home happily. He knew she'd be waiting for him asleep, under the covers of their bed. She would have one of her outfits on under the covers, and when he pulled them back slowly, she would wake up and start to play the role of whatever she was dressed as. He tried to guess what she would have on tonight. Would it.