As soon as I asked only I felt that I asked a wrong question, but my mom didn’t show any anger but she laughed and said ‘I expect this question fr...om you for a long time’. I said ‘ what do you mean’ mom replied ‘nothing’. Mom was feeding my sis with just one boob exposed.I just kept quiet. Suddenly she asked ‘do u like to taste’. I simply replied ‘only if you allowed’. Mom said ‘cool my son,,, common taste it now rinku ..taste it my beta ..’ I asked ‘really’ and she said ‘ of course’. I got up. I figured that the best thing to do was to go home, head to the basement that I had converted to my personal abode, take a shower, slip one of my porno videos in the machine and beat my meat before I went to bed.As expected, my sister wasn’t home, the house was in darkness and mom had apparently retired for the night.“Perfect…” I thought to myself. “No one to disturb me from my pleasures.”After taking a nice, warm shower and with a towel wrapped around my waist, I sifted through the collection. Megin watched as Sandy spread Kelly’s legs apart and began to look over her pussy. She was shocked when the girl put her finger on the side of one of her lips and felt for stubble. Seeming to be oblivious to the piercing she picked the tag and chain up and placed it on top of her pussy to get out of the way. Sandy again rubbed her pussy this time with her hand before standing up and bringing back a bowl of hot wax and paper. Sandy spread the wax with what looked like a Popsicle stick on the. "I now pronounce you..." The strident roar of the organ, the brilliant blindness of the sunlight outside the chapel... the flash of the photographer's camera. The sting of thrown rice... the shouted congratulations and, from a couple of the junior high school kids who had been invited, "You'll be sorr-eeee." The reception line -- a never- ending line of faces and kisses and mouths uttering words she couldn't comprehend. The cutting of the cake. Everything all blur. Then Mrs. Martini again --.