My father, husband or brother were to lead the prayers.10. Never expose your hijab even before your father or brother.11. Never open your mouth to arg...ue with you father or your brother. The list of do's and don’ts were inculcated as part of my culture from the time of attaining puberty. It surely was way too long a list but these were the few I saw my mother abiding by and I too was made to abide by these values. I also saw my mother being physically beaten by my father even on 'mistakes', like. One was sitting against a tree cradling an obviously broken arm and the other kneeling on the ground spitting blood from a face that looked like it had collided with something big and fast. Turns out it was Jimmy's fist."Who are they?" I asked, although I already had a pretty good idea.Jimmy chuckled, "Well, they haven't been very forthcoming with information but I think it's safe to assume they're the assholes we've been expecting. Look!" He pointed the flashlight to a large canvas bag lying. ..an orgasm inducing cunt fucking shag stick.....the biggest hardest young cock I have ever seen....naked on my bed....in my hand....and it belongs to my own hunky big boy son."I loved talking dirty to my son, especially when I had his cock in my hand. I slowly began to slide my hand up and down the full length of his cock, running my fingers around the head of that bulging, throbbing big prick.I reached for the baby oil and squirted a nice large amount onto the tip of his cock. I watched as it. The messages were now lasting a fullhour. Lotion was added to the mix, then later ablindfold. I began to wonder, “Did she want me? Was Ione step away from a wild fuck session? Was she waitingfor me to make a move?” I remembered her warning after Ihad kissed her some months ago. I decided to go one stepfurther. During one massage, I let my hand brush againsther pussy. No reaction. Again I brushed it, harder thistime. Nothing.I pretended it was all part of the routine, my fingerswould.