“You’re kidding, right? We just packed up.”Rachael traced the growing bulk inside my jeans. She rubbed lightly, then her fingers walked up the z...ipper to the button. Demonstrating remarkable digital dexterity, she popped the button open.Now I started enjoying myself. “Have you forgotten about the latrine and cold nights and watery oatmeal and orange Tang?”She lowered the zipper, peeled the fly open and fished inside. Her hand burrowing down over my underwear to settle on my awakening penis.“Oh.. There wasn't a single word that sprang to mind to describe the creature. Werewolves, zombies and vampires were all good stuff of fiction, but this wasn't any of those things. The ... monster was humanoid and he had short dark grey-ish fur. He had long straight hair and horns. He looked like a cat, that muzzle, but no tail was visible. He was also covered in blood.Is that my blood?I looked down at my own skin, bruised, marked, bloody. There were open oozing wounds in my thighs. The sight of the. The final insult was when my mother, at the front door, French kissing him good bye, told me, 'Lick his boots'. I did in total subservience, as I watched their French kiss---the SAME French kiss that greeted me when I FIRST saw them together - this blond bully, and my slut mum. When Jason finally left so so triumphantly, I confronted my mum. Incredulous I asked if she REALLY wanted another baby, at her age, and to be bred by a lad young enough to be her son. What she told me chilled me. She. “Doesn’t she have a nice looking top?” Abby asked to further spark his interest.“She certainly has,” he replied, unable to avoid staring at her firm breasts pressing out against the fabric with the mounds of her soft nipples slightly protruding.“I’ve seen her bare tits and I could suck on her nipples all day long!” Abby boldly remarked.“Abby, you’re as bad as Mom!” Brad quietly exclaimed, hugging her to his side.“That’s alright, I never expected to have my breasts admired by a man and woman at.