"I wasn't thirsty..." Hmm... If I'm going to let you be out there in your playhouse, you'regoing to have to promise to drink something. Otherwise you ...can stay inyour playpen," she warned me."Sorry Mommy, I'm still used to going hours on my rounds and notstopping to drink anything."I noticed her eyes open wider as I reminded her that I wasn't just anormal baby, she squeezed me and said, "Well if you don't need a newdiaper you do still need a new outfit."I shrugged. "Okay Mommy."She carried me. "The biggest," Lynne sighed, her memory flashing back to Blazer's lunging stabs. "The biggest and fattest cock you could ask for."Janice was naked, her tits heaving. What her daughter was telling her was making her cunt boil. She shook her head, unable to imagine a boy with that size prick. She smiled. To Lynne, Janice figured, any cock would seem big.Lynne finished undressing. She stepped away from Blazer and looked at her mother. Hot flashes swept over her. The newness of seeing her mother. " You'd win. Be careful"In the end, Derrick rode Homer by choice, learning that a horse's size has very little to do with temperament. Homer was responsive, easy going and did everything Derrick asked, which was nothing like Cynthia wanted for his grade. Derrick returned sullen, angry and full of spite.Before lunch Neil helped Cynthia put Homer away, only to find himself cornered in a stall with Leah."Neil, we need to talk" Look, poppet, we can't" Poppet?" Oh, uh, pet name. Yes?"Leah shrugged. A special treat for dinner, what could she mean? For all I knew. It meat just what it sounded like. She was trying out a new recipe or making my favorite. You have to get that, as totally weird as things are…they aren’t just weird. They’re also normal. That doesn’t make sense but it’s the only way I know to put it. When we aren’t naked or having one of our late night listening sensations, she’s still just my mom. So that might have been all she meant… but I thought different. It kinda felt like.