You're 18 now, for Christ sake !John mumbled something his mother couldn't understand. That was still a better answer than "sorry, I didn't do the cho...res because I just spent the past hour masturbating". His mother sighed and left his room. John couldn't help have a glare at her round ass, as she was walking away. He was definitely what you could call a pervert, having sexual thoughts about anything with a pair of boobs. His mom, his sisters, his friends, his teachers, and so on. He had dirty. What the hell Janice? What did you do this time? He asked her in a shouting whisper. I disciplined him! Something you are clearly too lazy to do as the man of the house. Some role model you are. She retorted as she walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. For the next hour the husband and wife bickered and argued about the state of their family, their marriage and how much of a bitch she had become. After what seemed like forever, Janice became irritated and walked out of the room,. She, her sister andher mother had all indulged themselves in a gentle love affair, drawn toeach other by the violence of their father, now unlamentably dead in thesame accident that had taken her husband, who had also been tarredslightly with the same brush. The son he had given her she had raised tobe gentle with, and adore, women. She thought she had succeeded. Shewould soon find out.She went across to her dressing table and took out of the drawers aselection of lingerie and hosiery. First,. He lifted his head. "You have such a sweet cunt, honey. I can't stop eating you out. Is that okay with you? Do you like this?" "Yeah, do it some more. It feels so good." He sucked my little cunnie some more until I cried out that I had to stop playing that game. My body was covered with sweat and was quivering from my tension. Ron came up and lay next to me, telling me over and over what a sweet, lovely, and really sexy little lady I was. As soon as I calmed down, Ron got up and.