Several times I spied mom when she was masterbating. It would make my dick so hard. Then one night she busted me spying on her. I was in puberty and h...orny as heck all the time. Mom seemed to be horny all the time too. She yelled at me for spying on her but it was difficult for me as she was naked when she was yelling. I told her I was curious and not to be mad. I ran out of her room and back to mine and immediatly started to masterbate myself. Mom walked in at that time, we were both standing. "Good, because this arse of yours will never be quite the same after tonight! I shall never allow it to return to normal, love! I'm going to see to it that your bum gapes rather permanently! That boi fanny of yours has no business having a chance to tighten up again. You shall wear a butt-plug most of the time, to keep your arsehole ready for whomever wishes to use it, and I suspect that it shall happen a lot more than you realize, darling!"Don't worry, I shall have cocks up the arse often,. "To a great extent, Sara was always the "tag along." Partly this was because of the difference in economic status. The Three J's were "from money" with generations of refinement and tradition. Sara was "working class" who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The Three J's were from Scandinavian stock with pale skin, light hair, and blue eyes. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than slightly less pale, and. She was not happy that she was back to being a patrol officer. And in truth it was my fault. Once she gave her report to her commanding officer and said where she was he busted her for dating a suspect. I felt really bad but she did not blame me. I squeezed her tighter and told her for the millionth time that I was sorry she was demoted. “Its ok Krista. I can't think of a better reason to get demoted.” I walked her to the door and leaned against it as she started to walk out. I reached out.