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"That was some hard work, Jenna!" Josh praised. "Let me reward you with a boob massage. You love those so much."

"I do!" she exclaimed. "Thank you!"

Josh stepped behind her and grabbed hold of her tits and started kneading. They felt phenomenal! Jenna sighed and leaned back against him.

"Such a nice little brother!" she said happily.

"Tell us what happened after dad had you grow out your boobs, mom," Josh told Ronnie.

"Well, everyone at the fairgrounds freaked out, but then your father grabbed the the microphone and told everyone this was the best possible outcome and they should all applaud me and my big titties for winning Miss Pifflehaven and Marci took the crown off her head and put it on me as everyone clapped and smiled and cried," Ronnie continued her story. "It was the best night of my life!"

"Your father took me back stage afterwards and told me that part of my prize package was to ssssuck his dick while...while my first attendant ate my cunny and my second attendant...licked my asshole!" she continued telling, still fingering herself . "Oh! Oh! I...I didn't know...that...that it was part of the prize and I...I didn't want to, but...but he told me it was an honor and if...I couldn't do it, then the prize went to my first attendant and she'd get my titties too and I...I wasn't about to let that bitch Marci take what was mine! So I ripped...ripped my gown off the rest of the way and started sucking his big fat pecker while Marci and Cheryl started munching on me from both sides. I'd never...never sucked dick before...but I...I didn't know how much I liked it...until he told me..."

Josh was amazed, and despite having just cum down Jemma's throat, aroused.

"Do you still like sucking dick Ronnie?" he asked.

"I do! I do! I know he made me, but god I love it! I try to be discrete. I want to be a good mother. But I crave it, and sometimes...sometimes, I just can't help myself!" she confessed and blushed furiously from her cheeks downward. "I'm a bad girl! I'm a wild girl! I'm a closet nympho! I know he made me this way, but that doesn't stop it from being true."

Josh felt a bit conflicted. Clearly, his father had tortured his mother mercilessly. But really, was he himself in any position to criticize? Wasn't he doing the same thing to her, and his sister as well? And wasn't he getting another raging hard on by doing it and hearing how his father had done it all those years ago?

Still, he could be **** about it.

"Look, Ronnie," Josh said. "You've done a great job raising me and Jemma, and I know my father was hard on you, so I want to make things up to you. You trust me, don't you Ronnie? You don't need to keep your thumb up your ass around me. You know that if I use my power on you, it'll only be because I know best and am giving you what you need."

"You're right, Josh," she said with a releived sigh. "I trust you. You can do what you want to me and my head. You're such a good boy. Always looking out for his mom."

She took her thumb out of her ass and went to wash her hand at Josh's suggestion, giving up her other finger play to do a thorough job.

"I'm glad you see it my way, Mom," Josh said, letting go of Jemma stepping up to rub her bare ass as she washed. "I'm going to take good care of you."

"You're going to give me what I need, aren't you Josh?" she said with a happy smile. "You're gonna give me every thing I need?"