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The Babymaker (Part 4)
Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
softly and her eyes were large and round and she nodded slowly. "Both of them?" "Yeah," I nodded and then laughed nervously, getting soft giggles from Stacy and Angie. "They, um...Do everything together." "Everything!" Angie agreed with a look at her s****r. "Definitely," Stacy nodded. "We like to share." "I see," Mom said carefully. "Okay...I'm going to go upstairs and, uh... change clothes." "I sort of invited them to stay for dinner," I told my mom. "That's okay...Right?" "Sure," Mom laughed, but not her usual good natured kind, it sounded kinda sarcastic to me. She sort of bobbled her head around too, so I couldn't tell if she was nodding or shaking it. "That's great, Trent. Would you mind unzipping me?" "Uh...Sure, Mom," I agreed, anxious to make her happy as I stood up quickly. "Upstairs," she said and then finally I got it. Mom didn't need anything unzipped; she only needed to get me alone so she could kill me with no witnesses around. "Oh." I swallowed hard and glanced at the twins, but they just gave me finger waves and giggled some more. No help there! They looked like a couple ten-year-olds I'd k**napped off a playground! I was so dead! "He'll be right back," Mom promised the girls and they nodded politely, whispering and giggling as I reluctantly followed my mom up the stairs. We didn't get too far before Mom turned around asked me... ... "What the hell is going on, Trent?" "Uhhh..." I blinked at that because Mom didn't swear a whole lot. "First Julie and then that girl..." "Lisa," I said helpfully. "...and now those two?" Mom almost smiled. "How old are they?" "Thirteen," I said. "But they act older than that." "They look younger than that!" Mom snapped. "Why can't you find a girl your own age?" "I don't know," I looked down. "They like me, that's all. I can't help it." "And two of them?" She did laugh then. "Are you starting a collection? Do you have any idea what you're doing?" "Sorta," I said nervously. "Ummm..." "Trent," she sighed, putting her hands on my shoulders and looking into my eyes. "I love you. I just don't want to see you get hurt." "I'm not," I told her. "We're just friends, Mom." "And I don't want to see you hurt them either," she said a little more f***efully. "A girl that age is too impressionable, too immature for a boyfriend." "They like me though," I frowned. "I'm sure they do," she smiled at me. "You're a handsome young man. A lot of girls are going to like you." "Then what's wrong with me liking them too?" I asked. "They're not little k**s, Mom!" "They are little k**s," she sighed. "I was a thirteen year old girl myself once. I know how they think." "How do ...