I heard the door open but I wasn’t quick enough to get out of bed before Mom caught a glimpse of us in bed together.“What’s going on in here?”...��Mom! What are you doing here?” I asked.“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied.“Mom, let me explain…”“I’m waiting.”“Yeah, that’s all I had ready,” I said.I pulled her into the living room to explain. I told her everything. We didn’t mean for this to happen. But we shared a connection before we knew about our real connection. We couldn’t change. Down, boy, he commanded the willful instrument, you'll get yourchance to dance . . . in her pants! In another part of the compound, Peter Knight awoke at hiscustomary time: 5:30 A.M., sporting a huge erection. He had beendreaming, and his dreams were blurred but erotic. He had slept badlythe night before, tortured by the remembrance of what Davie had told himabout her mother and the shocking things that went on at school. Butthe sordid expose had also led his sexual fantasies as he lay. I’m on those daily pills that help me get an erection when I need it and I was afraid I might get one and not need it. What a cruel dilemma that would present. I waited for her response as I felt my cock starting to stiffen. I tried to sit in a non-revealing position but I saw her lower her gaze to my crotch when I shifted my position in the chair. “I’d like another glass of wine, sir,” she said, adopting a subservient manner as an employee to a superior might do. “John, this is Dawn’s last. " But I'm not Carrie," whined Mike. "I'll be a man again tomorrow." No biggie hon. It's still plenty long enough to make a little pony likeyou had when I first met you. It'll just be a touch shorter but not asmessy," said Vicky touching his hair. "Truthfully, your facial structurecould definitely handle even shorter and even more chic if we went likechin length, but I knew mentally you're not ready for something thatdrastic."Mike just stood there staring at himself with a long sleek straight.