"I lowered my head once again and nibbled lightly on her left earlobe. Mom moaned again; this time a bit louder and a lot longer. She continued to moa... as my tongue traced it's way along her jaw line to her other earlobe, stopping every second or two to kiss her where my tongue had just been. After teasing that earlobe, I turned my attention to the hollow of her neck, licking that indentation until it was shining with my saliva.While I was slavering over that part of Mom's body, I pushed her. Irene, Marianne, you two have to stay calm. Leaving her to rant without talking will shame her. Marianne, Tom will either need to be there or be available to take you away. Brad and I will stay and listen. That might get your dad to take control of the situation. He knows that this whole thing of hers is wrong."I said, "There is so much we can't control. Let's enjoy the rest of this week and meeting our relatives. I have totally enjoyed these two weeks and we have all had fun. I'm looking. I get off the toilet and flush while readjusting my nightshirt.I can feel the wetness all around my slit and even at the top of my thighs since I am not wearing panties.That’s another that’s changed since I started exploring submissive stories, I now do not wear them ever to bed.I go over to the sink to wash my hands and brush my teeth.I look in the mirror and see my face.Its angular structure is quite becoming when viewed fully.The curves along the lower part help to accentuate my lips.I. 'Geez', he thought to himself. 'How'd I get polish on my nails?' It was true. His nails were about a quarter inch long, expertly manicured, and covered with a pale pink polish.Now, as Tank looked down, he saw that something was happening to his clothes. They changed color from white to a shade of pink very much like his polish. Then his T-shirt somehow split into two garments. The top piece was now some sort of short robe with puffy sleeves. It grew sheerer and sheerer until Tank could see.