--------------------------- Who ever reads this, needs to understand the other side of this story. How it started and why. A mom has needs and they we...en’t being fulfilled until my son started turning into a ‘little man.’ A man in my life was looming right in front of me. My female urges began to blossom and I wanted my son intimately now, more and more. Ok, I became slowly obsessed with him, I resisted my thoughts of wanting to have sex with him. They just got more intense. I masturbated. I was sitting with my foot on the chair, so that my knees rested on the hand resting area of the chair.Suddenly my aunt came near me and pressed my knees with her thighs. I looked at her direction but she continued to watch my computer monitor as if nothing had happened. I asked her what happened? She replied nothing but was breathing a bit heavily. Then I held her hands and asked again what happened, she told nothing but smiled a sexy smile and moved a bit and pressed her pussy against my. “I’ve been thinking about what a naughty girl I’ve been, and how much I needed to be taught this lesson.” “Anything else?” “Ummmm… that I’m fortunate to have such a generous master to punish me for such unacceptable behaviour. And to take his valuable time to make sure I learn how to behave better in the future.” My voice was stronger this time, the words coming more confidently. “And?” One eyebrow arched, he continued to regard me from his position across the room. Crikey, I thought, how. He retained that position for the rest of the trip. Arriving at his stop, he walked the two blocks to MaryAnn's house. A police cruiser went by, but Sam had conquered most of his fear and merely smiled. The police generally had no time for men in skirts either, but Sam was adjusting to the fact that his skirt was on a woman's body. MaryAnn lived in what Sam would call a row house. It shared its side walls with the adjoining house. Sam knocked on the door and a woman in her.