I was an only c***d and I thrived on the attention I got from my parents and now Bill as well. Bill always kissed my mom, hugged her, bought her littl... gifts and flowers. Most times he would buy me things as well. He was very affectionate with my mom and when he wasnt working they were always up in their room. Going on vacation, or away for the weekend. My mother was in love. One night mom and Bill were upstairs in their room and I was downstairs in the f****y room watching t.v. I had watched. Then nothing more from him. A couple of weeks later, I had just gotten into bed one night, when my mother knocked on my door, and came into my room. She was still an attractive woman, and I loved her. She sat on my bed, and told me my Dad had told her my problem, and they had been pondering a solution, for the past two weeks. They had both been raised in fairly liberal families. As I thought back on it later, I realized that that had a lot to do, with what occurred subsequently. She told me,. She was leaned over the saddle stand with her ass high in the air. The nipple clamps were still swaying slightly. She had that wonderful feeling of anticipation she always got when she began her games. She remained motionless, breathing slowly. Then, shouting, “Giddyup!” as loudly as she could through her gag, she snapped the chains as if they were the reins of a team of horses pulling a wagon.Several things happened all at once. The four by four bounced just enough to clear the board that held. The potion had clearly worked its irresistible magic on her, Amy thought, looking down at her own perky little chest and recalling her helplessness to fight the potion's effects the day before. Amy wondered whether Val's apparent lack of awareness of her transformation was due to the larger dose of bimbo potion, or if Amy's understanding of what was happening to her had kept her mind safe from any effects.She was already a slut anyway. She probably didn't even notice that anything had changed,.