All of a sudden I had hair touchingmy shoulders, when a few seconds before I had the flattop buzz cut I hadworn since I was little. I had....these two...lumps on my chest, and I didn'teven want to think about what was missing down below. Yeah, I was prettygrossed out realizing that I was a woman, and my mother besides...but thenit hit me. This also meant that I had all of her super powers!I could fly. So I did. I had watched her take off enough times, I justbounced on my feet and pushed up, and. I'd just never had a real one untilCynthia.So back to my honeymoon. As I didn't have much money, it consisted ofthree days and nights at my Uncle's cottage at Hastings but our firstnight together was in my bedroom at home before we drove down there.Cynthia had worn white of course, but as we were both skint her weddingdress was a hand-me-down from her mom and was a 'modern' seventies affairwith a tight bodice with a short taffeta skirt. At my request she'd wornstockings, white ones with. .Chapter-1Part-2 At this she lay forward on my chest, her arms about my neck, and seeing that her resistance was over, I divided the hot moist lips of her cleft, and seeking out the touchstone of her nature, by gentle and successive rubs soon had it standing and hard as if to battle an invader.I now removed my hand for an instant, and tearing open the front of my pants, allowed my stone-hard sockaldodger to spring forth. I seized her hand and guided it to the throbbing shaft and was gratified. ." she observed, making me a little nervous. I was just wearing my baggy pool shorts, having removed my shirt whilst walking to her place. She ran her hand across my chest, sending shivers down my spine, and blood rushing to my awakening cock."Would you like a cold drink?" Yes please" I responded wanting to make my visit last a little longer ... in the hope of catching more glimpses of her creamy white tits.She filled a glass with iced water, handing it to me and catching me ogling her tits. I.