No matter how he changed the fantasy, no matter whose face he attached to what body, it always turned out to be his mom. Try as he might, Eric always ...ound himself wanking over his mother."Ah, Fuck it," he said after forty-five minutes of desperate masturbation; his hand was starting to cramp up, and sweat was streaming down his face."What a good boy," she mouthed in his fantasy, and spread her legs wide for him. His masturbation reached a fever pitch; precum covered his cock in a thick slime;. I would never have known if youhadn't told me." I was so fascinated by Dixie that I forgot that I toohad undergone a similar transformation. Within 24 hours I had gone fromordinary Max to a beautiful girl Maxine that had made at least oneguy's cock to rise. I wondered if I should become like John, but I hadno show business talent. What would my mum say? My friends? I realizedthen that I hadn't any friends. Mum would probably accept it over time."It's been a long day, so let's get to bed. I'll. I can be so crude sometimes haha," he thought.Amanda returned from the kitchen with lemonade for the gang. She noticedhow girlishly Jessie was sitting on the couch...he had such nice posturelately. She saw him blankly rubbing his nylon clad legs as he sattalking to his grandma, who was so fond of him as of late."How do you like the tights Jessie?" Amanda asked."I really like them mom. They are like pants, but you don't feel them.Plus they show off my great legs...watch out ladies, Jessie. I was angry and did not talk. But he came in and in that fully wet dress he was still looking good. He told that he was also trying hard to come but due to heavy rain he was not getting any auto. As the water was still hot I asked him to change and take bath. I gave my husband’s lungi and a towel. He went to the bath room and took bath. He came out wearing lungi. I took out his wet clothes and put them in the drier of washing machine. When I went to prepare coffee, I remembered that my husband.