“Mistress,” I shot at her quickly. “You will call me Mistress and nothing more.” “Yes Mistress,” she nodded her head and looked down at th... ground. “Look at me,” I ordered. She brought her eyes up to mine and I fell in love with her all over again. This goddess of a woman was in love with me, giving herself over to me and not asking any questions. This was what true love felt like. I smiled at her, slipping my robe away from my body. Her eyes moved away from mine and took in my body. She had. I thought about this all night and found myself playing with my now wet click and I was in some serious need of a cock or several for that matter. Having sex with my own son was something I had never even considered but I was curious what it would be like.The next day, I woke up and was having my coffee when my son called me on the phone and asked if he could bring some buddies of his over to hang out and use the pool. I of course agreed and that next Saturday night, he and about 6 of his. Then his young daughter seized his quivering cock in one fist and began jerking on it with obscene fervor.To Mark Jensen, upstanding citizen of Rockville, respected pillar of his community, this was one of the most depraved, joyous moments of his entire life. His own beautiful, innocent daughter was jerking him off while he was tenderly fingerfucking her. And she loved it, at least as much as he did.Low animal moans were coming from Marsha's throat as she fervently kissed him, and from the feel. The desire to immerse myself in femininity again was increasing so that I found myself constantly thinking about soft lingerie, the sensual feel of nylons and the pleasure of wearing a dress. "Uncle Victor, can I talk to you as a doctor?" he asked after a long silence."Of course," I said, glancing up from my magazine. "What's the problem?" I think I'm turning into a girl."That really got my attention. "What makes you think that?" I asked."Well lots of things," he began, "For a start I'm nearly.