As I left, I bent over to kiss Dan on the forehead and hug him and accidentally brushed his forearm with my breast. I will tell this part as Dan told...me. I lay on the lounge and quickly drifted off to sleep. I had a dream that I will remember always. In my dream, my Grandma was sunbathing in the nude and she asked me to apply sun lotion to her back and her large breasts. This was the first time I had ever dreamt about my Grandma like that. While I was sleeping, Grandma returned home early as. That'swhy we're rubbing it on your arms as well as the rest of you. Now, spreadyour ass cheeks so I can get all the hair off of your pussy." "My pussy? Don't you mean my asshole?" No, this is no longer your asshole. An asshole is to shit with or for aman to get fucked in. Your not a man any longer. Your pussy is going to betrained to take a cock, a dildo and anything else Mistress or her guestsmight want to shove in it. Also, you no longer have a penis. This is yourclit. It will never be used. In strode Mr.Smith, my deflowerer from the previous night. With eyes for my Motheronly, he was soon pulling her into a fierce embrace and kissing her withabandon. They snogged for several minutes, whilst she helped him shedhis outer clothing and before long he stood in the middle of my Mother'sbedroom wearing only a pair of red silk boxers.With obvious reluctance, he pulled away from the embrace of my Mother,but I noticed that he was very gently fingering her soaking wet pussy,as he turned to. Oh, god. And then I must have let out a squeak as my finger found my swollen clit. The paper-on-pussy sounds stopped abruptly, but I thought to myself, fuck it. Let's get on with my own work.I began to get into the act of masturbation and to hell with the noise. I could hear myself and now I could smell myself: the aroma of aroused woman on a tear. My wet pussy was making distinct smacking and sloshing noises. It turned me on, and I kept going. I was close, which surprised me. I had been at it.