"Honey, you have to learn to stop being impatient", my mom said. I looked at my mom walking down the stairs. She was 42 and had a very lovely body. Sh... had blonde hair, nice legs, firm tits and a sweet ass. When I was growing up I always imagined her as a young Madonna. I had a hard on immediately. Right then I wanted to turn my mother around and start to bang her ass. But I knew I had to wait."I made you some breakfast” my mother said invitingly enough. My mother walked into the kitchen. ’ A tear started to form at the corner of her eye. ‘Spit it out and stop worrying about what I’ll think.’ ‘Well, in my dream you decide to take a dump when your finished pissing and after your done…’ She gulped as she dug for the strength to finish the story. I was just about to snap her out of it with a sharp slap to the face when she started again. ‘You made me lick you clean. It was disgusting but I really kind of liked it.’ Her tears were flowing freely now and I was truly intrigued.. They didn't know what I was talking about! I was told to pick a convenient spot and let go. This would have to change! Some people were actually going inside the cave! I walked into the shadows and relieved myself, making use of some handy leaves to clean up.When I got back, my bravery was much admired. Between the wild animals and the evil spirits, I had shown a lot of courage in risking my life that way. I must really be confident of the protection offered by the gods! Shit! That jolted me. I. Well what do you call yourself? I mean in your mind?" I go back and forth, it's confusing." Do you call yourself Charlotte when you're dressed?" Most of the time. Not all the time. Sometimes I'll get this oddfeeling. I feel like Charles even when I'm all dolled up." Herwhispering was quiet now. She started leading Ms. Hughes away from thecrowd. "Then I feel like a crossdresser."Ms. Hughes whispered back. "You know I'm a little worried about whatyour mom is going to say about Charlotte."Now.