All in all she was a good looking girl, only one thing bothered me. Melissas hair was to short so she had to wear a wig all the time. But then I got a... idea. Melissa no longer was afraid to go out onto the streets as a woman so one day we both left the apartment to go shopping. After shopping lots of new outfits and shoes for both of us, we went to a hairdresser and Melissa got her first female haircut. It was a modern female short haircut and both of us were amazed. Even though it was her own. Apparently CENTCOM didn’t trust us to be able to do that. Yeah, organizational mistrust runs rampant in human society. Rumor has it that CENTCOM is made up of politically-connected hacks with fake CAPs. That would explain a lot. But maybe that mistrust is simply a useful survival mechanism built into us from ages ago, one that might no longer serve its useful purpose. It’s damn frustrating to see the effect it’s having on us here. It’s making the war harder to win.We were going to have to meet. I knew that to insert my penis into my MotherÂ’s vagina would be to vitiate my earliest memories of her and render them worthless. I was still her progeny with a desire to please and my acquiescence would be expected no matter how base her desires. I understood that my entrance into manhood depended on this very moment and that until my penis was finally inside my Mother, I would always be just her c***d.Staring at me in a piercing manner through squinting eyes she watched me keenly. I could. My name is Abhishek Mishra. I am 25, software engineer in an IT firm. I came in her contact through ISS. And I am glad that it happened. Guess I was lucky!The day finally came when we decided to meet. Both of us wanted to have sex that was for sure. We decided to meet in the evening in a pub named Bora Bora in Bandra. The first time I saw her my jaw dropped … she was a stunning beauty with 36D boobs, well highlighted by her tight red top. Her boobs jutted out like prisoners and was making me.