"Why are you looking at your Mother's panties anyway?" I asked of Jake. he seemed flustered as to my question. "I AM your Mother, and you should not b... looking at my panties" It was about then that Jake got a smile on his face and extended a hand for me to get off the couch, "C'mon Mom, lets get you cleaned up after your trip" He took my hand and led me to my bedroom I had thought that he would just leave me by my door, but he came into my bedroom with me and sat me down on the bed. "I know. "What's that?" Jen asked innocently."Well, that's where there is a hole in the wall of the booth, and the man puts his dick through, and gets a blow job from a mystery girl on the other side," the clerk explained."And how would a girl go about getting a job like this?" my wife inquired, making me look at her with a raised eyebrow."Well, they audition. We send a girl who is interested into the middle booth, and when a 'customer' goes in, we watch her performance. If she does good, we work her. With those breasts and your willie tucked away out of sightyou'll be able to really BE a woman, and that will help us win that fatcash prize." She blew on the last polished toe. "Ok, let's hit the sack.We've got a long day tomorrow and we'll have to start early." You want me to sleep like this?" I stammered."Of course, silly! You're a gal now, remember. Besides, I've only gotenough solvent to remove those breasts and hip pads once, so you'restuck ....heehee.....," she sputtered, "with them. . I think I enjoyed that too much.”“What do you mean, ‘too much’?” she asked. “You were really good, believable, and you made me come doing that.”“Looking back, it scares me just how easy it was for me to hit you. Not just the slaps across the face, after you scratched my arm, or hit me. But really beating you hard; your arse is covered in all these big red welts and bruises. I’ve never hit anyone, not a woman before, and I think any guy who beats up a woman is a scumbag; but ... there I was,.