..we moved down south mid April and I got the new office open and everything was going well and we had finally settled into our new home and back to g...ing nude around the house, my hours changed from night to days so that meant I would be home during the evenings and night (oh boy), everything was fine until I came home and walked past my sons room only to find him stroking his dick to porn and of course I stood there in a trance watching finding myself getting wet so I decided I would go into. He dipped his head between my legs and I instinctively closed my thighs. He forced them apart again. Then, he licked the length of my sex. "You're nasty," I told him. He responding with a flicking and fluttering tongue that left me gasping for breath. He slid and slithered. While he did, he put a finger inside me. I could tell when it became two and then three. He spread his fingers, opening me. He turned and twisted them. I clutched at the thin cotton shift and pulled it higher. He added a. " "Don't it feel great?" "Of course. You know I love it." "I bet you haven't gotten tied down in months. Maybe years." A bloom of red spread across my face. "Nuh-uh!" "Uh-huh." "Is not." "Is so." We bickered like little kids until we both started laughing. This was why I loved Wren-besides his bastard side, he was so smart and caring and always knew how to make me laugh. But I remembered how he hurt me by telling me I had to have sex with him. Then again...he had been drunk. His face turned. Otherwise he was naked. He frowned in confusion before noticing that he was more than naked. His thatch of hair on his chest, his pubes, his legs had been shaved away. He was shaved smooth, bald. Instinctively, his hand moved to his head. His black hair, his expensive haircut, was gone too. His head was bald.Rob staggered to his feet, tears of fear stinging the corner of his eyes, and looked at the door across the room. A simple door. An escape. Staggering towards it, he stopped.