"I am a man."She looked at him incredulously, her eyes studying his furred form and the billowing mane of brown hair about his neck. "You're like no m...n I've seen before."She didn't want to doubt him, but she still felt the need to inquire further. Her mind demanded to know the answers."I would doubt that you had seen any like me." His nostrils flared for a moment, as he smelled the air, detecting her scent across the small glade. It was clean and only spiced with the slightest bit of salty. " Mom!" I sighed not wanting to face that issue. But I knew at least oneboy for sure would want to see me in my new bikini so mom wasn't toofar off the mark.The next day, as I was packing I found myself wondering if Jason wouldlike some of the things I was planning to wear. I found it interestingthat I would even be concerned about Jason's reaction to some of myplanned outfits. But for some reason it was important to me that heliked the way I looked and dressed.Mom came into my room that night. Teasingly she lowered the now loose garment over her left shoulder to reveal a thin black strap before lowering the other arm and slipping the dress fully off her shoulders. I was certainly getting turned on by this subtle striptease and all the more so when I saw the light purple and black basque she had underneath be revealed.She let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it before bending down giving me a fantastic view of her arse which was framed in the most gorgeous matching. “Come here and see what you did,” the emcee said. Mr. Huge stepped out on the stage and looked “surprised”. He wasn’t surprised, of course. It was the act. Dee looked self-assured and gestured that the hump contained his baby. Dee danced around the pole and slipped off her clothes. The crowded cheered. Mr. Huge looked perplexed. “FUCK DEE! FUCK DEE! FUCK DEE! FUCK DEE!” The crowd chanted. Dee danced up to Mr. Huge and kissed him. Then she sank down to her knees and took is now erect cock in.