I asked her to stay. She looked at my room and told me that as my bed is too small if I want we can go to the adjoining room. I said ok and felt my co...k already standing up.We went to the room and I switched on the lights. But she switched it off, instead she threw open the curtains. It was drizzling outside and but there was some light coming in, courtesy the street lights.She sat on the bed and asked me do you really want to continue because I am your mother and if anyone gets news about it,. Behavior-wise, however, women resemble their male counterparts in many respects, being quicker to respond to situations with violence, be more aggressive in general, etc. They also have much higher libido.Their height is virtually identical to that of men so women are on average the same. This is something that extends to their ability to gain muscle mass as well. Rather than the lithe form most women attain in our world by sticking to an exercise regimen they can have equally large muscles as. Again I looked at the dress. Slowly an erotic plan was forming in my young head.Again I lifted out the golden hair, I stepped toward mirror and placed it upon my head, Grandma had left all of the hair pins still in place as the hair was held up... still looking in the style of the 1800's. It was up, but still very loose. I stood there and smiled at my mirror, imitating the coy way a girl would have been. I walked across the hall and slowly pushed the door to my parent's room open.On the other. "Head up, bitch," I snapped, "Look at me. I want to see the humiliation in your eyes, you little cunt." Claire looked up, her cheeks blushing. As she lifted her eyes up to mine, I spat into her face. A thick gobbet of saliva hit her between the eyes and trickled down over her nose. "Don't ever ignore me again when I'm speaking to you, understand?" I said. Claire nodded her head in acquiescence.Slowly I removed the white cloth from the tray revealing the object lying on it. It was a leather.