Like me..."I raise my gaze back to my mother's brilliant blue eyes. "Yes, I know.I don't just look like you... I am you. In every way, I am you with o...eexception, and we'll get to that soon enough." But...But why?" It's pretty simple, sweetheart." I respond in the soft, motherly voiceI now possess. "I want to be you. I've wanted to be you for years. Youknow I wore your clothes when I was younger. I tried to look like you,act like you when I was dressed like you. I wanted your life. To be awife. We sneaked into a bedroom of one of them one day and gravely looked into the pot to see what piddle was in it. Whether we expected to find anything different from what there was in our own chamber pot I do not know. When talking about these things my cousin would twiddle his cock. We wondered how the piddle came out if they wetted their legs and if the hole was near the bum hole, or where; one day Fred and I pissed against each other’s cocks, and thought it excellent fun.I recollect being very. Take Mrs. Featherstone, for instance. Her meds knock her out. I slip into her unit every night — she's always first. I used to tip-toe around but ever since I broke a glass once and got it cleaned up without her waking, I don't even bother. Her bedroom has one of the security lights outside shining in so I can see just as if it were daylight. She sleeps through me moving the sheet and lifting her nightgown. She wears granny panties, which I find incredibly hot. I usually wack off on them and. ” He said, annoyed that Jace isn’t the one helping. I settled in pretty quickly.After putting all my things away I quickly went to shower. It wasn’t anything like Sarah’s multiform shower head with a rapid pulse setting, but it gave me a moment to myself and treat myself to a nice welcome home orgasm. I grabbed my towel and underclothes and scampered away into the upstairs bathroom. I started the water and waited for it to get steamy. In the meantime I slowly undressed myself, watching myself.