I turned scarlet and his jaw dropped. He ran to his room and texted meDaniel. Sorry mom, I broke the rule about no talking, did you delete the picture...?Me. Not yet, I WAS AT WORK, I have never seen anything like this in my life, and stop calling me mom in these messages.Daniel. WHOO! We're good then, but I gotta get my picture off there, you can keep the other ones though. The guys thought it was cool that they went to a hot mom.Me. I am not a hot mom.Daniel. Smokin hot, real blond hair, very. Damnit, I drank too much tonight, and I'm still kind of fuzzy, but--why, baby? Why me?" Because you're big and beautiful and my daddy; because I love you more than I could ever love any other man. Because I want you to keep fucking me until I freak out." B-but--it's all wrong, and people don't do this sort of thing--I mean--" It's already done," she answered, feeling much wiser and older than him. "We've already screwed, so that can't be changed. So why not do it right, with you knowing who I. Still, that's why they made the voices the way they were. The desire to be one mind again definitely ensured their partners' safety during the transformation. It was a shame that the sub-person's reason for keeping her safe wasn't quite as altruistic as it appeared. With that, the control voice fucked Nat' mind in the most literal sense, sliding into a warm, sensitive gap in her personality with the tenderness and care of a lover. "Just wants me for my mind-body."Complete, and feeling a. As I stroked, I looked at the hooks of the bra, the adjustment sliders, the little bow between the cups, I knew that I would be wearing this very womanly brassiere very soon.I put the bra aside, and rooted around the pile of lingerie until I found just the pair of panties I was looking for. I was not looking for typically sexy panties... I wanted a pair of her 'everyday' panties. Panties a housewife would wear when leading the life of a typical woman. And I found the perfect pair. Looking like.