"She looked at me in shock. "You?" she asked. I nodded. Without a word, she gathered up her packages. She stood up. With just one more glance at me, a... if to reconfirm what her eyes had seen, she turned and walked out the door. Interview over.Danielle and Keisha came in as Mrs. Wentworth clomped down the stairs, and the three of us broke out in laughter. Keisha shook her head."I wish I could have seen her face," she said, trying to catch her breath. "I bet it was priceless." Let's just say I. 'Come down anyway' I replied 'I'll help you'.A few moments later Mum appeared in the living room. She looked fabulous just as I had planned, her thick nylon covered thighs and fat arse really stretching her green dress that she need me to zip up the back for her as it did look a size too small. Her strappy heels really finished off the slutty look. 'I can't believe you're making me dress like this' she said 'my dress is too small, too short, the suspender belt shows through the dress fabric. Above all I was trying to keep my mindoff of how much heavier the bike felt to me now or how much taller itseemed to my slender shorter legs. I tried to keep focus, buteverything just seemed wrong. Everyone gets the pre-race jitters, butthis is the worst I have ever felt. Before all I had to lose was therace. But the stakes were unimaginably higher now. Every rev of thebike reminded me of the new strange sensation in the "saddle". Iscanned my competition. I used to love watching this class. He simply moaned n rubbed himself onto her ass.She loved the sensation he grabbed her hair and pulled it and whispered into her ear "do you wanna be punished" pushing her hips onto his cock. Then let her go. As he was cutting a lime for his beer she moved the stuff out of the way and grabbed his hand and put them on her medium tits. And wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer and said "daddy I"ve been bad punish me, let"s go upstairs" he simply follows, and watches her strip for.