It wasn’t something frisking me. It was something ... clinging to me.Or more accurately, someone hugging me and shivering. I was soon completely awa...e and alert, and looked at the the small shivering mass that had decided to hold on to me. It was a very cold night, the way nights in Chicago can get in the middle of February. People used to sleeping out of doors get used to the cold, and usually also dress appropriately.I was wearing a thick undershirt, a work shirt, long underwear, my usual. It felt good and I started to moan and told her that I was going to cum. She put my cock in her mouth and swallowed my whole load.She decided to stay the night and we fucked a couple more times. She wanted me to use my dildo on her ass. She said he had never tried it in the ass. I grabbed it and also the lube. She was ready for it. I placed to against her asshole and slowly put it in. I also put my cock in her pussy, she was having an orgasm and moaning. I shot my load again in her. In the. Instead I tried to calm things down,"It's ok, Mom. I just won't use the bathroom during school. And If it'san emergency, I'll go to the nurses' room. It won't be too long beforeyou find a way to change me back anyways. Right? Then things can goback to normal."A cascade of emotions played across my mother's beautiful face, andevery one opened up a pandora's box of conflicting feelings at my core.There was something she wasn't telling me. Something important. I couldfeel it. And I knew that. There are plenty of witnesses who would back my contention that the punishment was a vindictive response to your being shown to be wrong."Her glare disappeared and was replaced with a look of anger mixed with uncertainty. "All right, class, use the rest of the period to study quietly," she said, and sat down at her desk, shoulders hunched and fists clenched, and stared at the students around the room. Soon she relaxed a little and began going through her folders.Well, I suppose I might hear.