’ ‘Nope.’ ‘But you have a sword. And a horse. And you kill people. That’s what soldiers do.’ ‘All true, kiddo, but still nope.’ ‘Wha... are you, then?’ ‘A murderer.’ She sat silently for a moment, then announced softly that she would like to be a murderer, too. I almost told her that no, she wouldn’t, but it would have been a lie. There are far worse things to be than a murderer. A murderee, for instance. She caught my eye and held it and I knew she knew I knew it, too. ‘You can teach me,’ she. She leaned over and kissed Denise, harder and with more emphasis. Their lips parted and Anne tasted Denise’s tongue as it crept into her mouth. Suddenly their hands were everywhere; pinching nipples, stroking clits, sliding into wet, hot cunts, in mouths and through hair. Denise sat back and brought Anne’s face down to her pussy; Anne dove in between her thighs and began to forcefully tongue-fuck her cunt. “Oh, shit yes,” Denise whispered, “I’ve wanted that since I saw you.” Anne’s. I saw my mother looking for about two seconds at my growing dick before she layed her head back again and closed her eyes. The fact that we were acting so normal, pretending like if nothing is happening, was extremely arrousing."Aren't you a bit uncomfortable there sweetie? You can take your underwear off if you want, you know, because of the heat. There's nothing i haven't seen already darling, i'm your mother after all." she said in a calm voice with her eyes still closed, her body facing. Just then she was distracted by the weight of her head as she noticed that she now had longer hair, it was now down to the middle of her back. As she looked down, she noticed her legs getting leaner and her hated manhood getting smaller and then disappearing. The bulge in her panties was now gone, and her view was blocked of that area by the pair of budding breasts that were now expanding. She'd always dreamed about large breasts, but these... they were wonderful, large and full, and still.