When I arrived back, she was on her hands and knees waiting for me to arrive back. I gave her the roll of paper towels and she started rubbing the gro...nd violently. I looked up and in amazement, I saw two, large tits shaking. I was so tempted to reach out or say anything, but thought best if I didn't.When she finished and my eyes got drawn away from the amazing sight, me and her sat on her desk and talked about school; coursework and other random things. I then bravely asked her why she was. Not after how hard I came. How wonderful it was to feel like a woman again. My hand found the shower handle. I twisted it. It hissed on, water falling as I pulled my son to me, lifting my head to kiss him.When had he gotten taller than me?His lips were so hungry on my mouth. His hands were bold. They pushed open my robe, the lose knot coming undone. His hands found my large breasts, squeezing them. I shuddered, loving his touch, feeling like such a whore-mommy for letting my son fondle my big. I am Rohit, 23 years old and from a higher class family. My father is a businessman and unfortunately my parents took divorce and stay in distance. My mother later married with an older man who is a doctor by profession. They live in a city 300 km. Away from my home. My father lives with me, although he didn’t marry any woman. But he carries more than a married life, as I saw lots of his female friends moving around him like honey bees. I used to call them aunty, though I don’t want to. I do. "How do you feel?" Helen asked."Great!" Mark said looking at Helen first then at Susan before adding, "Didn't work did it?" Actually we won't know that until tonight but as far as I'm concerned it did," Helen said."OK, it's your neck! Tonight at nine right?" Mark asked."Tonight at nine!" Helen said taking his hand.Mark was into his forth joke about the school's chancellor and laughing as loud as the guys standing with him when Helen came over and, while touching his forearm, said, "Mark.