"I could say nothing. I was drawn to her like a moth to a light, but I knew the result for me would be worlds more pleasing than any moth ever experie...ced!She was already on the bed, patting the mattress beside her as I entered the room. Candles were glowing softly in the bedroom and she had our favorite homemade CD playing. Removing my clothes, I laid down beside her. Our passion and desires grew stringer and quickly as we kissed, cuddled, and enjoyed each other.I was soon being forced on my. For the first time in her 50 years she had a cock to compare to her husband’s. She felt her panties dampen as she recalled her encounters with her son. Both were high risk, awakening the latent adventuress in her.She felt the conflict and moral ambiguity of that forbidden relationship. That first time on the airplane may be charged off to too much alcohol and mistaken identity. However, there was no excuse for the other morning on the kitchen floor. Her son took her. Her pussy moistened as she. He had long nails- as long as agirl's! That can't be!The pain in his hips suddenly stopped but his ankles burned where thehands had gripped them. He looked down. The hands had released him, buthe was now lying partially in a large hole. The bunny suit lookedsmaller and now tighter. The arms were missing. His hips felt so...different.Suddenly a mist surrounded him and he felt himself lifted by theshoulders and pinned to the tree.He looked down into the face of the thing holding him there. . Her tities love attention, like there was a direct line between her nipples and her clit. One Friday night, I told her to dress slutty as she could imagine an escort might, and we would go out to the city for the weekend. She took me at my word and when she came down from changing upstairs, she had on a dress that clung in all the right places, with a slit up the side. She had on a garter belt to hold up her fishnet stockings, but nothing else underneath. She had put on her makeup and made up.