All this teasing, slightly sweeping the feathers over her spread lips, was driving her mad. She could feel her insides heating and spreading, lubricat...ng and lengthening for a tool, any tool. With one deft movement, she tossed her feather-duster, catching the other end deftly in her right hand. It was like she’d been a baton-twirler or a cheerleader or something. Wait, she had been, hadn’t she? Sometimes she liked to try the outfit on when she went home alone. Oh, that was why she didn’t. She’d have her medical student starting in September, which was unfortunate, as that meant they missed my visit.Once the exam was finished, I had a new set of tests - a complete vision exam and a complete audiological exam, both by specialists.“New avenues of investigation?” I asked.“More baselines,” Mary replied. “Given that we don’t know what’s wrong or how it might progress, the course of investigation needs to look at literally everything. I wasn’t surprised that your vision is very good. While the loud, rhythmic clicking of theirpreposterously high heels hitting the pavement dominated, he could alsohear several of the boys mumbling as they tried to speak through theirclenched lips.Their six identical bodies were all ramrod straight, marching withspeed and coordinated precision. Their heads however, the only portionsof their bodies unaltered, were anything but coordinated. While some ofthem shook back and forth in protest, Bobby hung his low in shame andfear. The rest looked. Ian sat on the bed next to his mother with his stiffness in his fist. The film was forgotten entirely since he was focussed entirely upon his beautiful mother and her scarlet cunt. He wanked hard as he heard the obscene squelching of Annette's fingers as she flashed her oily digits in and out of her sex.'Mum, this is so, so hot,' Ian groaned. 'I…I…'He was lost for words. There was nothing he could say that could describe what he felt at that moment. His mother was beautiful. To see her in such.