" Ok I dare you to fuck your mom."I began to pick up the doll."No, not the doll,your real mom," Ok but, what if she dosn't want to do it with me?" She...will don't worry."We both got out of the bath and when Mike began to but on clothes I told him to just keep the bikini on and go around like that or naked since I did'nt care.We continued Our day as normal.The next day went well as well but on friday is when I planned it all out, I would fuck my mom on that day.She had stayed home that day.I. But beforethat there was one more thing I had to tell her, embarrassing as it wasfor me."Darling," I had to phrase this correctly, but I couldn't think how Icould sugar coat it, "you know I told you that I was in part brought upby the maids in our household? Well, just for a game, when I was veryyoung, they used to dress me up in their uniforms and tell me I was ajunior maid.The problem is, that as I got older, I began to enjoy being dressed up.I still do." I hung my head at this shameful. “But you want to tell your parents, don’t you?”There is a tiny nod of acknowledgement.“And if you were to tell them, you’d feel powerful.Cynthia pulls in a little hiss of breath, but doesn’t release it.“Then maybe you could be free.”She draws more air in.“Then we can be together permanently, maybe as husband and wife.”There is a small whine as she fills her lungs some more. Her smallish breasts strain her towel.“Thinking about it makes you feel horny.”“Yes!” she explodes. Her hips jerk, one. I, myself, wore nothing except a cock-ring that Jess had put on me. We had debated about whether or not I should be aroused for the strange guy that we were going to be serving; I felt that my erection would be intimidating; not because of my size – I’ve established my lack of that already; but merely because guys are inherently uncomfortable around other guys’ erections. Call it homophobia if you will, but it is a fact.In the end though, Jess’ opinion that I should be erect won out. Her plans.