I was set up in a marketing company as a clientrepresentative. None of our past was revealed and we had newbackgrounds all verified by the government...if anyone checked. Sarahdecided she had enough work and wanted to stay home and care for ournew home. She could continue to work our and feel whole again. Wetold our neighbors we were sisters and it was cheaper to live in thesame two bedroom condo than have separate homes. No one knew thewiser.I was very happy in my new job. My life was getting. We shared stories, fantasy's, for some reason I could open up to her and not worry about consequences. She never judged my turn on's or fantasy's and if anything, supporting me, and listening allowed me to believe they could happen.However time changes, different partners, more responsibilities.What would you like to do? I asked her. this is your weekend, we always talked about getting away for a weekend, now we've got one..She reminded me that we always talked about a lot of things, We laughed. I panicked. And I was never hornier in my life!But this was wrong, I thought, it's my son, my grown-up, handsome, muscular, smooth-skinned young son, why WAS I having these thoughts? But I couldn't shake them and they grew stronger still as I felt Bobby's evident attraction to me pressed into the soft flesh of my milky white ass in my thong: Bobby's hard-on was firmly poked into those supple cheeks, and he was slowly, almost imperceptibly grinding into his mother's bum!I didn't know what to do,. ***Louise stood in front of the jail. She couldn't really go inside since the building wasn't designed to accommodate centaurs. She paced restlessly until the warden came out with a prisoner and two guards. The prisoner seemed mostly male, although there were the definite effects of the forced feminization that he had undergone. He had breasts, earrings, and a feminine haircut, none of which seemed suited to him. The prisoner also had a beaten, skittish attitude, as though he expected to be.