At home, he would never ask if he could urinate in front of me. This was a boundary that I was not sure we should be crossing. But I tried not to over...eact; after all, we did only have the one bathroom that we were sharing. Bryan came in, and stood in front of the commode for an extended period of time. I had to look. I pulled back the shower curtain and saw him standing there... his back towards me. "What is wrong honey?" "Nothing, I just can't seem to go now... I don't know why." I could. ”“I thought you’d never ask,” she smiled, giving my trapped erection a malicious tweak.Forty minutes later we were sitting opposite each other in the now-infamous booth in the bar Julie had just left, the second round of large, strong, ostentatious cocktails before us. We were both feeling more than a little squiffy, as Alice liked to put it.The bar was quite busy but the early evening revellers were heading home leaving plenty of room for the more hardened drinkers and those heading on to. "Everything came back to me. I stood up unsteadily and each of my he-shehelpers took one of my arms. I still didn't like them touching me, butwasn't as bothered by it as before, because of whatever had been in thatspray, no doubt. Carmel took a hand mirror and held it low and at anangle, so I could view what they had done to me below the waist. Igasped. Where my penis and testicles should be there was the perfectimage of a hairless female vulva, so realistic that no one could haveknown it. He wanted to go and see her too. They had talked earlier. He had done his homework already but the night was rolling on and he grew excited as well as a little horny. He wanted to go and somehow be with his mom. That next night, after ten in the evening, she was lying in bed. Wearing only a t-shirt and panties, she was ready to fall asleep. Although she hadn’t she heard something but disregarded it nonetheless. “Mom” he said quietly. “Yes dear?” she answered as she lay on her side. “Umm, can I.