"He really has beautiful hair. I can't wait to style it." She ran her fingers through it, then brushed it out. John could taste bile in his throat. If...he had control of his muscles he was sure he'd be vomiting right now. As she wiped away the last of his hair along with the cream, she stroked the treated skin on the back of his legs. She bent down to his ear, "It feels much nicer already Johnny. It certainly looks better. Be patient just a few more minutes and we'll get you into your nice. ” He complied without hesitation. Wordlessly Carly did as well. Only now that Sam’s orange keds were removed and the stocking going upward slowly Sam could feel the power transfer. Both siblings were at her feet. One with a shoe pressed to his face and the other running her tongue up the inside of the thigh as the stocking slowly crept to the top. . I’m a regular reader of iss and this is my first story. It is a real one. I felt many stories here were fake ones. I really like sharing and reading real ones. Here it goes.The story of how I made out with a girl in her house.Her name is Nithu from Chennai. Myself Balamurugan. We studied together in school and were lovers. However we broke up after school. When I was in college we again got back in touch and we kissed in a cyber cafe. We also met once in my house, and I touched her boobs over. ..” she then wiggled her little finger in a rather descriptive way. We both cracked up laughing. It seemed that Mom was something of young man admirer and a latent size queen to boot!“What about you Son, are you seeing anyone regularly?”I was, although it was just another fun fling rather than anything serious. “No Mom, you're the only lady in my life,” I replied, in a mock serious voice. She then looked deeply into my eyes, as if searching for the answer to an unposed question. Well, now.