He felt an odd hunger, and ran tothe bathroom, turning on all the lights. The heatlamp over the shower was particularly'nourishing'. He sat in the sho...er, drinking inenergy. In his exhaustion, he fell asleep....Brandon woke up in the shower, cramped, stiff,and disoriented. He pulled himself out of thestall, and rolled his neck, hoping to work thekink out of it. He glanced in the mirror.Everything looked normal. He was a boy. Hewas as certain as he could be that what he'dremembered actually. "They all got dressed and walked out like zombies. My crotch hurt, but itwas getting better. I wasn't sure if it was because of who I was nowthat I was able to deal with that or if there was less pain than therewould have been if I was a mere mortal, but in any event, once they wereall gone, I went into the bedroom, found a bag in the closet, andstarted throwing as much as I could into the bag. In total I filled upthree bags, made sure I got all the underwear and bras, most of thehanging close. "You, well... you know, you pushing your hard young manhood makes me want to take care of it for you, sometimes I wish... well oh damn it!"I was now hard and about to shoot my load, as I was snuggling up to my Mums large breast wondering if I should reach down and jack off and shoot my load. Damn I was hot.I did not have to wonder for long as Mum reached down and took my young cock in her hand and gently ran her fingers under my balls and moved them around as she pulled me hard and said, "My. Otherwise, I’m okay I think. Thanks for taking care of me last night. I could barely open my eyes and my head was throbbing bad.”“You’re welcome, baby. It’s my job to take care of you. I’m glad you’re feeling better. We can move your pillow to my bed next time so you’re more comfortable. I like you staying in my bed so I can make sure you’re okay.”I rubbed his body, tightening my embrace. His cute butt pushed against my pubic mound and my breasts flattened against his upper back. He put.