For this she wanted first me, time, room and environment when she can be, without any interruption, what she wants to be, realizing all her fantasies ...nd wishes. Then she took me to the dressing room. She was in a most dominant mood and looked it; the tight black leather skirt hugging and framing her pronounced waist, stretching over the wide flaring hips, rounded belly and jutting behind, outlining every contour of her full thighs, the line continuing to the shiny laced boots. ?Now, slave. Something in her eyes reassured me, but somehow I could tell that shewasn't being truthful.I lay back down though. "Explain."Dad came in with the doctor right then. "Good, you woke up," the doctorsaid."What happened?" I said again more forcefully."Nicholas," Mom started. "...I don't think there's any easy way toexplain, but you manifested last night and went through a majorburnout." I'm a mutant?!?!?" I asked surprised."Your mother and I both carried the gene recessively, but we figuredyou were. Some incredibly obscene, others were cute. "Mom, would she'd have a heart attack saw these." Thought JoeJoe then sighed. He wasn't going to show his mother anything, but it was a nice fantasy. Joe walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where Jane was slurping down cold leftover soup. Hey bro. Hope you saved that paper onto a disk." She said as she smirked."I didn't." Said JoeJo frowned and made himself a bowl of cereal. As he poured the milk, his sister Jane put her bowl in. I had originally put up in the door of my bedroom with her in mind. I was planning on tying her hands there so I could slowly trace every inch of her with my lips and feel her tremble. Looks like she turned my own kinks against me. Placing her hands over mine, she squeezed my hands to the bar, whispering in my ear not to move. I nodded stupidly under my blindfold, my head spinning with what might come next. She untied my shoes and took off my belt. I heard them hit the floor as she pulled.