“This is… yours and Mom's bed. I always fantasized that we'd do it in my bed.”I set one knee on the bed and laid her gently in the middle. Then ... peeled down the covers of Mom’s side.“Come on baby, get in my bed.”She scrambled into the silky sheets, giggling. I went to the linen closet and dug deep, and managed to find a couple old brown towels from a set we didn't use anymore. I rolled Ash over to the side, spread out the towels, then rolled her back on top of it so she was nice and centered. I'm in heaven. She asks if I'm ready and slowly starts to sink it in my ass. I cannot believe how great it feels or how dirty I feel with my ass totally vulnerable to her desires. I beg for her to sink it deeper. She obliges and sends another wave of pleasure thru my body. By now, I'm totally impaled on her cock and can do nothing but to submit to her fucking. She loves it. She is going to town on my ass and she is getting off on it. She tells me how wet her pussy is and how I'm going to eat. We both worked for Curtis Distributors Inc. a business with operations in half a dozen Midwestern states. She'd been Robert Curtis', the CEO's secretary. But, for the past five years, she had been working in records. It had been a promotion for her, like I said; actually, she ran the place. Me? I was a field agent—sounds better than salesman—responsible for wholesaling dry goods, mostly clothes, but some other things to supermarkets and the like. I was pretty good at it. Not number one, but no. The reason behind this was obvious. Not used to having breasts I was off balance.Only one more step and that was not long in coming. I could feel my penis start to shrink as it and the ball sack slowly retreated into my body. As it stopped I looked over and found myself staring at an exact copy of my old self."Hi Amanda, how do you feel?" I feel sort of strange but a nice strange." I replied. "How about you?" You don't know how long I have waited for this moment. I was a tomboy in my early.