What was Anil trying to convey? Anita protested mildly, when she should have shouted at him.I mumbled something incoherently, which meant that he migh... go ahead, that I was fine, etc. After a few minutes of awkwardness, I asked him, if I could leave and then I returned home. However, I kept thinking about the situation. I became desperate to fuck Anita.I decided to follow Anil’s plan. I knew that Anil craved for my wife Nina. I could see it in his eyes. I encouraged him to talk about my wife. The bras muffled the bells so theyabandoned them. Instead she insisted he wear heels around the house, justso she could hear them clicking.As for his hips, the extra layer of fat that they grew made his clothesfit so much better. He had the perfect hourglass shape and could sashayaround like a princess.After some months his breasts had grown to nine tenths of their targetsize. A Goldilocks size, not too big and not too small. He could feeltheir heft and sense them moving when he walked. Now. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far from any other abnormal situation, the sodden mass of linen was awash with cum."Shit, shit, shit, shit... shhhit!" I leapt out of the sticky mess, my dick, balls, and thighs were matted in cum. My hard cock was scything through the air, flinging droplets of cum, as it continued to ooze.*Puh puh puh*Clearly, I'd been too loud in my panic. I could hear my mum's dainty footsteps making their way ever closer to my room. No doubt, she. Thick wads of his ejaculate hit the back of the her throat, her lips clamped around the base of his cock as she lapped at it with her long tongue.After a moment she rose, running her tongue across her soft lips to clean away a strand of his pearly ejaculate that was clinging to them. She pulled his face into her naked bosom, wrapping her arms around his head as he nuzzled her soft skin.“Was it good?”“Yeah, you did a good job.”She released him and planted a kiss on his cheek. Her long, furry.