" So, will these go if I stop taking the pills?" I asked."I am not sure," she said. "It might be hard to make flesh disappear. Itmay need surgery. ... am sorry sweetheart. Not a welcome side effect for aboy, but on the positive side, your skin condition is beautiful."She was right. I looked at myself in the mirror. We both put on the newgarments. With them came some gel pads for added shape. With two pads ineach cup the extra flesh on my chest could be pushed into a real cleavage.I looked. She had been trying to get me to try it for years. I had seen her with her pets many times and it was interesting but I never was quite ready to take the plunge.I was out with Bette on dark and slightly rainy night at a local bar across the river. The bar was an old friend of ours and he was also in the same hunting club as Bette’s husband. Well Bette bet me something, I forget what, probably on a basketball game and I lost. The debt to be paid was to be determined later. We do this all the. But they weren't done with me. After a brief respite, they were at my body again and I sucked there black dicks only to prepare it for their further penetration of me. They fucked me again and when I was screaming with lust and abandonment, allowing my body to be fully abused as I was their slut I began to feel a strange sensation inside me. I was close to coming too. Never had I been fucked into coming but here I was, on the verge. And when his dick continued to pound deep inside my pussy, it. I went and got a warm wash cloth and cleaned her cunt, trying to hide what I had just done. She was still sleeping. Let me go back to the start of how I got to this point. My mom had always been a beautiful woman. Among my group of young teenage guys, she rated high on the MILF list. My mom was bottle blonde, she had natural light brown hair. She was petite, maybe a little over one hundred pounds and very sexy with 32 C boobs. She had big brown eyes. She was sexy, and not afraid of her body or.