“Oh my gosh mom!” her oldest daughter exclaimed as her eyes looked up and down, “Where are you going? TV commercial?”“No,” Katie’s face ...lushed bright red as what filled her mind was “Mommy’s going to go get fucked by a young cock this morning,” but what came out of her mouth was, “I’m ... I’m,” She sighed deeply, “I’m just meeting with some friends.”“Do we have time to call dad?” her son asked innocently, “I want to tell him about my game.”It was like a knife was stabbed in her back. Her. I let her shower first, terrified of making a move on her. What if she laughed at me? She had a boyfriend, she was older and probably more experienced, and fear of fears, what if she didn't like me that way? She came out of the bathroom in a terry robe, barefoot, with her hair wrapped in a towel."Your turn," she smiled, and sat on the edge of the bed.I nervously hurried through washing and rinsing, my mind awhirl and my nipples aching.I chose a calf length cotton wrap with skimpy panties. As my mind wandered from point A to B to P to S, my boss' voice rang out from across the quiet store."Alice, you almost done with setting up those new arrivals? We open soon and I want them done before people show up," she ordered. My boss, Chloe, was my opposite in nearly every way. She was taller than I was by about five inches, placing her around 6'1" or 2. Her hair was blonde and was always tied up into a messy bun while mine was dark brown and curly as it cascaded past my shoulders down my. I could even turn myself into a pair of her panties if I wanted. Anything. I could be close to her and she wouldn't even know it (God am I creepy). Maybe that was wrong of me but what could it hurt really? I talked myself out of it a few times. 'Jesus, Alex, Don't be a creep. Be a normal dude. Ask her to the prom.' But, of course, I knew that she was probably already going to the prom with someone else.So again I gave in to temptation. I snuck into her room, which, by the way, was a really.