Wouldn't it be nice to say that the next day was the same? That Mom continued playing the same innocent "I'm just your mom" game until her evening mut...tion into my woman. But the next day was different. The first day I had tried so hard to make a special connection, and the second day I resigned myself to the "I'm just your mom" gig, but the third day was Saturday and all of us were home all day.One difference was that I stayed home whereas usually I hung out with my friends until dinner and. Instead of trying to grip all of the magic around me, I fixated on just that section – the glowing magic embedded in the wall in front of me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, clenched, and shoved – harder than I’d ever pushed before, the effort feeling like I was trying to bench-press a mountain, leaving me breathless.The magic scattered, like leaves blown in hurricane-force winds. I could almost physically feel the shockwave of the magic failing, and heard Wulf yelp behind me. When I. She then walked around the lit open room an came back in front of the window , she was holding a dildo , she then slid off her thong , she had blondish brown hair an her pubes were brown as she toss them off she sat on the edge of the bed facing Me she then opened her legs an was rubbing her open gash , I could see she was wet as her middle finger went inside her , she seem to be smiling at me as I jacked off slowly trying not to cum . She then took the dildo an slid it inside her as her mouth. Theskirt hem was far shorter than I liked, being only about two inchesbelow my panties and the slip is only an inch shorter.No need for tights today as the weather was promised to be quite warmso I slipped my feet into my short white socks and then my black schoolshoes with the stacked 2 inch heels (the highest allowed).Finally, I brushed my hair out and tied it into a high-set pony taildecorated with a pink satin ribbon, sprayed a touch of perfume andadded my ear-rings with their very tight.