Before she could not complete her sentence, I held her both boobs in my hand.Then I said: Oh mom, just stop making excuses. I know that you need it. I...had seen you masturbating.Hearing this, her cheeks turned red. Then she answered me gently –Mom: Oh, of course, I need it. But you are my son, this is taboo to have sex with your son.I told her that sex is not about society, it’s about you and your pleasure. She just smiled and asked me –Mom: What to do next?I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dream. "Look... I have to follow her. She's... in trouble."Brenda raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Trouble?" Then she grinned. "After what we did, I'm surprised you have anything left, Laura. You are one horny little white girl."Laura shook her head. "It's not that." She tried to look very serious and honest, which at the moment in fact she was. She might want to make love to Charise, her darling Inky, but at this instant she was truly worried about her. "It really isn't. She's pregnant. I think she may. In it's place was what lookedtobe a normal vagina, although I was told that my manhood was stillintact.By the time I was able to go home I was barely used to having breasts,and the ache had slowed down a bit, but the first time I was able tosee my full body in the mirror sent me to shaking. I looked just likea girl! Play time was over; my dream had been realized. I spent weeksgetting used to the new me, learning how to take care of my new parts,mom insisting that I do what she told me so I. ]I called Ava. No one in her family had seen the article yet, as they didn't waste much time reading newspapers. I briefly told her about it, as it was bound to be talked about at school, and left it up to her whether to tell her parents or not. [She didn't at the time, but saved the page until she'd gotten the full story from Julia and me at school, and then she showed her parents the article and provided them with all the missing details, which I thought was pretty smart of her.]Then I.