My fingers just slid through my brown hair and felt nothing. A chill squeezed my heart. I stared at my son in astonishment. “It really vanished.”�...�Yes, Mom.”“And you really have to listen to what I say?”“Yeah,” he groaned, his face twisting. “It feels so weird.”“Who is the girl you have a crush on?”“Kimmie,” he answered, wincing. “Oh, no.”I clapped my hands in delight. “Kimmie Dawson? Mrs. Dawson's daughter?”He nodded, his cheeks flushing.“That's wonderful, Davie.” I looked at him, so glad I was. And all those rounded curves were dancing and jiggling with each stroke of my hips. This is what I loved; this was ME, fucking a sexy hot femme woman. And, judging from the sounds she was making and from the way those padded hips were rocking back to me in time with each of my strokes, she was enjoying it nearly as much as I was.Of course Nan's influence had laid its not terribly subtle hand on this date, at least up to the present moment. I had invited Jessica to dinner at a nice restaurant. It was turning her own like hell. Never before had she thought of taking control, but eventually, the noise of him crying became an annoyance. “Hey, my breasts could use some love’n hun,” she said. She stopped riding him and watched him struggle to disobey. He couldn’t though because she now had complete control of his body. Lightning flashed, and it brought Mina out of her memory. The boom of thunder that followed sent her insides shaking. It was an annoyance now, but she fell back into. She laid on the bed facing me, opened her legs revealing her very wet hairy pussy and began playing with herself. I was watching and becoming so aroused that the cock cage was digging into my swollen cock. "You are a very naughty boy for enjoying watching your slutty wife," she kept repeating. My cock now was dripping pre cum. She crawled over and wiped it with a little pair of used panties from the linen basket. I was made to watch as she filled her pussy with several of her favorite dildoes..