LolDifferent work assignments on base claimed a different bar as their own. The bomb loaders had a bar. We munitions specialists had a bar which was m... favorite. There were no go-go’s here so we got a break from buying drinky-drinkies for the girls. The other bars played dance music and here it was early 60’s Southern Rock most of the time.It was a funky bar complete with a sign saying; “Please wipe your feet before entering the street.” I thought it was funny, but evidentially the floor use to. My breasts were this entirely new package of flesh. It waslike my butt, there's clearly more bounce, more weight there. And I hadthese hips that spread to support that butt, my fleshier thighs, and thiswhole new feeling in my lower anatomy. I was thin but there was thatlittle pouchy feeling of my tummy. Having a vagina is a big change too. Kind of an understatement I guess.But you adjust. It did feel different peeing, but it was very simple todo that sitting. Forget the sexual aspects to. My dick grew hard again and as I beat off for a third time I imagined my mom’s lips wrapped around my dick. I imagined pushing it deep into her mouth and down her throat. I came a third time. Shortly thereafter I fell asleep. In the morning before I woke I dreamed about sticking my dick in mom’s pussy after she begged me to do it. I woke wet and sticky from coming all over myself.In the shower I again thought of the many combinations that I had used to beat off the night before. Again I. It struck her suddenly, and I could do nothing.With Mom gone, the only relative around to take care of me was her younger sister. I had never seen my Aunt much growing up. I don't think she and Mom got along. She was twenty-two when she began caring for me. She was single, and had little use for a five year old boy.However, my Aunt took me in. For a while, I presumed that it was because she was my only kin, and that she didn't want me raised by strangers. I later found out that it was because.