My mousey brown hair was styled and dyed withblond highlights. The style of skirt worn by the majority of girls was afigure hugging short skirt instea... the longer pleated type that I wore.I even resorted to pad out my bra with tissue to add a little shape toby bust, for a couple of days I even tried wearing mini skirts, but Ihad to wear a girdle to hold down my little man, the girdle was way toouncomfortable so I abandoned wearing mini skirts. I tried to vary my style of dress to fit in with. Staring at my reflection, I wanted to play with myself. I was thathorny. I knew, though, when Mommy said be good or else, I should be agood girl. Crawling into the living room, I felt my nipples brushagainst the floor just as I got to Mommy. She was sitting on the couch,sipping from a glass of wine. "Mmm... good girl. I see you noticedMommy's special present to you."Part of me wanted to object to what had occurred to me, but a larger partof me wanted more. "Yes, Mommy." I giggled, the. The journey down to the uni was pleasant and we managed to get their within four hours. My son was very excited to be finally leaving our home and living uni life for a couple of years. When we arrived we got to look round the different buildings and to see what the university had to offer.By the afternoon my son had already made a couple of friends and they had decided that they were going to meet up for a few drinks in the evening. Well that left me pretty much on my own for the rest of the. I quickly became aroused and tried to hide the tent that my small, hardcock was making in my pants. As we were talking, he reached over andtouched the inside of my thigh. I jumped. He assured me that it wasnormal for a boy my age to become aroused while talking about sex. Hesaid it was normal. He said I should just take out my cock and strokeit. I was embarrassed, so he offered to go first and produced his thickcock and stroked it. I followed suit and soon we were both enjoyinglooking at the.