Mom – Nahi. Mujh se puche kya hua? Light kyun chalu ki? To main boli Vaseline chahiye. To dad ne bola dressing table ke niche wale drawer mein hai. ...yun chahiye? To main boli Sameer meri gand marna chahta hai aur mujhe dard ho raha hai isliye.Me – (main to pura shock hi ho gaya) To unhone kuchh bola nahi?Mom – Nahi. Ulta bol rahe the ki chut bhi marwani ho to condom bhi lekar jao drawer se. dobara disturb karne mat aa jana. To main boli nahi hum bina condom ke hi karte hai hamesha. To dad shock. Evenwhen his mother was dressing casual, she was always feminine and classy.Thought Marty was male through and through, it wasn?t surprising that hetook notice of such things. He had spent the first twenty-nine years ofhis life as a female; in fact, he had spent those years in the very bodythat now sat across the table from him.The woman who occupied that body had started life as Marty Miller. Yes,they had always been mother and son, but twenty-five years ago this veryday their roles had been. (sad face)” She turned to face me and said, “Don’t say that. You smacked my ass so you know, let me smack yours and we will see whose is softer.”Saying this she extended her arm, put it in my skirt and on my ass cheeks. My dream was becoming a reality. She had grabbed my ass. She started squeezing it and said, “It is soft. Why don’t you grab my ass and then we will see whose is softer.” I was in heaven. I did not wait even a second and grabbed her perfect ass and started massaging it. Now we. Those words you don't like." You're a big girl. I shouldn't have tried to make you tell me something you didn't want to."Kelly buried her face in my chest. "I don't want to be a big girl," she said, her voice muffled. Then she sobbed.I wrapped my arms around her and just held her for a long, long time."Do you want to talk about it?" I asked twenty minutes later. I was sitting on the sofa, and Kelly was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, facing me. Mom wouldn't have been happy about that,.