We were sitting cuddled on the living room sofa listening to some music when I handed Wishes an envelope.“What’s this love?” She asked looking a... the plain white envelope with just her name written on the front.“Why don’t you open it and see,” I said grinning as Wishes opened the envelope.“I don’t understand, what’s all this about?” Wishes said looking at some paperwork from the British School of Motoring, one of the largest driving instructor groups in the UK.“It’s simple enough love, this is. It didn't take me much more.Huge strings of cum shot from my cock to the heights of his chest, outlining the valley between his tits and spurting small lakes of white on his belly fat. I could hardly keep my eyes open as my load spewed out of me, his fist squeezing the last of it from my slit. He rubbed it gently against his slick chest, exhaling in large swaths. He pulled back, my hard cock thudding back against my chest. I took a good look."I bet you never seen balls like this, sonny," he. Not that I have much of that left at the moment, dignity that is.”“What's with the freaky nasty dancing and shit, mom? Were you drinking again, or smoking so dope?”“Hell I wish I was baby. No I was just pretending to be . .” she sighed. “When I was a young girl, I had a dream of being a star. A dancer, not a ballerina, but a real show girl, like in Vegas. I would sometimes pretend in my room that I was on stage. Did you ever do anything like that baby?”“Uh . . sometimes I'm a Jedi knight.”“We. It was the one time in the year that you could safely get alldolled up and go out, but this year, well, you got ready without any helpfrom me, and you looked so much like a real girl that I knew that youmust have been practicing, which is when I also knew that what youneeded, more than anything else I could give you, was the chance to dothis, not only tonight, but more often as well. However, if you declinemy offer, then I will expect this to come to an end. No more dressing upin secret, no.