And I still don’t believe its natures law or something or her body growth that lead our mutual attention to only noticeable parts of her small breas...s and my penis and her vagina.We acted earlier as mother child role play during childhood days, that time changing dipper was also a part of it. and I used to see her cute small vagina and touched it and smell came pungent like. I am still surprised even at that age the smell felt good.Now coming back to our teenage day, when we explored our bodies. "James had no idea who Victoria was, or what this business about herSecret was, but he did know that girl's underwear was different fromboy's underwear. "Mom!" he objected, his face reddening. "I can't wear this stuff! This isfor girls!" You can wear it, and you will!" No way in hell!" James! Now, I may not be your real mother, but I am your legal guardian.I could just as soon put you up for adoption! Now how would you likethat, huh? Living in an orphanage, no friends, no future and of. Being a girl was the best!She enjoyed her body's pleasures for a few more minutes before yieldingto her innate laziness and the irresistible urge to go inside and sit onher shapely ass.------------------------------Linda Benton's breasts were extremely heavy. With every brisk strideshe took while jogging on the treadmill, her giant mounds swung likeblimp-shaped pendulums upon her once male chest. Linda's gray spandexrunning bra did not offer anywhere near the amount of support needed. An hour ago I was happy but now I was feeling sad for Mom. I had told mom to leave John but she was so crazy about him that she never listened to a word against him. No matter how badly he treated my mom, she never thought to leave him.I was sitting near the window in my room. Suddenly the door of my room opened without any knock. John was standing there at the door. I didn’t invite him into my room but he entered anyway.“Why were you fighting with Mom?” I asked looking at him.“Because she is a.