"John, what are you doing?" She asked not removing my hand."Sorry Amy, you look so sexy I could not resist touching you." I said."John's I would not m...nd if you kissed me, we are on a date and it is the most romantic day of the year." She said finally moving my hand off of her firm tit."I would love to kiss you Amy." I leaned down and gave my mother a kiss.At first the kisses were just a few soft, wet romantic pecks, but then it erupted into a full-blown make out sessions. We were kissing. With time no longer a factor, I inspected my prize more closely. Typical teenage girl casual dress: light blue jeans, impossibly tight. Thin grey off-one-shoulder t-shirt, black bra underneath. Her breasts were large enough to make a generous handful. Brown hair, pretty green eyes set in an attractive face locked in a silly expression, aimed at her mother.Her mother was a product of the same mold: brunette, bland but pleasant face, adequate chest, wide hips. Having her there in that position. After that was a buffing station that gave the eggs a glossyspotless shine, down the line they moved. A robotic arm with suctioncups picked up the eggs and transferred them into another machine.Inside this machine drills, saws, and chisels began to cut away at theeggs. The end result were miniature sized robots, like the guards thatescorted me. The tiny robots marched single file into the next room.We entered the next room and I could see this was were the real magicoccurred. The robots marched. I see what you go through with this curse. By no meansdo I want to hurt you because of my desire for you when you're awoman. Your father warned me about your desires and how it controlsyou when you become a woman. That is why I wanted to stop you fromtouching my cock last night. It had nothing to do with me not wantingto be with you. At night you become a beautiful desirable woman. Iprobably shouldn't tell you this but you are more beautiful than mywife. She was a good woman and beautiful as.