She was determined to get me to sayyes.She shifted a little, almost rocking on top of me. Oh, my. I was 18now, an adult, but she was still me mother... and this was way over theline. And yet I felt powerless to resist. Mother was gently,rhythmically grinding her pelvis into me. She said, "Say yes."I said "No, Mommie. I can't. I want to make you happy but I can't dothat."Then she leaned forward, and stated kissing me, just like she had donein my fantasy where she interrupted my Spanish. A chill ran through my body as if ice water poured from her grip into my flesh and froze the blood that had been boiling with lust inside of me.“That is going to cost you. I did not tell you to speak and I do not need to know what you think. You will do what I tell you and only what I tell you, is that clear?” I nodded my head and her hand released my jaw only to strike me hard across the cheek. “Damn, you are stupid. You talk when I do not ask you to and when I ask for a reply, you shake. My hands glide, slowly around and around. My fingers stroke, my thumbs graze the swollen nipples. I pull and pinch gently, then harder. I watch myself. My long slender fingers graze gently to and fro. I really must do something about that nail varnish. My neck and breasts are pink, suffused with blood as the warm, tingling sensation spreads across my upper torso. My legs clamp tightly together, my knees rise and fall in an accelerating rhythm. Now I need more oil. This time I pour it into the. Once She was satisfied she produced a rippled jawed thing and locked his hair between the jaws a bit at a time. When she was finished she replaced his Alice band and spun him round towards the mirror. His hair was a rippled mass framing his now well made up feminine face. He could not believe that it was his reflection in the mirror."Wow!" He gasped. "Thank you Lynn. Will you teach me how you did that? Please." He noticed for the first time that Lynn had big brown eyes that sparkled when she.