Once I finished kissing her she just released herself from me and ran to open the door. By the time she held on to the door lock I ran towards her and...grabbed her by the waist with one hand and the other hand caught her hand attempting to open the lock.Finally she spoke “Why are you doing this to me!” I told her “you’re the sexiest women of my life” struggling to hold on to her. “But I’m your mother,” she said, tearfully twisting and turning. “You’re the woman of the house too, aren’t you?” I. Everyone laughed.Pam stood in the guest bedroom with Norman. “Are yousure about this?”Norman slipped off his shoes and removed his shirt. Hedropped his pants.He wore no underwear. He tapped his 7″ hard-on. Pamlooked at her husband, 6’3″ tall, large chest, wideshoulders, and unfortunately, a large belly. Shethought about Joey’s abs, Norman’s genitals wereshaven, (he said, to make his dick look bigger), butNorman’s best feature was his large, strong. I then continued and told them of the carnage I had found and the state of our friends as I had made my way to the town. Tears were streaming down all our faces by the time I reached the final act of my story. As I told of how I found Violet’s family, she began to visibly shake. I stopped and tried to comfort her, but she told me to finish the story. With great trepidation, I continued and told her of what the wolf did to her. I had tried to be vague, but she would not have it. So, I gave her. Women touched my breasts.I was a Sissy, all right.And everyone, it seemed, knew it.* *I also learned how hard the sissy life could be. I rose early in orderto make breakfast. I loaded laundry while it was cooking. I washed thedishes, then moved the clothes to the dryer. I scrubbed floors. Ipolished toilets. I made beds.And I was happy.There was a freedom to the mindlessness of most of my chores. The workwas hard, and even if you kept it up, there was always a floor tovacuum. But at least I was.