Making her decision, she hurried up to her bedroom, quickly closing the door and turning the lock. Suddenly, she felt so naughty. It was the middle of...the morning.As she passed the mirror on the back of the closet door she stopped. She was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and old shirt. A frown crossed her pretty face as she saw herself in a different light. She reached down and pulled her baggy shorts tight and turned so that her buttocks were facing the mirror. The shorts outlined her shapely. I want to do that again. And…. I want you to do that to me, Mommy.” Cassy’s mother took a deep breath and realized how well they had trained her so far. She was proud of their efforts to teach Cassy to be a Real Woman, only thirteen years old and in the seventh grade. “A” cup bra but with some nice “bumps”, as she called them. Cassy hadn’t realized it yet, but Mommy knew her daughter’s aureoles were sprouting up to be like little bumps on top of the breasts, and this would drive some men. This really could not be happening to me. There must be some way I can get out of it. I thought of going to the Police, but I thought about what would happen if that email got out, especially to my ex-wife. I'd never see my k**s again. A dark realisation came over me. I'd have to play along. At least for the time being.I sat in a state of bemusement for a good couple of hours until eventually my phone beeped. It was a text message.Here is your first stockings/panties/plug check. Send a photo. Sometimes I would go by and pick them up, and Vanessa and I would sit and talk. I loved talking to her, and we would talk about every subject from work to kids. About two months ago I quit my office job to go out on my own. I created an office in my home and we started sharing the child pick-up duties. One day Vanessa brought the kids to the house and we started to talk. We talked for about an hour. The whole time I couldn’t stop gazing at her sexy legs, not to mention her large tits. Good.