As they drove, Jan said, "April, I guess Dan probably told you that Cindy is my slave. Did he tell you why?" No, ma'am ... Jan, he didn't. He said you...or Cindy or both probably would." Jan, I was a prostitute until I got married. How that happened is another story. Anyway, my biggest customer was a guy named Hugo Bingham. Bingham hated my guts. My husband and I obtained the manufacturing rights to a new computer hard drive. We're about to start producing them any day now. At any rate, we needed. Well I thought, there is nothing unusual about this occurrence. After all, he is my son and we have seen each other naked and in our underwear many times. However, there was something that stirred in me this time that did not seem totally motherly. Maybe it was knowing that my f******n year old son was growing into a fine young man, or being in the hotel or a combination of both. But, it was strange to have these sensations in my body.The next night we stopped at another hotel and after dinner. I could see my aunt. Even the tuition teacher looked hot to me and my classmate who used to wear skirts looked like a sex doll to me. Her milky thighs were inviting me to bite them badly. She caught me many times watching her thighs and for a split moment, I could see her black lacy panty. The moment I saw, the view of my aunt wearing those passed my mind disturbing the shit out of me.All those readers who have gone through this will very well connect the feeling, the heartbeat, the pre-cum,. We want Timmy to have a niceevening. We want him to feel especially feminine tonight," The mother-in-law ordered as the man held Timmy tight in his lap, his tuxedo slackedlegs spread to keep Timmy between them and under control. The man thenbegan rubbing Timmy's nylon chiffon dress harder and faster now makingTimmy grunt and squirm even more as his large hands swished in and out ofTimmy's tightly tucked crotch!"Does 'she' look feminine to you Ned, your pretty date for the evening'Tiffany?' .