"When I first fully modded myself, I lingered for hours amid clothingracks, but I now prefer fabric stores. Oh, to feel texture as a woman:the thrill ...f velvet, the slickness of silk, the breathiness of linen.What a sixth sense! And on these mornings, I gain a seventh sense aswell: the female color sense. Yes, as an unmodified male I knew if thesky was blue, or black, or orange. But I never knew the euphoria ofindigo, or the myriad emotions in shades of graphite, or that mostshades of orange. “But I'll consider it.”“Barzidi,” Azken shouted then rumbled in dwarven.She moaned back, then turned to me. “Yes, yes, show me your cock. Mmm, you are an orc, yes? With that swarthy skin. Ooh, no dwarf has ever fucked an orc.”Faoril hauled up my kilt. “It is huge, your Majesty,” she smiled. She grasped my hard cock, stroking it with her hands. “I can vouch for it.”“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Barzidi. She undulated on her throne. Her fingers dug deep into her wet pussy. “Such a huge cock.”“It will. . with pink nail polish. Quickly I flipped to the next image and gasped.My mother's mouth was open and her eyes shut closed as the stick like object very clearly wedged up against her wet crotch. I didn't know it at the time the significance of a glistening pussy, but there it was all moist and eager for the touch of the stick's rounded end. I still couldn't see much more of the woman holding the stick, except for a wire attached to the back of it. Obviously it was some sort of electrical. I think i’ll go and mow the garden”.Dad went out to the garden and I went up to my room, leaving mum clearing the dishes. I leaned on the sill of the bedroom window, idly watching dad mowing the grass. My hand strayed down to my cock and I started to rub it back to life. I still had the vision of my mums tits in my mind and I started to wonder what she looked like naked. Although it was my hand on my cock I imagined it was mums, just as it had been earlier that afternoon.I heard the door open.