I was so sexually addicted to my mother, I was convinced I had crossed that line where seeing her merely as the woman who gave birth to me, was not po...sible. I was at that stage of sexual ecstasy where I wanted her to be my wife. I wanted to own her. I wanted to make my mom mine.I wanted to be the one she would spread her legs for. I wanted to breed her. All throughout my lust filled life, I had not seen her naked. I had not tried to expose myself in front of her either. Even my inappropriate. The part time model was a figure skater who was represented by an agent from the sports world but needed help in combining the modeling end of things. The meeting was a bit of an emergency as the model and agent were presently in the office of a fashion director and needed an experienced agent like Donna to meet immediately. Donna agreed to come over and meet them as it seemed to be a unique opportunity to represent a model with different interests. Joie accepted the invite and agreed to give. ”“Must be serious if you can’t handle it”“It’s a member of the royal family sor” for some reason, when he got excited, the sergeant’s accent came out harder.“Who the fuck?”“Melanie, daughter of The King’s brother sor. Princess Melanie?”“No, I think she’s a Grand Duchess.” He thought for a while “Okay, look after her. I mean she isn’t to come to any harm. I’ll be along soon”“And her lady in waiting sir?” he was calming down“Hmm, tempting to let you lot have her, but no, I guess we’d better wait.. We spent the next two or three weeks together, starting to get to knoweach other, it was at night when I was alone that I started to get verypanicky, I kept thinking just suppose she finds out about what I like todo, should I tell her, or get rid of everything and pretend to be'Normal', but that was just not me, normal was wearing a dress or skirtwith my undies on, what should I do.I made my mind up; I would tell her over dinner we had arranged fortomorrow night, I was dreading it. We arrived.