. going to do," she stammered. "Sit on the bed." It was an order from Jennifer. The bed was so high that Doris had to try to climb onto it, and as she...did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the edge of the mattress in the small of her back, and her feet barely touching the floor. Both women leaned over her and pressed her down. "Oh, sweet little Doris," said Ella with a certain amount of contempt in her voice. "Sweet innocent little Doris. Slut, Doris! Comes to us in. As a mother I have been confronted by my own sons masturbatory urges, bed sheet, curtains, and a pair of my old panties, were his cum rags, sorry guys, but that's how we women describe your ejaculatory wipes.You might think, here is a woman with her insight into sex, chastising her son, for whacking one out, but you would be wrong, most mothers shy away from it and leave it up their fathers, but his, my ex, fucked off and started travelling, so touching hardened semen from my own sons sack,. .."I stopped speaking as I realised that Ottilie was no longer looking back at me. I could clearly make out the outline of her profile; her head was looking up towards the ceiling again. Suddenly I wasn't at all sure her head had moved at all."Did I just dream that?" I was forced to ask myself.The next thing I was aware of was Tara fidgeting on my lap as she awoke. It was light by then and patently obvious that the nurses had been tippy-toeing around us while they administered Ottilie her. I am not sexy at all."Eric reeled at this. What had he gotten himself into? He had been hopingto please Erica's bisexual side, improve his love life and save hismarriage. But this was terrible. Stoically, he refused to show howhumiliated he felt, and gamely stripped. They both gasped. His body was now a carbon copy of hers (except for hiscock, which quickly became quite erect)! They both stood before the largefloor length mirror. There was not a hairs - or anything else, for thatmatter - worth.