"Stop smiling, this isn't funny," I said."Sorry, but you look so grown up in that costume. Nobody is going tothink you were a boy wearing that getup,... she replied."You aren't making this any easier." You really look good in it; you have the figure and the boobs to pullit off."I looked at myself in the mirror. "I don't think so, most of the womenI've seen wearing the Black Cat costume have a lot more cleavage thanthis." You're doing just fine in the boob department, trust me. You just needthe. ." Jane sighed, contentedly, and closed her eyes. "It was fantastic. Too quick, of course, but that's okay, because we did it again that night."Dr. Susan arched her eyebrows. "Twice? In a single day?" Yes! Can you believe it! Isn't it fantastic! I'm cured!" I'll be the judge of that," Dr. Susan said, sternly. "So what about your other directive?" Oh ... uh..." Jane blushed, prettily. Dr. Susan noticed that she was actually wearing a little bit of makeup this time. Of course, she was still. She never failed to bring herself to a crashing orgasm as she envisioned him with his wings watching and wanking as she played.The first night she had full sex with her son, was his thirteenth birthday, after everyone had left she called him up to her room where once more she was naked. Tim expected another anatomy lesson although he now knew his way expertly around his mother's horny body. She scolded him for he was still dressed when he entered her bedroom. Tim quickly turned the tables on. "Hi. I'm Marcia. What's your name?" asked one of the girls. Iwas very nervous, standing in front of two pretty girls while wearing askirt, and found I couldn't speak properly. "D-d.." I stammered. "Oh,Didi, that's a nice name," laughed Victoria. "It's lucky you weresomewhere we you could see Sarah Jane's predicament and be able to helpher. Do you like watching girls?" I felt myself blushing furiously. "Anddo you like the school uniform?" giggled Marcia. "Come on, let's sort outyour hair. It's.