”“The bars open. Get me a god-damn margarita.” Mom barked angrily at me.When I came back, mom was curled up on the lounge chair, trying to cover...herself with her arms and hands as much as she could. I handed her the margarita, and she immediately drank half of it down. She sulked for about twenty minutes as she sipped the second half of her drink.“Are you happy now? Can I put my robe on?” She asked me.Just then, a couple in their thirties walked by. I thought the guy’s head was going to come. "You turned me into a GIRL!" Her eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously and she asked, "You think that there's something wrong with girls?" I was just about to snap back when my better sense got the better of me. "Um..." I stammered, taking an instinctive step backwards, "No. But... but you said you were going to help me go to the prom..." "And I am," she responded with a smirk. "All of the girls in your school already have dates, so's the only way I could get ya one was if it was with one of the. The next thing I knew, we were both naked and just caressing each other. I was so aroused, that I could feel the pre cum on the tip, and her telling me that I was leaking. I was sucking on her nipples and fingering her nearly bald little pussy and she was moaning and shuttering, telling me not to stop, keep going. We kissed and rubbed each other like that, for what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been 10 minutes, before I began to cum and covered her hand and belly in my warm sperm. I. When the first stage was completed it was still only eight o'clock so I decided to walk to the faculty staff room to make a coffee and write up a few notes during the hour I needed to wait before I could finish setting up the culture. I don't know who was the most surprised, the girl or me. She lounged in one of the big easy chairs and looked startled when I went in. "Hi," I interrupted her thoughts, "It's okay, I presume you're here with one of the staff." Mum's cleaning upstairs," she.