Jill was my English Lit teacher from my school. She was short, married, had a Texas accent, and in her mid fifties. A little petite lady with a lot of...energy but also looked kind of old and not someone I would expect to see at a sex swing event. We all got introduced and everyone started small talk. Jill grabbed and took me to the bathroom. "Kenny, you are the last person I expected to see here. You can not tell a soul about this." Jill said as she undid her shirt then dropped her shorts.. “Ok mom, come here” I said and got into the tub with her, it was big enough for that. I was behind her, I had never had any kind of sexual thought regarding my mother but at that instance it felt like the most erotic moment I ever experienced. I slowly snaked my arms around her waist and took the safer way to her shirt buttons, not trusting myself to not do something else if my hand had been a little higher. I unbuttoned her slowly taking my time and afterwards peeled it off her wet body. She. Jons words rang through his head and he tried and tried to make sense of it.The seed is strong.Jon Arryn was an expert in economical questions, but Lyonel doubted he was telling them to look out for a good harvest in the near future. Lysa, Jons wife, had claimed he meant to praise their son. A narrative Lyonel thought to be nothing more than wishful thinking. No one in their right mind would connect Robert Arryn and the concept of strength without putting in some form of negation.A blinding. The change is complete. "Fookin' 'ell, I'm yow," I say in Sharon'svoice (complete with West Midlands accent).But something more violent is going on that distracts both of us.Sharon cries out and doubles over. It is clear she is changing but morerapidly and painfully. In seconds, Sharon gains height and musculature,loses fat and her breasts shrink to nothing. Her skin changes fromwhite to golden brown and she grows a huge cock and balls (if I mustsay so). When she lifts her head up it is Peter's.