"Lose the rack." What? Oh." I still had my monster boobs. They most definitely wouldn't do. Still, it gave me an idea.I led her into the office. I pul...ed a pair of Change Request forms over. "Write down what you want to look and be like," I said. I gave mine some thought. First, the Quadruple-J boobs were out. They were great for seducing a guy, but were only practical if you were flat on your back. But they could be a good distraction. What if any guys we met perceived them? What if he saw me. The guys would shy away at my brazen actions and mom and I would laugh about it. But I could tell that it shocked her and it turned her on at the same time. I would take those occasions to make out and fondle my mom while we sat in the theatre. As time went on, I became an usher and would escort mom into the infant cry room located in the ladies room. We would go in there and lock the door, and I would molest my mother, we often stripped down and I explored her naked body throughout the. She usually just giggles and says, "We'll see..." I so desperately want my wife to make me suck a realistic looking strap on cock, teach me to deep throat, call me "a slut", or a "cocksucker", a "cum eating sissy" while holding my head and face fucking me. My cock throbs just thinking about it. Then I would want her to bend me over, push my face into a pillow and push her strap on into my virgin ass. I would even enjoy it if she made me wear a pair of her panties while she did all of this. Of. From the corners of her vision, she can see his fists balled up, gripping the sheets as he fights for control. Easing back, she releases him for a moment. Their eyes meet, mischief still glinting in hers. His dark eyes are possessed with longing. Her grip tightens and his body answers quickly. Each throb in her grip is a message, begging her. She can't wait anymore and, resolve or not, doesn't think she can fight the eruption that's trying to escape from within. Adam says her name over and over.