Once by mistake I saw my mom when she was changing her saree and was totally nude . I went back & came after 5 minutes & saw mom was putting the butto...s of the blouse & I entered the room. But she didn’t matter that thing as I was her son and it was just a normal thing for her in house mom does not wear bra. That time her dark brown nipples are semi visible. Without making it boring I will go directly to the story. After the incidence, my intention towards my mom changed.I started fantasizing. On either side of the front door stood two open windows. They had not bought glass, trusting the Lady to help them with bugs (had Jesus ever kept flies away? No). Shutters would keep the rain out, and the snow. The roof was sod. That had been Alice's idea. With the three wooden walls extending out from the large rock that made its fourth side, it looked like they had built the thing into a hill. A hill with a straight ridge on top and slanted sides, but a hill none the less.The four entered. I guess when you wear something like this you don't really have the right to complain, do you?.”“No, I suppose you don't.”Tara laughed out loud. “You poor thing! With how I've been waving these things around, you've probably been daydreaming about what they look like all night, I'll bet.”I shrugged my shoulders again—it seemed to be a habit I was forming.She took a quick look around. “Here,” she then said and pulled her dress open, plopping out two of the nicest breasts I have ever seen.. Stacy had come to be acceptedbut often created at burden of isolation and shame, for this secretworld of escape was a parallel reality where traditional genderknowledge had been cast aside, age became irrelevant and whereexcitements and pleasures radiated. For Stacy's outer male body, therewas no escaping this inner companion.The male had to entreat Stacy indulgences, and once gaming, there wasneither direction nor conclusion. The only predictable outcome was thatStacy's control over me would.