" Most mothers don't have sons that are sissies," she replied with a laughas she opened her rather large handbag to show me what she had brought upfro... Australia for me. "And most mothers wouldn't be looking forward tousing this on their sons."As I stared at the long black dildo in my mother's bag I could feel awave of erotic energy rush through me and I realised that, at last, thetables had turned in our relationship and my mother would be the onefucking me in the future. When we arrived at my. .. even as I was giving him the once over, I knew I was much older than he was. I had been hanging out with a former SEAL, for heavens sake. I knew how to shoot a gun, had shot said gun at a person, had been shot myself, and had helped the SEAL kill terrorists. Much, much older.But a little sexy smile would do wonders for getting the ultra light into the camper. So I smiled."Thanks for all your help," I said, giving his bicep a little squeeze."Won't take but a moment," he said. It was missing. After about four hours we were.....not exhausted..... but hungry forclose contact, so I stripped off once more and helped her undress too.We put on shower-caps and she took off my face. I nearly cried but whenI saw myself with it off I could see that I still looked like a girl. Weshowered slowly and sensuously. She soaped my cock with care andattention and I really felt sexy but somehow nothing happened.We went to bed naked and kissed and cuddled and embraced each other andI was overwhelmed. Most of the work was complete and it only remained to arrange the field trip. Part of the purpose of the forthcoming Congress was to study vestigial ancient customs in the developed world, England in particular, since this was the country favoured with the task of hosting this year's event.Professor Hackenbacker spoke in his rich baritone voice."I hear that there is an ancient fair held each year in a place called Little Sprodwell. This is a festivity which has roots going far back into the.