"Lucy looked straight at me and smiled saying, "Well come next Tuesdaywill be halfway there Pansy, I think when were done with your breasts Ithink we ...hould organise downstairs, and then you can be a real woman.Right thank the doctor and we can go home, there is still a lot ofcleaning for you to do yet, and we must not get to excited and forget ourplace, must we."I replied, "Yes Miss."The following Monday night Miss had her friends around, she told me itwas going to be a special occasion.I had. " I tried to speak but he waved me off and entered the bedroom after her. I sat on a settee and tried to assimilate what was happening but couldn't wrap my head around it. Soon, I heard the moans of a woman been thoroughly fucked emerging from the bedroom and the telltale signs of my bed squeaking. I rose up and damned the consequences. This free meal will not be rejected. She wants me, she will have me. When I pushed back the curtains, I saw her spread eagle on the bed and legs raised high in. My fantasies assaulted me again, and images of my tongue covering every creamy inch of these delicious legs with little, loving licks danced at the forefront of my mind. Her hands softly cupped my chin and made me look up. “I do not understand you,” she whispered, and for a second her grip became almost painful. “I do not know what it is you see in me. But I will stop questioning my luck.” She stared into my eyes, and that one loose curl swung slightly with every little movement of her head.. "You can touch me in the best possible way!"I moved up close to my son until our naked bodies were almost touching. His breathing became heavy and laboured as grabbed his erection and inserted it between my thighs. Marty was a couple of inches shorter than me and I had to bend my knees a little so that his gorgeous young cock would line up with my pussy. I felt the head nudge my mound and slide deliciously up along my incredibly wet cunt-slit before popping neatly into my neglected.