“I know what you’re doing and I won’t put up with it!” She paused, and then continued in a much more controlled, yet still hostile, tone. “H...’s avoided my calls long enough. I’m through leaving messages. Give him the phone and do it now.”The reference to having left messages caught Josie by surprise. It didn’t sound right and gave her a bad feeling. “Ma’am, you don’t understand, he’s...”“No, you don’t understand!” The other woman fiercely interrupted. “I don’t care what he’s doing! He is going. The assistant fed the card into the machine, she raised an eyebrow asshe read the name on the card Mr Nicholas Webb, but not wanting to loseher commission stayed mum and handed Nick the card reader.Nick entered the PIN, whilst the assistant scrutinised him, she'd servedtrannies before but she could not discern any maleness in the womanstanding before her,"I'll pop the receipt in the bag" as she handed Nick the bag in on handand returned his card with the other.Nick turned to leave "Thank you,. “I don't know what coming is.”“It's when you finish after playing with yourself.” he told her, then saw the confused look on her face at his words. “You don't play with yourself?”“No, my mother said I wasn't allowed to.” she explained. “If I start doing that, she'll be a grandmother before she's 40.” “I see.” he said. “Well, if you're not allowed to do it, how about if I do it for you? She didn't make any rules about that, did she?”“Well, no.” she admitted. “She never said anything about not. Indeed, she welcomed the simulacrum of him, into his mother's body, as a virile member penetrated deep into that womanhood of randy Mandy/mommy to horny Jack; Harry was simply subbing for his son, for her, as well as himself.What was this? Mandy had the realization, she had gone from being Harry’s surrogate, to having him be hers. The incest roles had not changed, but what had altered was her perspective. Now she was getting off, on the incestuous daydream of mother-son sex, as much as her.