The girls seemed interested, while the boys talked the whole time. I let them talk because I they already knew this stuff, and I wasn't paying attenti...n.After class, I continued with the rest of the classes, 6th and 7th grade. Both classes had an equal amount of sexes, but all of the girls giggled together in small groups.After school, I was in my office when there was a tap on the door. "Come in," I said.I wasn't expecting the person who walked in. It was the girl that asked if I had a. I quicklychange and help hir put away some dishes, and we chat about the 'big day'tomorrow. I find mother who sends me to bed, but gives me the option thatI can read or journal for a few minutes. My mother bought me a diary whenI was very young, and told me that I could write whatever I wanted in thejournal, and she was going to monitor initially, really to see that I hadcommitted to journaling, but after that, she was probably never going tolook at it. It was a 'safe' place where I could. To the left was a small dance floor, bodies gyrating to the electric beat. The room seemed to have endless areas to lounge around or enjoy for a more intimate time of amusement. Just like the website had promised there were many velveted sofas, and settees strategically placed to either be the center of attention or placed strategically for those watching the show. When they had signed in at the front, a host had been assigned to them. This host was in charge of taking care of any needs. " I squeaked. My voice sounded thin and pathetic."Shut up sissy. I've known about your 'secret' for years." I could sense mother moving towards me, I was still frozen with shock. By the time I could move my head, I felt her hand on my ass. As I craned my neck to look at her, I noticed she had dropped her skirt, and her white silk blouse was unbuttoned. She was wearing nude hose, with her own black lace garter belt and matching panties. Her huge breasts were straining against the cups of a black.