Robert woke to his mother rubbing his hardening cock with her warm soft ass. She moved it up and down and back and forth keeping her son's cock in the...crack of her ass.Robert responded by sawing his cock up and down the crack of her ass, as he awoke his cock got harder and harder.He heard his mother saying very softly, "do it, go ahead, do it" with the same rhythm of her movements.Robert's mother slowly moved with her head down and her ass in the air, she spread her legs, her pussy and little. Itwas a similar story down below. My muscular legs were now sleek and wherethey joined at the top there was no suggestion at all, under some tiny,black panties, of anything male ever having been there. Without pullingany underwear aside it was clear that I was built to accommodateerections now, not to generate one of my own.Maybe cock was the answer though! Maybe whatever magical thing there wasin that mirror sensed my need, my craving for Richard Blake's and hadmade me into the kind of person. We paid and entered the theater. It was quite dark, but I could see there where maybe 15 guys there, most sitting, but maybe 5 black men standing against the wall. They were all jacking off. I could tell my wife was uneasy, so I took her by the hand and led her to the front of the theater. I grabbed her ass as we walked down the aisle. We sat down and immediately a bunch of guys took up seats in front of us, behind us, and one black stud sat right next to my wife. She whispered to me she. “It’s just gas. Should’ve eaten more veg.”But it wasn’t gas. In the moment of realization, her face dropped in horror. How could she forget her period was due?“Fuck.” She knew only a small window of opportunity existed before the cramps overpowered her, but the pain meds sat downstairs in the kitchen. Thinking quickly on her feet, she ruffled through her drawers for a pair of underwear she didn’t care about.“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Most of her clothes lay dirty in a neglected laundry heap, leaving.