Slayer kept it upuntil her sissy son was nodding his head and saying ok again andagain. When she was finished she told her daughter to take himand tea...h him how to curtsy, sit, cross her legs and to speak ina gentle manor. As soon as the older Slayer was alone in her bedroom she laidface up on her bed then she slowly worked her pussy over withher rubber vibrator, making herself climax several times beforeher lust was curbed. While she was doing that her daughter was experiencing what itwas. Long hair always in excellent condition and she always dressed very elegant, despite being massively overweight.In my c***dhood I did not understand the jokes about the „merry widow“ and similar stuff that was said about her, but as I grew older, this changed. As did other things. When I was sixteen I knew for sure that I had feelings towards my grandmother that were out of the ordinary at the least. Just like the feelings I had for my mother.I never acted on these feelings, however. At least. Swollen more than just a tiny bit as well, making me gulpuncomfortably."What's the damn Bug doing to me?" I demanded weakly, pausing with aloud yawn.For a moment I just sat there staring, then finally got up and went torelieve myself in the bathroom again. I returned just a short whilelater, asking myself what was happening to me. Trying to figure out justhow the Bug was changing me. However in the back of my mind I knew. Orsuspected at the very least, even if I wouldn't admit it to myself.. Her friends from high school still acted as they previously had as did others in the area. Yet somehow things seemed a little different. It wasn’t exactly that Emily didn’t feel that she belonged here any more. Not exactly that, but something along those lines. She still loved the area, the town and the people, her friends. But somehow they didn’t seem quite the same. She realized that it was she who had changed and not the others. Or maybe she hadn’t actually changed but what had been hidden.