She stood up. She was rubbing her bottom and tears were in her eyes. "Same instructions for you. Go now." She left.Laura closed the door behind them g...ntly and walked to me. She said, "I need a swat, too. I didn't trust your love or God's love for me enough and let my fears take me. I would have done something stupid but you held me in your arms and heart until I could think." She lay over my knees and looked back at me. "Please, Paul. I need absolution, too."I swatted her bottom and then. I stand by his bed and beckon himover when he finishes.Me: Honey, take your bra off. Don't be shy.Standing next to me, my son quickly snaps off the red latex top. Outpours his new breasts. Due to the miracle of hormone therapy, they seemto grow a bit every week. They look to be a B cup.Me: Oh my! Dear, what a lovely set of tits. How do they feel?Him: They ache sometimes mommy. I wake up sometimes to them aching.Me: That is all part of the process. Soon they will be even larger.Aren't you glad. The only concession to cold feet was the small throw rug of hand knitted wool that I kept under my desk.When I sat down it felt like the first normal moment I'd had since dawn. The last couple of hours had flown by and the events were unsettling to say the least.I grabbed the much used and abused yellow legal pad by my phone and wrote down everything I could remember about the vision and everything I'd seen and been told. It filled two full pages with my neat handwriting.When I finished, I. I figured that out the first time we had sex and he started slapping my ass pretty hard while he was plowing me.Last week he showed up while I had a guest in my bedroom. It was around eight and I'd called the part time guy so I could handle him. The cop waited for maybe fifteen minutes then left. He came back just at closing, full of ED meds and ready to fuck. By maybe one am he'd had me three times and the first time had been with some very hard slapping of my backside. That cock of his.