"Hmm, I should have time." I said to myself.With that I got up and went in to the kitchen. I got out my sister's bottle, opened the top and pulled do...n my pants.I stood there in the kitchen stroking my dick, hoping no one would come home before I finished. Just as I started to cum, I heard the garage door open. It was too late to stop now, I aimed inside the bottle and came again. I quickly stroked as much as I could into the bottle and quickly pulled up my pants. I barely got the top on. Somehow, I managed to keep myself in check and let my now wet fingers trail down her chest, seeking her hard, perfect nipples. She pushed her chest up, as if to meet me, and a look of joy spread across her face as my finger teased around her nipple, rubbing it softly with my fingertip. My other hand was teasing along the bottom of her breasts as my fingertips circled her nipples, tugging on them lightly. I was impatient again and the urge was too strong. I allowed my palms to find the weight. She's taller, more voluptuous (36-26-38) with full C-cups. All the guys I know call her a MILF and that she is. She also has blond hair (about as natural as mine-not), just off her shoulders, and is a curvy babe. Dad, well, he was no dad, he left town right before I was born. Mom tells me I'm not missing anything by not knowing him. I believe her. Well, getting back to the beginning, I never really thought about the last few years after Mom lost her job in a downsizing where she worked. You can. Each morning she would gently explore. She was the only one whoknew her pussy and so she was the only one who could feel when I hadcompleted my transformation. It was getting close now... and then onemorning that was it. "I think you are ready, I'll pack my things up andI'll be one my way in a few weeks." I that moment I was both heartbrokenand yet I had finally achieved my purpose, she needed a release and Ihad given it too her. "Let's have a dinner to celebrate tonight" I said.She smiled in.