You liked that, mmmmm, didnt you Johnny. I can feel your erection under me. I need your help. I need to be masturbated bad. Ill show you what to do. ...My mind was going crazy. Fantasizing about my mom was one thing&hellip,but&hellip, actually doing something, that was something entirely different. She didnt wait for my answer and laid us on our sides. She took off her nightie and little panties. She took my hand and put it on her wet pussy. My dick went to max hard instantly. Next thing I knew,. Sarah became ever more attached to her nanny.Janet enjoyed having her transformed husband as her daughter. At onetime, she had felt some guilt about turning him into a baby girl, butthat faded over time. Her sense of righteousness solidified such thatshe actually believed that he had tried to trap her into motherhood andhe deserved what she had done to him. She took great pride in showingoff her daughter to her dates and dressing her in most girly clothesshe could find. It was just too bad. We stayed that way quite a while, enjoying this new level of intimacy. When it finally started to get chilly, we went below and prepared for bed.In order to minimize the load on the holding tank I usually peed over the side when possible. As I went up top to take care of it, Molly followed me and asked timidly, “Can I help?”I immediately replied, “If you don’t make it so hard I can’t let go, then you’re welcome to.” In the light of the rising moon she watched, fascinated, as she painted. "Well, I thought about it," she said. "You've opened a rest home for reformed gunslingers. I think you got 9 or 10 of them here. You brought them in for protection but I know the other reason behind it. You want to give them a chance to get away from that — to find a way to live that might not end in their early death. That's the only reason I didn't fight it harder — but a couple of those boys have to go. I don't care what you say. Either they are gone by the end of the month or I'll use them.