"Ann. Is that you?"She hesitated, wondering how many more times she would be asked that andit remain true. "Yes father. It's me." Everything still goi...g to plan for the wedding I presume? Yourgrandmother hasn't entirely taken over the preparations I trust?"She smiled quietly. "No father. Not yet. In fact..." Yes?" I was planning to come home. As soon as tomorrow, or the next day." Ah, good. Yes. Your mother will be pleased. We were all... very concernedduring your abduction. Very pleased to. My stomach clenched, and my heart raced."Sure," I said, tucking my erection up under my waistband and taking a seat at my desk.The door eased open slowly. Mom stuck her head in, smiled awkwardly, chuckled, then drifted the rest of the way into my room.As was apparently always the case now, she looked good enough to eat. And then some. She wore a pair of blue socks with fuzzy pink trim, pink panties, and a skimpy blue camisole with pink ribbons at the center and the corners of the two flimsy. He should piss on her.Me: She gasps, shocked at the power of his slap against her cheek. He leans back so that he’s kneeling right next to her shoulders, his hard cock in his hand, just inches from her face.“In fact,” he says, pulling her face towards him, towards his cock, “You’re gonna learn to get over A LOT. Including this!”And with that, he leans back, thrusts his cock forward, and lets loose with a warm, golden stream of urine that splashes all over. He's practiced. He's competent. When he finishes up, he's a girl."Oh my god!" Stewart calls out as he does a little twirl and giggles."I'm the mommy!" he says in a falsetto. "I am Mommy!"Owens has been quiet for a while. It didn't register with me until now. Iscan for him. He's in the hall with his hand to his mouth. He has a bulgein his pants. Tears are welling up. He's enthralled.What the hell is wrong with us?I snap my fingers. This has to stop. We've gone too far. We're in thewrong here. I.