Dad said they were going to call me Lucky, but mum was the one to name me, thank god, and decided on Sophie.So let me tell you a little about my paren...s. Just to remind you readers, most of the names in this story are made up. I cannot tell you who everyone really is. You would easily find me, and my secret will no longer be a secret. So let me tell you about my parents and what they meant to me, and to you. We start with my mum. Simply, she is great.What do you expect me to say, she was rotten. She moaned each time I did and tried to press back into me but I held her against the bed. Finally when I couldn't take it anymore I pushed my cock into her hungry pussy. She grunted as I thrust into her, sliding all the way in on the first stroke. Then I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her, causing another grunt from her. After that I picked up the pace a bit, fucking Michelle with long but quick thrusts. It was only a couple minutes of our grunting and thrusting at each. So it was that I found myself being cooked while wearing strappy sandals and a bikini. I also got to wear a couple of rings and a narrow bracelet.When we got back home, my mentor did my nails, toes first then fixing the falsies on and finally painting them all the current fashion of a slightly trashy red. If this was going to work one thing I needed was a few deportment lessons and so the rest of the day I spent standing, sitting, walking, bending, and in short practising being a girl.Sunday. I dont know why but her touch made me feel horny while she was massaging I cummed on her hands,face and boobs area over saree.I felt tensed for what had happened and I was in embarrassing situation.She then laughed at me by seeing my tension.She told dont worry its common to young boys like you.She then said madhu you totally spoilt my saree and removed her saree infront of me.I was shocked then she said what I said nothing aunty.Now I am able to see her half of the boobs protuding out of her.