I got very bold."Do you like it?" I asked.She nodded."Do you want to try it?" I asked.She swallowed and said, "This is so wrong, but I can't help myse...f. I saw you that day fucking Beth in here and ever since I have dreamed about what it would be like. I know I have to try it even if I am your mother."My drunk self thought, cool let's do it. I reach for her nightie and pulled it over her head. Her body was everything I had dreamed it would be. All she was wearing now were some panties and I. I wasn’t meant for this world. This prison of frail flesh – this wasn’t me, not really. I know, I know, a little bit at odds with the smoking and cursing. What can I say? I was a fucked up kid. But imagine my horror, shame, and revulsion when, on the eve of adulthood, I stopped being me and turned into a slut. Four inches. Twenty-five pounds. It was hips, it was thighs. Trying to run away the weight only gave me a high, tight ass. It was … breasts. And between my legs? I’d never even had pubic. This is not right! She can’t treat me like this! When she gets back I will confront her! There is no way I can sleep. The anger won’t let me.At about 6 am I hear the door to our apartment open. Here goes!But then I hear voices. Great God! She has brought him back home! The thought immobilizes me once again. I remember how she clamped my cock and can’t help getting erect again!They stumble into the bedroom,“Whoops,” she giggles. “I had forgotten about you!”And she wheels him off to the spare. At first his hand was slow. But then he spat on it and went faster. It was hard to keep my cool. My deep calm breathing was gone, but he was so into what he was doing that he didn’t notice the change. My pussy was almost aching to be touched. I wanted that cock inside of me. I swallowed hard at that idea. And maybe he heard me, because he stopped for awhile. Shiiit, my breathing is so damn fast too. I don’t know what to do. But I kept starring at his cock through my lashes, now that he wasn’t.