" Does she want to be a bad girl?" he asked, moving to the bed."I can be whatever my big boy wants me to be," I purred, ready for utter submission.He ...miled and after a few seconds he replied, "Hold that thought, I have an idea." I bet you do," I playfully retorted, getting on all fours."Mommy, do you like roll playing?" he asked."Sure," I smiled, moving closer to him. "I really enjoy playing the slutty Mother who becomes a slut for her son." I like that one too," he smiled, before adding, "I. His hand moves along his leg and he massages his hardness through his pants with me right there next to him. Yeah, I think I see what you mean, I say, wanting him to know I understand what hes talking about. The woman has big, beautiful pussy lips splayed open in front of us. That was the only thing I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my fathers eyes, the image was a lot more erotic than I had ever realized. Would it be okay, Emma, if I join you? Join me? Im not. Makeup is forbidden by the school, of course, because young ladies do notneed such artificialities, but every girl has a secret case of "powdersand paints" hidden in their rooms. Yours is a small leather bag that isinside the hollow base of the lamp by your bedside, but you are thinkingof moving it to a different hiding place. That lamp seems heavier everytime you try to move it.The ceremony is starting, and a man comes to the stage. "Ladies andgentle..." he falters as he looks around and sees. The way that I changed, seemingly overnight, was just shocking.THE FLASHBACKWhen I graduated high school, I was, all things being equal, probably the biggest nerd in our class. I was about 5'1" -- tops. Maybe 125. Maybe. And it never occurred to me to get contacts, so I sported these godforsaken coke bottle glasses. It was a gruesome time, and I was miserable. It's hard to explain, but I seriously thought getting a girlfriend was a pipe dream. Remember when you were a kid, and you would.