My mom was 32 at the time, about 5 f 3 in, brown hair, green eyes, neither thin nor chubby, regular c, and a perfect ass. It was at that time I ...started waking up with a hard on, and sometimes spots on my boxers. And I believe my mom started looking different at me to, because often she could just come lie down right next to me, sometimes running her hand up and down my thighs, really close to my crotch, sometimes even gaze it with her fingertips. And when I stood up to walk away she ran. You have always wanted to be fucked...to be madeto feel like a woman. Haven't you?"That was not my wife talking. By now the familiar sound of waterrunning through pipes in our ceiling and walls told me she was upstairsin the shower. And, the entire weight room was visible to me in thefloor-to-ceiling mirrors in front of me. No - I was definitely alone.It was my alter ego that was now speaking to me. The cruelest Dom inthe world - at least that I had ever known or read about in my. The first to arrive was Alice, she wasn't wearing a coat even though it was freezing outside, she must have got a taxi. She handed Jane a bottle of wine and gave her a kiss on the cheek.“Hi sweetie,” Said Alice in a bimbo like tone. Alice was gorgeous, she had dark brown hair down to her breasts, Mike could not help thinking how similar she looked to Jane, very sexy and huge tits which had to be at least a DD, even bigger than Janes, Mike wondered if she'd had a boob job. She had big lips that. Reassuring her breast implants were as real as they can get. I asked about her sexy legs and she stood up on the bed and turned around to flex her gluts for me. Firm they were asking if I can feel. With both of our state of minds she agreed. I slowly caress her ass as my fingers trace down her thighs to her ankles. She shivers and goosebumps grow. I break the sexual contact and ask her about the box full of erotica. We break the hypnosis and begin back with casual conversation. She's once again.