I would feel like doingsomething reckless just to show her how happy I am with being her pet. Iloved when the light in her eyes would change and becom...e darker and shewould bring me close to her and her mouth would hungrily ravish mine, herhands caressing me in the middle of the street sometimes. I loved itbecause I knew that she was being excited by my submission to her and inthose cases I was being particularly lovely or as she would put it, verygood at being a sissy pet.I was not wearing too. It occurred to me that even in total darkness, I could easily tell my little girl from a woman ten years older, and not just by the feel of her skin. The juicy taste and peach scent of her pussy would give her away. My cock was tingling again. Even when I was married, if I couldn’t sleep, I masturbated. Feeling around in the dark, I quietly slid open the little nightstand on my side and found the Vaseline. When I’d unpacked, actually all the way back when I’d planned the trip, I’d thought about. Our relationship was quite mutual, and we really loved each other too. We both worked, and had a normal relationship. We just happened to be mother and son. We really hadn't told anyone about our relationship, we kept it under wraps from friends and family. Although, little did I know, that it would become a lot more difficult to hide our relationship one night. She was relaxing on our bed, just watching TV. I came into the room, after I got out of work, at about 6:00."Damn, I thought work. But, what are you doing with that horn?"I said, "Oh, I'll explain, that's nothing."But he picked up the horn and closely inspected it and said, "Baby please, let me know what you are doing with this horn?"Then we sat and I explained everything about my secret fetish to him.He was at first surprised to know about it but then he said, "You actually looked more attractive while you were enjoying those horn vibrations and moaning. I'd love to see you do that again in front of me."I don't know why.