Mom is still the sexiest woman alive to me and has curves in all the right places. Once I was over the age of sixteen, I could tell she wasn’t even ...trying to hide from me and I could often see her walking around the house in just her underwear or topless. In turn, I walked around the house in just my boxers.Nothing ever happened between mom and me, but I know it’s just a matter of time. We have slept together, naked, but never had sex. The closest we have ever gotten was her walking in on me. Then one day she called me, I could understand from her tone that she was upset. She told me, I am free right now, you can take me anywhere you want, I am ready to have sex with you and she hung up the call. I understood she had some problem with her bf and I did not want to take any advantage of it. I called her back and I consoled her. We did not contact for 2-3 days.Later I called her, she was okay. I asked her about that day, she said she had some problem with her bf and she wanted to take. Grace smiled at mother and said, "Well, it lookslike our little girl is a hit with the boys. I hope you told her allabout the bird and bees," she said giggling.They both had a good laugh as I sat there in shock. This was all movingso fast and I was losing control as Grace and mother were navigating mynew life as Amy.Next ChapterThe following Monday I sent in my resignation letter, effectiveimmediately and at that moment, I became fully dependent on Grace andagreed to remain as Amy and become. It’s a hushed moment of intimacy unfolding with tender kisses and gentler touches the belie their rough hands and blistered feet.Despite the strain of urgency that chases them, whips them ever forward every day, every hour, they keep their youthful verve and fire in check, determined to make love as “adults”. Quivering, aching sighs of longings finally released replace forceful pronouncements of lust or desire. No overdone expressions of satisfaction or bravado tonight, just an experience.