Nick’s tensed arms were able to raise the small woman up in the air, over his shoulders: in that position, her pussy was at the same level of her so...n’s head. The boy was astonished; his mind was confused. How many times had he fantasized about his mother’s body? How many times had he dreamed to fuck her in all the possible positions? Lots and lots! But never he had imagined to be asked to lick her piss-wet pussy. It was a dirty thing, yes! But so enticing, so exciting! For few seconds,. Karen hadn't been involved with us for a while. But then came the part that I didn't want to hear. "Paul, Karen is going to bring Jennifer with her. So we are going to have to keep it straight. Jennifer doesn't know what's going on between me, you, and her mom." Yep, Jennifer is Karen's daughter. I had only met her once, which was about 2 years ago. She is 13, the same age as me. But they live across town, so we haven't been in school together or anything like that. When mom and Karen would. By hearing this my cock became rock harder. She was in black bra and panty now. I again started kissing her along with pressing her boobs. They were so soft, I still remember.I started licking a nipple with tongue and I heard my mother moaning. These moans made my dick harder and it was throbbing at her pussy now. I stopped kissing her boobs and took off her bra and panty and there she was, all naked. I touched her pussy which was shaved.Now my moaning mother lowered my shorts and my 7-inch. Achieving what she imagined was a dragonish mental state, she shifted the mental frames of self-reference.The beauty of self-shifting is that at some level, everyone decides who they really are for themselves, and it isn’t (much) affected by the objective reality consensus, as it is internalization of self.And it was done. Painless, as every intermediary frame step of the transformation was stable, and she could have stopped at any one of them, and she did pause at a few useful humanoid ones..