Don’t know why but that’s what it was. Except that morning I was feeling horny and just could not resist. Instead of sitting down, I joined her at... the counter and put my hands on her hips and kissed her neck, you know the spot just below the jawline and the collarbone. “Hummm, what brings this on?” she asks.“I want you.” That’s all I could say. I brought my hands up around her stomach and slowly grabbed both her tits through her housecoat and she grabbed my hand squeezing her own tits with my. My Mom is 5’ 6"; she has nice big boobs (42DD) a little over weight (about my size belly). She has slim legs, and a nice full ass. No little tight ass for me. I would put my ear to the wall and listen to my parents fucking, and jerk off picturing myself in there rather than my Dad. I loved to look up my Mom's shorts when she would lay back to take a nap in the recliner. Depending on her position I could see a cheek of her ass and sometimes the hair sticking out of her panties. I'm getting a. He looked up to see a security guard and immediately crumpled into a fetal position, his hands covering his face.Bob was in a dreamland for a few seconds. His hands had covered his face automatically, thanks to the last incident he'd had with a security guard. While he couldn't see anything, he could hear Betty's frantic screams, which set off a couple of other women who screamed in sympathy with her, apparently. The security guard was shouting too, attempting to restore order, and the door. She seemed to be expecting some kind of response from me."Yes'm," I said finally. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I wasn't, of course. This was a triumph of sorts. The more I looked and acted like anormal girl, the more I'd disappoint her. I'd better rememberthat, I told myself, and decided then and there that I'd go as faras I could, I'd in no way resemble a boy for the next few months. So I let one of my wrists droop, the way the girls in school alwaysdid with theirs. And I tightened my throat.