Vyera is swamping me, covering every surface, seeping into every corner. There is less and less space for Jenny; less and less time for Jenny. It's st...opped being Jenny pretending to be Vyera. It's more like there's Vyera and this other person sometimes, who is Jenny. How long before I am Vyera all the time? Sometimes I look at Jenny as if she is a different person. I see, through Jenny, her husband; a man called Joe. He is ever so far away now. When I was Jenny ... When there was a Jenny, the. " Not quite everything," said Elaine. "Charlie, the other day she askedme if I thought you'd be OK with taking female hormones."I stared at her. "I'm... I'm not, am I?" No, no, of course you're not. I told her that giving you hormones was astep too far. She saw sense eventually." Well," I said, "thanks for that. I don't really fancy sprouting my ownboobs. Although the thought of not having to shave does have a certainappeal."Our conversation was ended by the sound of the shower being turned. She appeared to be about 19 or 20, perfect completion, black hair, average sized breasts, quite cute. She of course was dressed in the maid uniform of the hotel a blouse, skirt and sensible shoes.She watched at the crack for about a minute while I stood there trying to force away my embarrassment at being caught. Turning back she said in a low voice. "She looks great, have a look again; I think she is about to cum."Not knowing what else to do I put my eye back to the crack. The maid was right. ... FUCK your Mommy!!" I grinned and pushed my cock into my mother's deliciously slick pussy until I was balls deep in her, her groaning intensifying. She was not as tight as my sister, but her cunt still gripped me snugly. The liquid warmth of her love canal felt exquisite on my throbbing cock. She moaned with desire: "OH my GOD, that's what I've been MISSING...FUCK ME, SON! FUCK ME!" I pulled back and pushed into her again, sawing my cock in and out of my mother's sweet pussy, faster and.