A fraction of an inch at a time, the swell of my hips came in view--and the broad, sweet curve of my lower belly. My panties hugged me intimately, too... thin and clinging to soften the crease at the top of my pubic hair or to hide the dark-shadowed hump where the hair mat thrust forward on my love mound. In the rays of the rising moon--they reached in through the windows and bathed me with their dusky radiance just like in some mythical rite--wisps of black hair twisted around the edges of the. . I kept thinking `Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don’t have any clothes with me.’ Then I said, `Danny, are you SURE you didn’t have an accident?’ ‘No,’ he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, ‘Danny did you have an accident? This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled `SEE MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!!’ While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos. It was a desperately contented quintet that awoke to face the day and prepare us. The extra maid that Miss Lane had organised soon realised that we were well able to attend all our personal needs and her functions would simply be that of cleaner and cook. We breakfasted in the main dining hall amidst the unashamed stares of the other senior girls as Jacky, Cynthia and I helped Vee and Jenny get through the meal. Veronica managed with a set of cutlery clipped to her forearm stumps and she had. At first I didn't quite notice, but bit by bit I could tell that Mom's attitudes toward me had definitely shifted. Now all at once, she was becoming girlishly coy and decidedly flirtatious. Her modesty began slipping also. More and more she would be wearing only a robe around the house, and it kept slipping open from time to time. When we kissed, she would press her body against mine harder, especially if I had an erection, as I usually did now. (Although I had fucked a few girls by this time,.