She began rocking her a bit. I began to slowly pull out, but only about halfway. I pushed back in. After a few strokes, the movement was a bit easier,... but this was by far the tightest pussy I had been in. Not that I had been in all that many!Now that she was loosened up some, I started slowly sliding in and out, pulling almost all the way out and then sinking back in. She was moaning.“Hook your ankles around my legs.”She did and I started moving faster. I was afraid to really pound her but we. ”“Are you a slut?”“Do you want me to be?”“Do you enjoy being naked?”“Yes,” she let her arms go slack and the red gown seemed to flow off her arms into the breeze, filling the sky with swirls of crimson. “Yes, I do ... master.”Hoping the Master PC program had rendered us suitably invisible to anyone, I held Anita close, running my hand over her recent surgery. She actually noticed my inspection.“Like what you see?” she asked, offering herself to me.“Yes. Very much,” I said. “I love what I see.”I. I know all kinds, but I am the only Active Greater Chameleon I know. And that is simply because most are like me. We change so radically, that the entire guest form is our disguise. And we are a bit paranoid about people connecting them to our host forms.”“Have you asked the others?”“Yes, but that is a problem. Lesser Chameleons seem to have no changes other than cosmetic. And then I have Clint, who I have talked to about this. He is a Greater Chameleon, but static. He also told me things like. ” Seeing her eyes go to his middle he lifted his ass and peeled down his underwear. Admiring his fifty-two-year-old mother’s remarkably preserved body he said, “You’re beautiful Mom.”“Get in the middle of the bed sweetie,” she coaxed. “You know what I want.” When he positioned himself with his head on the pillow his mother climbed on the bed and straddled his thighs. Looking into his eyes she wrapped her fist around his reddened phallus and stroked him. With a proud, motherly smile she said,.