I had been practising with my abilities. I had gained some control over my fire abilities, but I still ended up incinerating a few outfits calling the... fire out of me. This didn't please Gwen, since we couldn't really afford to keep buying lots of new clothes. I kept practising my stealth ability, trying out the non-invisible option where I could vary the image I projected. I was beginning to get fairly good at it, able to hold a small alteration, something like a simple mask, for hours at a. As a very young boi, I loved playing with dolls and other girlie things. I avoided the company of other bois my age because to be honest, they frightened me. They just gave off a threatening and hostile vibe that I went out of my way to avoid them. Instead I preferred the company of the girls. I took a lot of heat all the way through school, and after puberty I began totally embracing my femininity, by overt means, such as, wearing makeup, girlie clothing, and flaunting my transgenderism. You're nearly grown, and I've done a fine job of raising you. Be proud Sam. You're my best gift to this world, and it's my gift to you. From now on, you're your own boss." Five inches from my face, I watched her face relax into a reassuring smile.I don't know how they could have, but her words choked me up. I had tears in my eyes. Perhaps her voice simply resonated with my heart - I swear it stopped beating for one count. I exhaled sharply and just snuffled for air and gulped saliva. My mother,. Who wouldn't? He was moaning as his hand went further and touched her bare thighs, just short of her pussy. When he cupped his hand there, her wetness would have given her excitement away.She told me that despite the alcohol, she did think that she was doing wrong but realiised he was very excited and thought she was to blame for agreeing to the kissing and that she should give him at least a hand job to calm things down and finish the scenario. But just as she was fishing for his cock, he.