You see, darling, you're not the only mother who fucks her own son."Henry raised his hips, grimacing as he slid his enormous cock out of Patty's stret...ched, tender asshole with a lurid plopping sound. Then he stood in front of his mother, looking at her expectantly. Patty watched, almost unable to believe her eyes as Margaret dropped to her knees, facing Henry's gigantic prick. The lad's massive, twitching hard-on was soiled and sticky from fucking Patty's asshole. Margaret obviously didn't care. Just.. Right, I quickly realize her clothes fitting around me justright is going to redefine "fit". I walk to the bathroom dread in thepit of my stomach, my thighs rub in a weird way and I hit the doorwaywith my wide hips I use to love so much, rub my hip with a pout and lookup, my heart flutters as I see my baby in the mirror, I just wish I sawme behind her. I stop and stare at myself pouting with my hand on myhip, she looks so cute, but she needs to pee so I pull down my shortsand sit down. "Hey Homo wake up," Sam hollered and he slapped that guy around the face."W'what," he says, as he sort of shakes himself, "Oh my christ." he wails."You want some cocaine or something," Sam asked."Yeah!" he screams. "Well there's a dealer in Clarksonville, black guy, less they lynched him as well." Sam joked, "You fixing on being a girl?" I'm not letting you do it," he said, "You butcher!" he said as he hauled his tee shirt part way back on and he couldn't get it over his tits."Look guy, what. "As a matter of fact I have," I replied."Would it be possible for me to see them?" she asked."Not unless you buy me dinner first," I said smiling."Nothing like that I assure you. I would like you to model for our figure study lab," she said."What makes you think I would do that?" I asked."You obviously have an interest in art, and it would be a chance to get some first class drawings of yourself. We could also pay a hundred dollars a session," she said."I'm really not good at keeping schedules..