I could practically feel myself falling.I watched as her eyes travelled down my body, the covers having already been discarded in the throes of passio...n. Feeling self-conscious about the conspicuous bulge in my breeches, I gazed at her instead, and noticed that her nipples had hardened enough to be visible through her nightshirt, and that the nightshirt itself had risen enough to reveal a long smooth thigh.A moment later, I jumped slightly as one delicate finger began tracing a line down my. I had begun taking to walking into her room in her slip bra and panties while leaving my jeans and shirt in my room, daring Mom to walk in so quickly that she would trap me in her room before I could run into mine to change. As much as I fantasized getting caught in all reality I was terrified that it would ever happen. But for all this fear the constant eroticism of masturbating to this fantasy led me closer and closer to enacting it. However, I feared that getting caught might lead to. My classmates and I had attended Ms. Baker's husband's funeral just last summer. He had died in an automobile accident leaving the thirty year old school teacher alone. I was sure that this big house kept her very busy with the maintenance."Sure, I could use the money. I will be getting my drivers license soon and need to save to pay for the extra insurance on the family car." Let me show you the back yard. It's a mess." She led me down a narrow sidewalk between the house and some six foot high. Well, any chance you have your Grammy's photos around? I'dlove to see if I could further nail this theory down."Robin shook her head. "Not in my wallet. I left her stuff back inDeepwater."Vivian sighed. "Shame. Well, at the very least, I'll bet your charmingdrawal comes from her."Robin rolled her eyes. "Come on, Vivian. You know that speech isn'tgenetic." And while Robin knew that was true, she couldn't deny that shetoo thought her accent seemed a bit stronger post-transformation."True," Vivian.