Still, Fiona had said he would soon be ready forthree-inch heels, which would make his movements even more feminine thanthey had already gotten.She to...ld him to stroll around. He automatically held his arms out a fewinches from his sides and kept his wrists limp. She was delighted thathe didn't have to be prompted any longer to assume the proper bodylanguage. Plus, his voice had grown higher and softer, with no morelapses in its girly sound like there had been in the beginning. Parkerwas. Shortly after my arrival and our hello's, she unloaded the details of her dilema. About an hour of storytime later, we sit in a bit of awkward silence. It was obvious what she wanted from me. I had told her about my neighbor. However, I'm not sure if it was propriety or her religious background that kept her from asking me the actual question.My mind wandered, analyzed and debated. Then....the breeder in me arose from the depths. I quickly took hold of the situation and TOLD her what we were. She doesnt think hes coming out of there. he asks if she wants to talk about it and she says yes. she tells him to drive to a local lane where its quiet. when they get there she starts telling him all her troubles then bursts into tears. he feels a bit out of place but puts his arm around her to comfort her. she leans into him and begins to sob. after a couple of seconds she calms down and looks at him. she says hes such a mature boy for his age and would he like to be treated like a mature. She turned around, dyed-blonde hair spilling about her face. She had such a huge smile on her face as she engulfed us both, celebrating in the miracle of her son breeding her daughter. Her soft breasts pressed against me. “This is amazing. I get to be a grandmother again.”“I know,” I squealed then kissed my big brother on the mouth. I shuddered, my hand sliding down his body to stroke his wet cock.He was soaked in Mommy’s juices. I writhed in delight, my tongue dueling with my brother’s. I.