Today judy would be escorted to the sorting station by her father and most likely never see her mother again. She left her bedroom without getting dr...essed and hugged her mother good-by. She looked at her mother one last time with longing. She knew she did not have the body to become a wife quality female. In fact she may not have the looks to become a human female.Females are sorted in the following categories:The most perfect physical specimens became eligible to become wives and breeders. If I would talk nasty to her about Devon while fucking her with the dildo, she would orgasm. With me watching her act so slutty while she fantasized about him fucking her seemed to be a pleasurable thing for both of us.Two weeks of those games went by. I left work early one day to get some documents I had left at home that morning, when I saw Devon?s car parked in my usual space. I knew what I was going to find. My heart was beating fast and the anticipation of what I might find was. I loved the look on his face and the occasional groans of pleasure as my hand gave him the satisfaction his own could not. The tingle of excitement between my thighs had grown rapidly into a raging itch that needed to be attended to. I reached underneath my skirt and started rubbing my cunt-mound through my soaked panties, watching Charles"s eyes gleam as he followed my hand. "Oh, Mom!", he gasped, when he realized what I was doing. I had the sudden depraved impulse to let my son watch me rub. So stop threatening me or you'll be the one getting an appointment. With a shrink." How are you... SQUEAKY! You're S.O.L. now, dick head," he said, grabbing me by the shirt and lifting me up to his face.I looked in his eyes with a huge grin on my face, waiting and hoping he would try something."Squeaky, put him down," Tracy said coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel."But Trace! He's just asking for it. HEY! Stop looking at her like that!" Chris, put him down... NOW! Scott really needs.