I found myself wishing I could do a complete restart of the morning. Ms. Booker slid the report across the desk to me with a light push. “I’ll need that revised by the end of the day,” she instructed. I nodded and then looked down at the floor submissively. “Yes, Mother,” I responded. A shock jolted through me, instantly catching the vital breach of protocol. She slowly looked up at me with an ominous expression. Making reference to our family relationship while in the office was an offense of the highest order. As a summer intern in my mother’s law firm, I was afforded no special considerations due to our family ties. If anything, Mother tended to set the bar of approval several notches higher for me than the already demanding performance levels required of the rest of the staff. I trembled, feeling a heavy fog of silent tension hanging in the air as she stood up from her desk and crossed the office. The woman moved with the graceful ease of a cougar on the prowl, hips rolling sensuously in her tight black business pants. A subtle creak of hinges told me she was closing the wooden office door. The gentle metallic click of its latch into the frame causing me to flinch as if a steel-barred door of a jail cell had just slammed shut behind me. Her footsteps treaded lightly back across the carpet as she approached me indian from behind. I stood stock still, facing her desk, unwilling to turn and embrace her wrath. “You know, Madison,” she said quietly as I felt her hands find their way lightly to my waist, “I think sometimes you purposely try to vex me. Do you? Does it excite you? Did you come here this morning wanting to be taught a lesson?” “No, Mother... I mean, Ms. Booker... I... I would never...” I stammered in denial, feeling a nervous tremor shudder through me. A shiver raced up my spine as the tell-tale sound of a zipper could be heard. The back of my skirt split apart as the plastic teeth of the garment’s fastener disengaged from top to bottom. Fully opened, my pleated grey skirt fell away from my hips, slithering down my shapely thighs in a silky cascade to puddle around my feet. Despite my denial, the sopping wet crotch of my tight pink panties revealed the truth -- ‘Exhibit A’ in legal parlance. Mother’s fingers travelled up my inner thighs, finding the tell-tale abundance of vaginal wetness soaking through the sheer mesh of the lace. Her fingers withdrew, her hand reaching over my shoulder to bring the slimy digits into view. She rubbed her glistening fingers together, demonstrating their liberal coating of my girlish lubrication. I blushed, caught in my obvious lie. She issued a quiet chuckle under her breath. My pulse quickened as I braced myself to hear the command I knew was coming. “Panties down, please, Madison,” she instructed. My flush of shame flared to a more intense shade of crimson, the air-conditioned office suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm. Her tone was calm, but I immediately complied without question, years of discipline causing an instinctive reaction to obey. More exhausted than I had been in a long time, I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at my bed like it was the love of my life. The tips of those tentacles were teasing her hard, erect nipples as they continued to squeeze her perfect melons. It takes another ten minutes for them both to have their next orgasm. Smirking she moved the hand in his hair to his face, caressing his blushing cheek and raising him so he looked at her, her voice sultry, “I knew you would be... A man just a few years older than me got up and came up onto the stage. “Oh, my god, yes!” Mom howled. She slowly pulled back, then a bit deeper, and at least she was being gentle as she was fucking my ass. Food was the last thing to buy. Seth, a nerdy guy that I hung out with, sat down. Nina is multi-orgasmic and I can sense that she is close to her first one. “ Who will be on the other side, is the more pertinent question.” I frowned. “Tried to be fair indian to us? “You know, I was born at night, but not last night,” I retorted. Ok, moving past that… I pulled my wavy blonde hair up into a bun and pulled off my shirt. My eyes licked Momo’s body as the last articles of clothes came off. He would make it ten feet up and then slide five feet down, but fifteen minutes later, he was waving at me from the top. I could feel every shift of the second hand. One last time!” Scott pleaded. That last thought caused his pussy to get a little wet. Once we got to the middle of the room, I began undressing her. My coming out was rather easy, since I'm not such a stereotypical gay guy, but just a normal dude. Her sparse bush tickled by fingers as I rubbed her joy button. Naomi gave us a couple of small plastic bags to move them to the new car. I came with a shudder, delighting in the heightened sensations of my new body, feeling the pleasure coursing unrelenting through me. When the feeling dissipated, I looked down at my new relatives with eyes as ravenous as their own. "Heather, you're my little girl, I can't." More and more kept coming. “No my love you have done nothing wrong.” She sighed with relief. Almost. “I can see that several of you also know what was happening. She watched Samantha lick her fingers until they were sopping wet, and then stared in awe as she began to push them into her ass, arching her back and thrusting. Especially since he had stripped his shirt off and was wearing only shorts. This story follows on from the “Young Fern Part Six” and revolves around Willow and her new life living with her Dad. I gasped as her hand stroked up and down my Black shaft. I unhooked her bra, and eased it off her and took my first look at her boobies. But never as good as this Honey” as she thought back to her bi friend and her using strap-on’s. She does miss that with another female, and only hopes she and Kelly could become close and enjoy sex that only two women can. My pussy clenched, aching to be penetrated. He recognized one as her girlfriend from when he had known her, Erica.