"A secret?" I asked, surveying the women in the room.
"Yes, well...it's ...rather hard to explain, really," stammered my mother, glancing at the other women with a mixture of excitement and uneasiness on her face.
"Why don't we just SHOW him?" asked Mrs. Gabrielli, a HOT Italian woman with massive jugs and coal-black hair. "It's much easier than trying to explain it all."
"Well, Joe," interrupted Mrs. Flemington, (who bore a slight resemblance to an aging Kelly LeBrock) "Several years ago, your mother and I met at a womens' support group for single mothers. She and I took a fondness to each other, both being without men in our lives, and began to spend more time with each other outside of the group. Soon enough, our attraction became...more than intellectual."
My mother blushed slightly, then walked over and kissed Mrs. Flemington fully on the lips. "What I didn't know was how contagious she was," my mother told me, her nipples clearly hard beneath her shirt. "But I found out soon enough....what she was, what I'd become, and what we would make others who needed it."
Mrs. Priven began to growl. "Show HIM!" she said, her eyes yellowing.
"Show him...show him," the other women said, ringing the room with eager yellow eyes.
My mother dropped to all fours, raising her ass in the air, and Mrs. Flemington slid down behind her, tearing my mother's skirt off, burying her face in my mother's muff.
"Rrrrrrrrrr," growled my mother, her ears pointing up through her head, her eyes now yellow as the others'.