The First Test

It was one evening while I was sitting on the couch reading a good book, my tail swaying around slowly in rhythm with the long-forgotten song in my head at the time. One thing to know about Alison was she tended to dress like a stereotypically gay guy. Whether that meant she wore something overly flamboyant, shorts with tight tank tops, or both, she wore it. When turned 16, she would wear a fake mustache around. Spent the whole year as Freddy Mercury, her favorite artist. That year, however, she was on more of a gay grunge look, so she came out with a half buzz cut of rainbow hair, an "I *heart* Everyone" shirt with a winky face in the heart and light blue distressed jeans. She was one of the Edians that preferred not to wear shoes, though. Which was weird during her bellbottom phase.

She was exactly 6 feet tall, meaning she was slightly taller than I was, but not much. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, but she definitely had more style. "Hey, Mom," she greeted as she entered our living room and plopped herself on the couch. "So, you know how curious I am and wanting to try anything and everything. And well, I've been looking around online at some stuff and I also know you are into some shit. So, I was wondering...if I could...if I could spank you?"

That immediately **** out a laugh from me. "What brought this on? What sort of things were you looking at online? Not that I couldn't guess."

"Well, I...my friends have always been telling me how attractive you are; the resident MILF, you are, and I've been researching some fetishes and was just sort of wondering if I could try some out on you; see if I'm into them," she explained.

I laughed again. "Friends, huh?" I asked and considered her offer. It's not that I didn't find her attractive, either, she was fucking gorgeous. I have to admit, as she grew into the beautiful woman she is, I more than once patted myself on the back. And if you think being referred to as a MILF didn't give me a little extra bit of pride, you'd be wrong. That meant I still had it. Whatever it was.