And for every hour he wears it, he stays as a girl for ten minutes even when the bra is off. And after that, he’d turn back into a boy.There was abs...lutely no way he wanted that. Not now. Maybe not ever.How long had he been wearing it now? Maybe six, seven or eight hours?But it did feel great to lie there on his back with his breasts exposed. And if he was very lucky, they might even be sucked. He watched anxiously as Lucy dropped his bra by the side of the bed. “I know you’re worried honey,. .. I still can't hear what she's saying, but I'm satisfied just watching for now, observing her as she struts back and forth, eyes glued to her legs, the way her hips bounce, the way her tits jiggle inside the deep cleavage of the dress... "That's your mom, you perv!" I hiss to myself, and try to forget how hard I am... ... but I'm a teenager, and teenagers will get hard about anything... ... including their moms... My train of thought is shattered, as mom reaches back, and begins to unzip her. She laughed at me. “I’m trying to get you to feel!” she whispered, in something akin to the noise a Harrier jump jet makes on take-off. As my fingers brushed something hard and a little cold, I realised. She let loose my hand, and, trying not to touch anything that felt at all moist or warm, I realised there was a string of beads or something. I think I furrowed my brow, but there were at least fifty different questions that came to mind so I don’t know how she knew which to answer. “Oh, I’ll. Now three weeks since that night he felt that the time was readyBobby heard the sound of his mother opening her nightstand and knew what was coming next. Quietly he made his way back to his room before shutting the door and turning off the lights. He peeked under the door and watched as a couple minutes later his mother's small feet crept down the hall and stopped at his door. She stood there for a few seconds listening before continuing down to the living room downstairs.Bobby could feel his.