The feeling of her body pressed against mine awakened sweet memories. Then, her face contorted as her casted leg bumped against my shin. “Oh, I’m...so sorry,” I muttered. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said and retrieved her crutches as I was holding the door open for her. In the elevator, I noticed a strip of white gauzy material hanging under the hem of her dress. I took it and crumpled it in my hand. “What’s this? What are you doing?” Jill asked and knitted her brows. “Uh… the doctor used it. You must want some hot cock."Sally's hand flew to her mouth at her son's brash words. She wanted to act diffident and self-righteous but her son's words had hit home. It was true. She longed for hard cock and had spent many a night dreaming of hot cock. Yes, Yes, she had even thought of her own son's cock filling her. Did he know that?She let out another guttural moan when she saw him pulling at the zipper of his pants. "No, Tommy, No!" She lifted both hands as if to shield herself.She couldn't. At this stage, I wasn’t sure whether it was by way of objection, her acquiescence or just annoyance, but I allowed myself to believe I was in luck, and that it was a positive response to my clumsy sexual overtures. I heard her mumble: “Are you sure you’re okay, Ken?”My affirmative reply was to kiss her neck and shove my hips forward again, further into her ass crack, as I felt the blood flow stronger and the tingling in my proud, reborn dick increase. Here I was, I thought, approaching the. Next came lipstick. I applied it, blotted, brushed powder over it then appliedand blotted again.I pulled the wig from the bag. It was past shoulder length, dark brown, almostthe same colour as my own hair and loosely curled so it would bounce as I moved.I had bought it from a fancy dress shop nearby and Michelle hadn't seen it sowouldn't be able to recognise me by my hair.I had a pair of clip on dangly earrings, which I attached to my ears after I'dbrushed the wig out and settled it into place.