Why else would I write so many sex stories?” I added.“So, are you working on a story now?” She inquired.“Ah, yes.” I answered.I explained...to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was having difficulty with the sex scene. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a necessary evil.“So, you think sex is a necessary evil?”. " I turned beet red and hesitated a bit to long. "Well if your to shy I guess I will pick them for you." she teased. She unzipped the bag and it was mindnumbing, the amount of porn inside. She began reading me the titles and showing me the pictures. "Hmmm can't judge a book by its cover, so why don't you pick a few and I'll fix us up some dinner and a couple of glasses filled with the blood of christ and we could preview a few, that should help, ok." Where am I, I thought, can this get any more. I don't think I ever tried on anything of my sister's for years after that, the feeling of wearing my mother's clothes was overwhelmingly more sexy and fulfilling.The weeks and months that followed saw me get more and more addicted to wearing my mothers clothes. I tried on all kinds of her dirty panties. Then I tried wearing her tights (pantyhose). Amazing! They fitted me far better than my sister's, and felt so good on my legs. Then I started trying on her bras. Again the feeling was. Janet sat. The leather felt clammy, almost like rubber. “Size six?” the doctor suggested as he took a pair stylish black high heeled shoes. “Wash her feet please Miss Jones.”“You seriously have to be joking,” Miss Jones protested but the doctor waved away her protests with a swish of his hand..“Look untie me and I’ll do it myself," Janet offered but Miss Jones went to fetch a bowl of warm water from the unit at the side of the room. She pulled on a pair of white latex glove“Just relax Janet,.