No-one accepts used socks and undies for clothing donations.Once all that was boxed up, we put it in mom’s car and headed into town. We had two stop... to make today. Our first was The Salvation Army, where we unloaded the clothes. Then it was off to the mall.I had no dresses, skirts, or other feminine clothing. I was wearing a soccer jersey, in the US Women’s Soccer Team’s colors, combined with a pair of Wranglers and cross-trainers, my white panties and no bra. Mom’s wouldn’t fit me.Before we. "Kiss me," she groaned, eyes glazing, fingers mushing at her vulva. She gasped and winced and repeated the order. "Kiss me, Carl. I'm going to come. Kiss Aunty Jean while she comes and comes and fucking comes..."I'd toed the heels of my training shoes off my feet, my socks were gone, jeans and boxers abandoned. My tee-shirt was across the room, where I'd flung it in my haste to be naked. My aunt was spread across the sofa, a hand at her sex while she rubbed away and watched me."If we do this,. Jim left and I headed down the stairs to the basement, my pulse racing and my nipples erect. Stephen had set up the flat bench with two large plates on the barbell. He was already lying on the bench under the bar. I walked over and removed my robe, saying simply, “I don’t need this getting in the way. Do you need a lift-off?” As I stood there, my shirt was long enough to come down just past my panties, but I knew once I stepped up and spotted him, slightly straddling his head, he would be. Saying something presumably in her native language, she looked down at herself, dabbing at her thigh with her napkin as she faced me directly. Looking up, she feigned embarrassment, addressing Cheryl and me together.“I am sorry,” she started in her sexy accent. “I have gotten something on myself. I did not mean to draw attention.” There was an obvious splotch on her pants that she scratched at with her nail. “Right here on my pants.”I almost spit out the bite of muffin I was enjoying. Fuck!.