"Mommy didn't hear that, baby." "Yes," I choke out, mouth dry as a desert. "Yes, what?" Normally when she said this, she meant for me to say "yes ma'a..." like the polite Southern girl I am. This time, I don't think that's what she wants. She keeps saying Mommy. . . Does she want me to call her that? Even though she knows what we're doing right now. . . it's a sin. Does that turn her on? To be deliberately sinful? "Yes, Mommy, you turn me on." She rewards me with a kiss. I'd never kissed a girl. I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adamant. Saturday morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick, and that was not far from the truth but the kids were eager to leave and Tom seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and we left to walk over there. As we walked down the street I took stock of my family. Tom was 36, a fairly successful attorney and his practice was just beginning to come into its own. After some hard years it looked. I’m admiring the way the dress hangs off my fake breasts and pert round bum when Jake, now dressed in a pair of loose black silk trousers, slips his arms around my waist and pulls me back against him.“Now, we just need a wig, a pair of heels and to do your make-up.” He whispers in my ear. We move further along the wall and stop, so Jake can once more activate another screen. I’m able to watch this time as he selects dressing table and bench, then suddenly a section of granite floor slides away. Jenny can never thrill me like this,honey! Seeing my homosexual fantasy boy dressed wonderfully in women'sclothing and so sweetly made up makes you hotter than Jenny ever couldbe, my dear transvestite pussy boy!"I couldn't believe it! Charles led me by the hand to the bedroom. Iawkwardly walked in my spiked high heel shoes trying to keep up withhim. He deftly pulled down the bed covers making the bed ready forlovemaking! He gently forced me to lie on my back on the bed.He felt me up all over,.