“Is it still the evening?” He asked her, still unsure of what day it was.“Yeah it is, you've only been out for an hour or two. I thought I'd let...you sleep, recharge your batteries.” She poked her head through the shower curtain with the naughtiest grin on her face Matthew had ever seen. “We've got a long night ahead of us.” She smiled.The facial expression he wore was a combination of “FUCK YEAH!” and “Holy shit, it's actually going to happen.”She instantly knew what he was thinking. “Well....”. Sheer black nylons, and four inch, strap on pumps. Herhair was done up in a wild manor, spilling over her shoulders and back.And then there were those beautiful eyes again. We sat at a booth, bought some drinks, and I was about to let her haveit once and for all when she interrupted my rehearsed speech."Listen up..." she started. "I doubt you remember much from that firstnight, you were pretty hammered. But I remember it very well. Iremember going back to my house. I remember us doing it. As I walked through work the first day, just feeling my jeans against my smooth shaven skin was a huge turn on, I felt my little sissy clit getting harder and harder as the day went on, tugging my panties tighter and tighter against my little bitty pussy ass, as they get stretched out. Its so erotic knowing that I am such a slut, that underneath my dirty grungy work clothes is a sexy soft girly sissy begging to be abused by cocks. mmmm. Spending all day at work turned on, coming home to check. Jessica simply smiled and waved the idea off, saying she and the boys had been feeling a little cooped up. Throughout dinner, however, a definite subcurrent of sexuality pulsed.“So, Mom, when did you start dating Dad?” asked Andrew. At fifteen he had barely begun dating himself. The entire concept of his parents dating was foreign to him.Jessica’s eyes widened at this. “Oh, well, I mean, I always knew your father. We grew up together and went to school together from the first grade on. Still, I.