I lay in the bed breathing quickly and gentle stroking the folds of my pussy and until the spasm subsided. I hid the book so my parents couldn’t fin... it, turned the lamp out and went to sleep.After that you couldn’t stop me frigging myself I experimented more and more. To start with I just played with myself, if my parents were out I sat in front of the mirror and pulled my lips apart and started by stroking my little button. It didn’t take much for a blob of white goo to appear at my cunt hole. I was immediately impressed with the nice physique my son had now. He had nice muscle tone; his chest and arms were developing nicely. I also noticed his ‘package’ in front of his boxers bulged slightly, indicating that he was developing nicely there too. I must admit, I took some degree of pride in the fine looking young man my son had become. Gary ’s father was a big man, about 6 ft 4 inches tall and 225 pounds. One the other hand, I was a small petite woman, 5 ft 4 inches (if I stretched),. " Repeat business is how we make our money here," grinned Charlie, "We like to think we offer a service you can't get anywhere else. So, what sort of thing do you fancy?" I guess maybe one shirt type of thing and maybe a t shirt sort of arrangement," I said."Cool, OK what sort of material do you want? Hold on, I'll grab my samples so you can get a look."She handed me a book of fabric swatches and we flipped through the various materials, Charlie commenting on what the materials were best for.. Recently though, I've noticed they've become even shorter and tighter, ending just a few inches below her buttocks and clinging to her like a second skin. She'd had her tits done a few years back and so doesn't usually wear a bra. As for panties, well at that time I couldn't say whether she wore them or not and today was no exception, even though her skirt ended just inches below her pussy and the bottom of her arse cheeks were visible. She also wore a see through black blouse with a tiny.