Bend your knees so I can finish removing your panties." She did as she was told and I pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. She continued to ...ay flat on top of me, with only her hips rising and falling at a slow, steady pace at first. She felt so tight, so hot and so wet. I didn't think I would last long enough to give her any satisfaction, but it didn't take long before she picked up the pace and began moaning. The moans suddenly turned into a growl and then a low howl as she reached. She went out and bought a strap on. This just got ten times better, holy shit. She put it on and made her way back to the bed. "You ready?"I nodded. She started pressing it against my pussy, running it up and down and rubbing me pretty hard with it. She noticed my breathing got harder so then she started to push it inside me. She started to push harder and harder as i moaned untill every inch of it was inside me. It was about 7 inches, it felt amazing because that was the closest thing to a. ..now YOUR clothes, you wereaware you had started to sweat just a little bit. It released thewonderful smell of her lotion and body wash and body spray...you smelledlike her, smelled like a woman. It also made you notice how nice notwearing a wig was, as you could brush the hair from your face withouthaving to check to see if it had moved. And you checked your hair a lotnow.....you love it....a woman's hair cut and color, still can't get overon how it perfectly frames your face, your feminine. And I'm in so much turmoil over it. I get so aroused when I'm with him or think of him. I masturbate to him, imagining us doing all kinds of things to each other. When I cum, I call out his name. Then I feel so guilty about it. I shouldn't be having thoughts like this, but I can't help it. And then you come to me in here, a normal, healthy, attractive woman, a mother and a grandmother I presume. And calmly admit to having intercourse with your son. When you said that, the weight of guilt just.