My aunt stood there for. While and asked her to come to the kitchen. Mom somehow managed to send her away.Mom gave a smashing smile to me and help up ...howing her boobs again. She took her one hand to cover her boobs and pulled my comfort to cover her body and I was like noooo! With an awkward smile holding my cock under the shorts and she smiled looking at it and went out of bed.I saw her totally nude with her butt clear and wet. I had already pushed her towel under my bed and she was standing. Then I applied a thick coating of creamy brown-red lipstick, outlining with an even darker shade. As was my usual practice, I turned from the mirror while I slipped on my auburn wig so that I could turn back and experience the thrill of seeing a beautiful woman looking back at me as I clipped the dangly hoops to my ears. The press on fashion nails went on next. I never ceased to be amazed by the way they feminized my hands. Then I remembered that the Mistress had mentioned the red corset and I. After that day I stopped thinking of her as my mom,and in my mind started calling her by her nameSusan. If I had never found those old magazines inthe attic, things might have been very different,and I would not have been forced to rape my mother.She really should have gotten rid of them, orlocked them up. In a way this is all her own fault.I guess I must feel a little guilty though so I amwriting it down to sort things out in my head, andfigure out what to do now. Thanksgiving was fast. The palm of my right hand was flat on her tummy as my lips were descending to her breasts. My fingers started moving beneath the elastic of her bottoms while my tongue was exploring the skin of her boob. My hand slipped under the confining elastic, and the part of my brain that controlled prehensile activity noted the lack of underwear. The knowledge kicked my internal temperature up another step and made my fingers clench a little in anticipation as my hand continued on its path down her tummy.