But then one day something had changed in the house and by something I mean my mother. I woke up one morning and instead of my mothers usual outfits ...he was wearing a looser shirt that showed Alot more of her chest. I could tell she wasnt wearing a bra that day and my eyes were glued to her chest hoping to get a glimpse of my mothers tits. Truthfully she had caught me right handed goggling at her chest. "Something your looking for" she said as my face went pure red in embarrassment. I knew. This experiment was onlysupposed to be for a week and I probably had enough garments to mix andmatch for that amount of time. If, at the end of the week, I decided tocontinue cross-dressing on an occasional basis - and I thought I probablywould - then I could always borrow odd items from Mary's shop; why did weneed to spend money now? Still I wasn't going to argue with Mary as sheclearly had set her heart on our little expedition; so we arranged thatshe would come to the gallery at 12:30.The. She was starting to react to the skillful blow job, so her kisses became a little more ugrent quickly. In no time, we were having a battle - who could put their tongue further into the other's mouth, the kisses were wet, sloppy and very, very erotic. My right hand was free to slide inside her flimsy, see through, black top and stroked her tiny but nurtured titties, making the nipple, hard and and proud.Marion was quivering and tense by now and our mouth were fully open, pressed hard against. He knew now that there was no way he could ever give this up - even though he also knew he had to change how he acted with his women. Why was it so easy and natural with Sarah and Karla and yet he continually allowed himself to be tempted with his mother? She had quickly claimed the place of being something akin to his partner in crime in regards to his sexual escapades; he couldn’t picture his aunt or teacher being in her role. Jason wondered if he had subconsciously let it happen - that.