"Sweetheart, I'm not Mistress. I'm Mom. You look verynice."Actually, Vickie's clothes alarmed Tess. They were so...ordinary. Thatalarmed her most of a...l. From what little she had seen on TV, cross-dressers liked to dress elegantly, with fancy gowns and wigs. Vickielooked like it was just another Thursday. And because she looked soordinary, it struck Tessa that she dressed so ordinarily. How manymornings had she dressed like this? How many eggs had she fried? Her sonwas a domestic. Her son was. I pulled the curtains over and closed the view that Alf so clearly enjoyed.That night the sex we had was out of this world. Jenny has never been so sexually vibrant as she was that night. Even I, managing to get it up three times before I fell asleep exhausted, to spunk three loads in one night was just outstanding. It was a good job I’d had the snip otherwise I’d have put baby in her.The following morning (Sunday) we were up at our usual time. Breakfast was a little sombre as both of us. Right now, this second, it’ll be confusing. I get that, my darling. It’s a shock to me, too. I didn’t think I’d ever go that far. But when I saw you come in…”“What about dad?”She grimaced and wriggled around, my cock slipping out of her body.My step-mother sat up, a hand down between her legs. “God, it’s all coming out.” She pointed to my tee-shirt. “Get that, will you. I need to catch this spunk.”With questions bouncing around inside my head, the guilt sour in the pit of my stomach, I left the. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him for a deep, passionate kiss. Brent's abdomen was tense and vibrating, anticipating the next few moments. He reached under the light sweater she was wearing and began to remove it. Bonnie waited until the sweater was off before she undid his belt and pulled the zipper down on his slacks. She reached inside and ran her fingers over his growing erection. In a matter of a minute, they were disrobed, lying back on the bed, caressing each.