My goal of looking like a cheap street whore took shape, now the shoulder length, dark wavy wig and there was the slut twinking back from the mirror. ...lipping in a black, very tight, armless, strech top which showed off my rigid nipples and small natural cleavage, I then stripped over a cream coloured , long armed satin blouse and a very short school girl style, red checkered mini skirt. Now a few final touches, fake Perls around the neck, big round clip on earrings, a few cheap rings on the. "She wasn't a whore like you! I told you to never mention her again!" he sneered as he pinned her wrists in to the small of her back and pushed his knee in between her legs, forcing them apart. "You said she looked like me. Did she have my smile?” she asked in defiance as she winced at the pain shooting in her wrists from being squeezed tightly together. He grabbed a fist full of her hair with his free hand, close to her scalp, and pushed her face in to the pillow. "Maybe you'll shut the. I hold her back and pressing and she too hold my back and pressing. Our hands were massaging and we were kissing deep and passionate till our tongue touch. We kept on kissing deep and tasting the saliva and our tongue were moving inside our mouth.We broke the kiss and looked each other and hold more tight till our body touched completely. I brought my hand front and kept on her boobs and pressed little over her thin blouse.Wow . . . . Very soft and firm boobs mom.Huuu . . . . Press slow. Andthey just felt so good every time I tried them on.The first person to catch me was my Mother, she at first dismissed it asharmless curiosity, but I didn't stop as I got older. I got deeper intoit, even if it was sporadic to begin with. The urges became stronger andharder to resist.Momma was more understanding, I was the youngest of three boys, and she'dalways wanted a daughter but hadn't had one. My brothers Jerry and Marktook a bit longer, but they seemed to understand after a bit.