As it flowed out, the movement lifted the hem to show a glimpse of the petticoat lace, and a shiver of excitement ran through me as I realized that I ...ooked quite beautiful. Suddenly, I felt relaxed and very happy, and turned to my mother and shrugged, "Mum, I think it's wonderful what you've done to me; I'm not sure what I feel; I just feel mixed up! I know a boy shouldn't say it, but I think that I like wearing this dress and these girls' clothes, and for some reason I'm enjoying it. Is that. " I didn't have to look, I already knew what was there. However, just to make sure, I glanced over to confirm my suspicions. Sure enough, there was my stash of sacred magazines. Of all the days she had to clean. I have to admit, I was never real careful about where I hid that box, I just tried to put it in places where I thought she'd never go. Like down by my workbench or someplace like that. Who'd have thought. So, I did the only thing I could do in that situation. Looking her. His sullenness and what seemed like desperation has a way of worrying her. Reflecting on his in-securities and the sweetness in the words he spoke make her smile. He is good and strong. She's a good girl not to worry him. Working fingers over the already over fucked clit, she feels the swollen-ness and cunt juices on her hand. Tenderly she rubs the sweet thing thinking of her man gone. She rubs thinking about the abuse it's gonna get from her while he's away. It wouldn't take much to get off. I was spending the night at my friend's house one Sunday about four years ago. I loved spending the night at his house because he had an incredibly sexy divorced mom with an amazing beautiful body and long blonde hair. Full busty tits and an ample juicy ass. She looks a lot like pornstar Alura Jenson. My friend and I were doing the usual stuff throughout the day like: playing video games, watching movies, eating, hanging outside, etc. Unfortunately, it was now 10pm on a school night and his mom.