Why would a son ask his mother to dress like that, his sister too. Come to that why was I excited by the thought of it. “Tarts, whores, you know,”...he said.I wore a skin tight red dress. My nipples poked through the cheap thin material. I didn’t wear a bra. The dress covered my bum, just. I wore black knickers, transparent, without a cotton gusset, so my pussy lips visibly kissed the nylon. The black calf length boots were heeled. My makeup, was as requested heavy. Heavy black mascara, black eye. She slowly put her delicate hand over his crotch. She turned her head furtively and looked at his profile with her eyes slightly downcast. She gave some pressure to his mound of flesh while still pressing his hand into her thigh.The program was actually almost over. The last credits were running. Paul lifted his arms and stretched. Leora stroked his prick and felt him getting aroused. This excited her. He glanced over and smiled at her. She giggled and rubbed his cock a little harder. She was. Jaime's eyes drifted closed and she let out a long loud snore. She had been asleep the whole time, Ali told herself.She slid her fingers from her crotch and put her knees down. Carefully, so as not to get any of the sticky goo on her sheets, she pulled her arm out from under the covers and pushed them back. She got up and her bare feet slapped on the linoleum on her way to the bathroom, only weaving a little. She washed her hands, brushed her teeth, went to the bathroom one last time and went. . The doctors said that we should take you home andgently remind you of who you were. Let me help you with your make-up,honey."She smoothed chapstick on my lips, and then followed it up with soft pinklipstick that felt soft and silky on my lips. I reached up to wipe them,but she slapped my hands away. "Sarah, no wiping. You have to leave italone and get used to it." Then she made me keep still whilst she put asmall amount of blue eye shadow on my eyes.I looked in the mirror and a beautiful girl.