She ordered me to strip and to give her my clothes, which she took and placed in the wardrobe, locking the door afterwards and pocketing the key. She ...ook a key from her purse and then unlocked the case, she gestured for me to open it. I opened the case and found it crammed with ladies clothing. Mistress led me to the bathroom and orderd me into the shower, I washed and shaved, but as I was about to leave, Mistress ordered me back in and proceeded to lather my legs, ordering me to shave. Once I. The robe was gapping apart its full length and I could now see that Mom was completely naked. She wasn’t even wearing panties!Surprisingly, Mom’s pendulous breasts lost my attention. Even those magnificent orbs couldn’t compete with the slash of hair now visible, now gone, then there again as the robe flapped across Mom’s front. She picked up Dad’s glass and very, very slowly held it up to look at it in the kitchen light on the ceiling behind my head, the light that wasn’t even on. The robe. It looksgood on you, and it's obviously comfortable. Well as comfortable as onecan get right now.? I feel myself blushing furiously, as I smile embarrassed, lowering my headand gaze not quite sure how to proceed. I walk towards the backyard, guidingour guest your way, calling for you. You stand up and extend your handto him in friendly welcome. I introduce you, and turn back to get beersand some snacks for him. As you get involved in amicable conversation,getting to know each other, discussing. "Kin y'sew?" she demanded, looking about as if expecting a crowd to gather any minute."Some," I told her, "like any soldier." You don' look like no soldier. What regiment?" she demanded."Hush," I said. "I'm in t'other army, Washington's." Lord a'mighty," she said. "You ain't!"I nodded and got her started toward my basement hideaway where I lit a candle and found the landlady's meager sewing kit. She pulled off the top of her dress and wrapped herself in a thin quilt while I built up the fire. I.