"I mean, I don't do it usually. It's just that..." she motioned to the wall. Bill suddenly noticed the rhythmic sound of John's bed-head hitting the w...ll. "It just got me going," Lisa finished with her eyes downcast. "I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she finished.When Bill didn't answer, Lisa looked up to find him looking from her to the thumping wall. His hand was absently moving up and down on his towel covered crotch."Oh, God, that is so hot!" Lisa thought as she watched. The shorts fit really snug, but clearly showed off my lack of agirls equipment, but Jenny said that she would find out a way to fixthat. Mom ignored all that and told me that she wanted me to be properlydressed every day, meaning dressed as a girl, which means hair, clothesand makeup, just like my sister. The first day Jenny took out thepigtails and brushed my hair into a pageboy. I looked really good with myhair down like that. Jenny gave me some new earrings to wear, then thetwo of us went. As always my mother had prepared a delicious morning meal . But time was running short and I had to attend to school . So I departed to leave that strange Situation . As usual I followed my workout in the gym to burn of some steam . I ´d invest enough time in this Weekend with this naughty thoughts about my mother who were lingering in my mind . All over sudden I was thinking of her as a beautiful Woman . Realizing that her husband was a lucky son of a bitch . Two hours later I left the gym ,. I pretend to observe the garden and the trees through the French doors but totally aware of her heat and the occasional sweep of her dress as she moves. I move back as she does and we touch. She glances at me, gives a quick gasp as she realises then turns back as I shake my head. Her butt pushs out to touch mine and I push gently against the pressure. We surreptitiously lean against each other enjoying the warmth and silent sharing. I chuckle and turn to lean against the door frame. She is.