To her son, Debbie now made little effort to cover the movements of her hands, which only he could see. It was clear Debbie was playing with her pussy...because her son had turned her on so much. 'Bingo', thought Justine, 'now let's see what develops.'By the end of his song, mother and son were spent, and the applause was rapturous. Everyone was blown away by the show of love from a son to his mother, but none more so then Debbie -- she was weeping and out of breath. Those around her thought her. ”She said as she lay her hand on his arm.“Well it sucks, you are the only friend I have since moving to this shit hole.” I said, looking down at her hand.“You will find friends, you just need to gain some confidence in yourself.” She said. “How do I do that?” I asked as I looked up. “I have got an idea.” She said.I cant lie was intrigued she always had such confidence I wanted to know how she did it. She left the room and came back quickly dressed in her nightgown and in the back of my mind I. At her new school she would pull her cell phone out in the locker room during gym and take pictures of different girls in various stages of undress. She would then come home and hand me the phone and suck me off while I looked at the naked young bodies. Ronnie had made a new friend in school. A very cute 15 year old named Tiara. She was a beautiful black girl with lovely curves and what can only be described as a ghetto bootie. Ronnie would invite her over and they would hang out in their room.. I was confessing my life toher, how I first started wearing women's clothing at a young age insecret. She was comforting; she was quite the take charge woman. Beforethe night was up, she had me back at my place, modeling my stash ofladies clothes for her. That's when before she left; she made it clearthat from that night on. I could no longer call her Irene, that I mustaddress her with respect and call her Mistress, and she would help meexperience how to express the woman within me. That's.