She removed the sweater and then I saw she was wearing a light blue shirt. She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it aside with a disdain and stood in fro...t of him. I was genuinely impressed. She had huge breasts, which were molded in a tight fitting green colored bra trying to burst free. They were a sight to behold. She then unzipped her skirt and threw it away. She was wearing matching colored bikini panties that almost resembled a thong leaving most of her ass bare. If I was impressed, stud had. I’m in good shape, and I’m handsome, and of course my mother takes peoples’ breath away, so every so often we end up living out some kind of sexual fantasy. It actually does happen outside the pages of dirty magazines. Anyway, my mother began to pull off my shirt, kissing my bare skin as she uncovered it. When the top half of me was nude, she undid the button of my trousers very quickly, with skillful movements, and then, holding the button still together, she unzipped me, so that, because she. The fact is, it's possible, maybe it really is someone famous. But the bottom line, it's a free-fuck with obviously a good looking woman with a hell of a lot of money, so what's to lose?"He had a point there, but I was still leery of the whole thing. "O.k., so how's this work?" I asked. Jack was grinning now."So you are interested then?" We'll see," I said simply. "After I hear a bit more."The marketing firm Jack worked for had a list of some pretty prestigious clients, one of these had told. Once I got to 46. "Please?" She said when we had stopped for lunch."What?" I was confused."Cross dress for me?" She batted her eye lashes and gave me... well you know... that face."Mmmm..." It was hard to resist looking straight at her, "Sure," I gave in."YES!" She gave a little dance.My cheeks turned red as I thought of how stupid this would be. I gave a fake smile to her as I started to think of all the people I knew at the con, and how many could take pictures.~The next morning I got up.