Who is she?" What do you mean, Ha, Ha?" I asked, upset for some reason. "There's nothing wrong with your mom." Except that she's my mom," he said, gri...ning. "Come on, Bobby. Give. Who is this chick who has you all ate up inside?"I didn't know what to do. I didn't have a cover story. I hadn't thought I'd need one. I guess I sort of panicked. All I could think of was the picture I beat off to every single night, as I dreamed about crawling in bed with Janet Carson, mother of my best friend. I. There is a walk in every woman that she uses when she knows she’s being watched. This woman had hers to perfection. This dress was perfect for what she was doing in it. I knew that if I held my breath I could hear the swishing sound as her hips swayed. My chest got tight and a bit of sweat rolled from my forehead. The bl**d was pounding in my ears as I ‘semi’ raced up the isle to see more of this vision of a woman. As I turned the corner all I was greeted to was empty isle, so I backed up and. I would fall asleep each night fondling my breasts and rubbing my penis.After six months of hormonal treatments, it was September. I had not been out in public for a long time except to go to the occasional movie after dark with my mom. I knew I had changed, but I wasn't ready for the small time gossip and whispering.I confessed to my mom my feelings about being seen and people laughing at me."I've been thinking about that, too. Let's see what I can arrange."That night at dinner, my mom had the. Meanwhile, Melody was riding me. She leaned down to try and kiss my neck. Lorena got up and let Melody lick her juices from my lips and tongue. It was fun. The saggy lady was no match in beauty, but was good in the sack. Still fucking her, I shot a full load while she was licking me, and then she got off of me. It had seemed Lorena's juices were much to her liking, and she dove into her pussy right away.I watched them for a while. They had much more energy than I had expected. After a few.