To the outside world I appear to be this conservative, shy woman. But inside... oh God, Timmy, inside I'm a total, raging perverted slut. At least tha...'s what I WANT to be. I LOVE kinky sex, Tim. Nasty sex. Dirty sex. You have no idea some of the things I fantasize about while I'm masturbating." I bet I do, Mother, because I have those same thoughts too," he grinned, and I noticed his cock twitching."Tell me some, Tim," I said, slowly rubbing my cunt again."I... I couldn't, Mother. They.... You turn me on in your red dresses. Aftersupper why don't you fix yourself up for me." Very reluctantly he agreed and after supper he changed into thered dress with white piping trim. The skirt was a straight one thatwas tight on him but he wore it for her. When he came out Margaretlet out a whistle. He blushed and she said, "You look really,really pretty when you blush like that." He thought for a minute then decided to let the whole thing hitthe fan. He said, "We have to talk. I know you. .now he would think I was a pervert too, just like the other camp boys! “Oh no! I am so sorry! I am so sorry!” I cried as I tried to cover up my throbbing cock with my hands and closed my legs the best I could. “Hey, that is a totally normal reaction when looking at another man’s body, you have no reason to be embarrassed, especially at your age. I’m not offended, in fact, I’m flattered!” he said with a smile “Really?” I said looking up at him, almost to tears “Really, I’m flattered, so you. I haven't felt this way since this summer. Tami, I just can't do this right now. I'll call you." I said as I hung up.I walked home to my apartment. I didn't turn on any lights. I took a hot shower, crawled in bed, and collapsed ... I woke to find my Mom and Dad glaring at me."David Allen Dawson, what is wrong with you?" my Mom asked.The fog in my brain cleared enough to realize what a little shit I had been. Once again I was showing my immaturity by only thinking of myself. Thanksgiving was a.