I took in a sharp breath as one finger went inside me and then another as he began to slowly play inside me. He began to pick up speed and stopped pla...ing with my tits as he rested his head against them fingering me. I reached down and started to play with his cock. He looked up at me and said, “I want to do it, baby.” I giggled and looked at him bit my lip and said, “Do what?” as I pulled his cock towards me. “You know!” he said. “Say it,” I moaned softly. “I want to fuck you, Lauren,” he. "That's a start, dear. Now what page were you looking at?"Her look told me that resisting would do no good. I nervously opened itto the page of teen models posing in matching bras and panties.Mom glanced at the page then sat down right next to me. "Thank you,sweetie. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. It's perfectly normalfor boys your age to wonder what girls have on underneath," she saidwith a wink. "You know, before the Internet boys would sneak off to lookthrough the bra section of. “Maybe,” I joked in response. “What if it's working?” she rebutted. “Then I'd need to keep it up!” She just gazed at me for a moment, then grabbed a nearby chair, and put it almost against the outside wall near the recycling dumpster. It was a shaded spot, and the wind would crawl along the walls, amplifying the breeze a bit. We got to talking about the composure of the piece that was playing on the radio. Martha took off her cardigan, and fanned herself, as the day was getting warm. Stomping. Kerry and I are in our mid 40's and she has known about, and tolerated, my crossdressing from early on in our marriage. She puts up with it because she loves me, and knows that I am faithful to her and in no way homosexual. Kerry permits me to dress and have sex with her while she is dressed in nice elegant clothing about once a month. She realises it is my fetish and thinks if she doesn't allow me my monthly 'treat', I might go elsewhere to get my special pleasures. Kerry actively participates.