Tracy was doing the same to me, but with greater urgency. She had wrenched up my blouse and pulled my bra up to my neck and was caressing and stroking...my boobs. Our mouths mashed together as the excitement rose within us. I managed to undo her jeans; I was so desperate to get to her pussy. I pushed them and her panties down her thighs and at once, Tracy opened her legs, inviting me in. My fingers brushed over her thin pubic hair and then curled up in to her soaking cunt, my thumb pressed hard. "Good, darling," she said. "It's good to tell the truth to mommy. Mommy doesn't mind if you do it. But she doesn't want you doing it behind her back or doing it wrong. Now show me how you do it."Anxious to please, I wrapped my fingers around my frantically pulsating erection and began stroking. "No, darling," mother said. "That's all wrong. That's the way boys do it. But you can't do it like a boy. If you dress like a girl, sweetie, you have to pleasure yourself like a girl. So keep your. Jane told me "No, I'llhave all the food ready, but it would be so nice if youcould possibly bring over any more of the stuff that youlent me last week." I hadn't ever given her anything otherthan the stories, so I knew what she meant, and I wasreassured to some extent.Saturday evening came, and I arrived at their doorstep witha few more of my stories folded into a plain manilaenvelope. Since I had given her the more tame ones the firsttime, I was now left with the ones that I had worried. She Grabbed hold of it again, tight as ever and this time began to slowly stroke, no lube or anything just a dry stroke at first. It was the tightest hand job I had ever gotten and I enjoyed every slow, dry motion. Her tiny hand wrapped around me, trailing my entire length and then stopping at the tip an slowly working her way back down.I started pushing into her hand while she stroked, moving my cock with her hand. She responded by playing with my balls again, more roughly but the feeling.