The problem was my mind wouldn't rest. Memories of last night with Mom had me in a constant state of horniness. I didn't dwell on the incestuous aspec... of what had transpired. I was way beyond that.What really occupied my mind was wondering how Mom felt about what we had been doing. I admit I also wondered if I'd ever get to actually have intercourse with Mom, which resulted in an immediate boner. I wasn't conflicted in my feelings for her. I loved her unconditionally as a mother yet found her. He had been crossdressing since he was a child; initially just wearing hismothers and sisters lingerie, later their clothes and later still he hadperfected a female persona that he kept secret. He loved dressing as a womanand felt more comfortable dressed enfemme but he was well and truly in thecloset.He had a Facebook page where his alter ego Michele posted pictures of herselfand speculated about her life as a closet transvestite and also a Flickrprofile with hundreds of 'glam' pictures but. His hair was a dirty blonde,longish and curly.He had on a tee shirt a little small for him and slightly torn exposing a brown waist at times and the white elastic waist band of his underpants.That is always a huge turn on for me with boys.He had light blue jeans and work boots. I hailed a cab and told the driver where to take us.I could not believe how polite this boy was.He asked if he could split the fare and tip and I said ‘No it’s on me,I invited you’.I asked if he was hungry and he said no. ”“Stop using that language to me and I’ve told you to getout.” “I don’t think you understand me,” I said, “unless youdo exactly as I say, Dad’s going to hear about you “job”and all of our neighbours will find out what you do atthese so called bookmakers.”“You wouldn’t dare,” she said.“Just try me,” I replied. “It’s very simple, either youdo as I tell you or all the whole town will.