I have been a closeted cross dresser for as long as I can remember and I have not given that much thought until recently. I must have had some suppres...ed memories that are beginning to unfold which indicates there is a reason why I am the way I am. I came from a normal family, I was an only c***d and my dad was an over the road truck driver so he was gone most weekdays which left my mother and me. She worked to after school I went to my Aunts house until my mom picked me up. My Aunt had 4. Ji-Min was our treasurer and it was her idea to have the bake sale. Her small breasts quivered, dusky-olive nipples hard. She was shaved, her pussy lips gleaming with excited cream. “Leann loved it, Mrs. Winthrop.”“I bet she did,” my mother said. She leaned over to the girl. “I always like taking a hard dick myself. Leann’s futa-mother has a nice one.” My mom glanced at my dick.This strange tingle raced through me. Incest wasn’t illegal any longer, one of the many laws repelled in the sexual. "No no, not at all. As I said, I'm glad you made it. It's just that I want you to understand something before we go further. I want us to be friends. I want us to enjoy each other's company and each other sexually, but I want you to understand, for this to work for me I have to be in charge. It's just the way I am. I like to be dominant in my sex life. Is that okay with you." She said.I thought for a moment and asked, "What do you mean by 'in charge' exactly?" Well," replied Anne, "I certainly. I have never been this wet before, I thought to myself. I tried to sleep but every time I closed my eyes, I thought about how big he was and I could hear him saying, naughty girls don’t get to cum without permission. The next morning, I woke up frustrated after the horrible sleep I had gotten, or more lack of sleep. As I pulled myself together sliding on a tank top and some shorts, I headed downstairs to see Daddy sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I walked.