Steve looked back at his mom. He raised his hand and stuck out one finger and slowly slid it into her pussy. As he pushed the finger into her, Steve's...mom groaned. With a slurred voice she said, "Oh baby! Give it to me! Mmmmm, feels so good..."He hadn't felt a hotter or wetter pussy! He slowly moved his muscular finger back out of her pussy and then back in. More moaning came in response. "I'm finger fucking my mom!", he thought. After a minute, he pulled his finger all the way out and inserted. "Oh, that's precious! I have to tell Martha about this!"The little black hat, she whispered, was a yarmulke; the salesmen there were Hassidic Jews. I blushed, feeling like a complete country idiot again. She chuckled over it until she left for work. "You're such fun, Steven. I can't wait for us to get together Wednesday." She gave me another of her innocent pecks as she left.Soon my frames were ready. I put them on, bought a new hard case for them, and headed for the street. The new frames felt. He didn't want tolook but something inside urged him. He had to see. He walked over andstepped in front of it. His hands immediately covered his mouth."What the fu -" he gaspedHe had elegant curves around his waist, stomach and hips. His bodicewas pointed with the bullet bra and his hair was done beautifully in a1960's style beehive. His cheekbones were sharp and visible; his milkypale complexion gave his new face a hugely feminine air. His eyes werecat-like and sultry, the lashes thick on. Shay attended an exclusive boardingschool where he had just finished his third year. He was expecting tospend his holidays at the large comfortable house to the west of Londonwhere he had grown up. However the phone call from his step mother hadchanged all that and he was still not sure if he would like the changeor not. He had at best an uneasy relationship with his step mother,Mandy. She had married his father 3 years earlier and each had taken aninstant dislike to the other. Shay probably.