My parents saw it otherwise. Mysister took it very badly. If there was something of hers that I hadworn, she found she couldn't wear it again. Luckily... I got away with itmost of the time but I was found of course and even found dressed on acouple of occasions. My Mum coined a term for it. She called it playingsilly seasons.As I grew up, I found that this little hobby was no more than that. Itdidn't mean I was gay, which was another misconception and it didn't meanI wanted to become a women.. Frankie wanted his cock now, she wanted him to fuck her hard, so she moved further down and lifted her legs back up over his shoulders so he could get in deep.Dean started to torment her, he always did at this point, he pulled out and rubbed his cock all over her clit and pussy lips, soaking up her juices as his cock moved up and down.Frankie edged closer to him, pushing her pussy at the tip of his cock, willing him to push it back in, but no Dean wanted another orgasm first so he picked up. He smiled and told me he would go wash his shirt under running water he left his shirt in the bathroom and came back in just his shorts. He looked amazing and i couldn’t get my eyes off him. I went close to him and started serving him again and this time my thighs touched his legs. He stared at my breasts as i bent down. I looked at him with them lustful eyes of mine.As we sat down again i asked him, ” so dint you have someone in mind if this had not worked out? ” ” Of course i did aunty, but. He shook his head no. My wife said, “Well I am almost old enough to be your Mother. In fact I would want my son to look just like you. Do you think I'm sexy?” “Your the hottest woman I have ever seen.” he said. “That's sweet”, she said, “Let's pretend that tonight I am your Mother and your my Son. I am going to let you do whatever you want. I might even show you a few things as well. Do you want to fuck me Son?” “Yes Mom, I want to fuck you.” he responded playing along with the.