When the film ended, I felt inside her thighs with my hand and worked my fingers up and back down the other inner thigh and back again, stopping to ru... her clit with my thumb on the way across. As my thumb rubbed hert, I noticed her pants go really dark and wet. I went to lick her out, but she said no, just fuck me. I moved up, pushed her pants aside and gently inserted a finger. Her vagina juices were so hot and warm and silky that I was taken aback. I’d never seen her that turned on in years,. I did the washing up without saying a word.I had hoped it would stop there but it didn't.Why? Was it that I started to enjoy the humiliation or was it that I wascurious to see how far Mum would go which led to my behaviour gettingworse each time she allowed to dress as a boy again?Mum quickly noticed that I was a model child when she feminised me.In a matter of a week I had gone from wearing just my bra and panties towearing a matching petticoat with a blue bow too and semi opaque. To keep our fantasy real we had chatted on line, read stories together, watched some porn (although I'm not that keen on porn it is all a bit false, one or two of the amateur ones were OK but some of those pictures spoiled the ones in my head, they actually arrested my imagination). We also played some games. About 6 months ago we were due to go away for the weekend.On the Wednesday Jamie said, "Checked your e-mails lately?"There was a new one from someone calling himself Mr Fit. I opened it. He stood as Allison walked over to him and slid her arm around his waist.“Did you two have a good talk?” Eric asked.“We didn’t do much talking, but Allison used her mouth a lot,” John replied.“She’s gotten much better at sucking cock, hasn’t she?” Eric said.“She’s certainly different,” John said, as Allison stood there quietly.“I told you a while back I’d fix you up with Tammy. You need to call her. She’s not seeing anyone except for me occasionally. My ex-wife is a good fuck, you need to try.