Her pussy was exquisite and I was the lucky guy to be inside it. My mom started to massage her own tits, and as she did so, I again noticed the weddin... ring she still wore on her finger. The woman I was fucking was not only my mother but also a married woman. She wasn't a single mother, or a divorced mother. I knew that fucking her was wrong on so many levels. But when your mom is as hot as this, and teases you with her slutty outfits like she does, fucking her is in my mind absolutely the. The process took several months but we were finally approved. We both decided (me more than her) that we wanted a son. I had a younger brother growing up (7 years my junior) that I took under my wing. I went with him to all of his sporting events. I had played in all sports during my time and thoroughly enjoyed reliving all of his experiences. I couldn't wait to have a son of my own to raise and again have the chance to spend those times with him. This sounds kind of crude but adopting is near. .. please...” Hearing her beg always made me weak in the knees, but I did as she asked, moving from lightly petting her mound, to applying circular pressure to her engorged clit through the panties. After a few minutes, her hips started to gyrate from the sensation, and she begged for more. “Oh God... Please...Please...Don't stop... I think I'm going to cum... Keep going...” I pressed harder, her moans grew louder, her gyrations became larger, and soon, she screamed, “I'm cumming, Vincent!. The day came and I picked Marnie up and off we went. Within an hour we where inside the club, Marnie was well known there and she took straight to the changing rooms to make me into Laura. With half an hours, I’m in my white basque, panties, stockings, heels and short black min and talking the walk of shame. My legs like jelly. Aftera couple of drinks we wandered the olay room and I soo had some attention. I’d never been with other girls like me so wanted to and I felt safe that Marnie was with.