Timmy and I used to play baseball withboys in the neighborhood, but that ended a long time ago when Timmy was seenby Auntie Madge handling her pink pa...ty girdle that was hanging on the lineas he chased after a baseball.Mother has always known I wasn't a rough and tumble boy type and she'salways treated me more like a daughter than a son. She's only increased myfeminization when she started reading stories about Timmy and Auntie Madge.I don't know how she got in touch with Madge and how they. ” I had her get on her hands and knees and slid my very hard cock into her wet pussy, grabbed onto her full hips, and started pumping into her. I must have been hitting the right spots because she was moaning loudly and started getting vocal, as I was fucking her I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and she started cumming again, feeling her juices flowing around my hard cock. As I felt myself getting closer to cumming, she noticed too and said she wanted me to cum in her mouth, so I pulled. I chastised her, "Try to be on time, please." "Sorry, dear, couldn't be helped," she said, not very sorry at all. "I promise to be on time, if you remember I'm not one of your subs." She removed her raincoat, hanging it next to Jody's key and leash. I have to admit she looked rather sexy. Her plump form stuffed into a pvc merry-widow that complimented my own outfit very nicely. Her enormous breasts held in the form fitting fabric tightly. Her chubby thighs straining against its hug.. It was most likely an illusion; my mind was desperate to escape from reality. But the figure kept coming ever closer. I could feel the panic setting in already. She stopped about 20 feet in front of me. She looked and rubbed her eyes and then looked again, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing either. Neither could I, if that gave her any comfort. I blinked twice and she was still there.“Chris?” she asked, her voice was weak and sounding much less aggressive than the last time we spoke.