”I walked to Helen’s back door and knocked on the screen door. The inside door was open and I could smell what had to be fresh bread baking or jus... out of the oven. I checked to make sure my now semi-erect cock was behaving and heard footsteps. Helen was wearing a thin nylon gown that was held in place with a sash at the waist. She was holding the neck closed with one hand and I could see hard nipples poking out of the thin fabric.“Oh hi Larry,” she said with a slight southern drawl. I knew. I lifted the flap of her loin cloth to reveal tiny white panties, almost translucent, soaked with her juices. With her nearside leg over my shoulder I nuzzled up inside her thigh to her moist sex lips, tearing at the panties with my teeth. The heady scent of her almost involuntarily draw my tongue out to lap at her with my tongue. I could see over her tight abdomen her hand working at her nipples, flicking and rolling them in her fingers. We were like that for what felt for ever, but the soft. Too bad she wouldn't understand what I'll be up to, mostly because I haven't told her about my newest acquisition. Since it would be suicidal to make the change in the house while she's home and awake, I pack a few of my femme things into a backpack (panties, bra, garter, stockings, shoes, my purse and of course my dress) and I put it in the trunk of my car.I tell mom that I'm going out to the mall for a while, and that I'll be back for dinner. A short few minutes later I'm walking up to the. He shut his eyes. Maybe he was enjoying the warm sensation of the walls of her anus tightening around his cock. “Aiyo…what are we doing…” Said my mother as if to herself. She stood with her torso leaning over the table. And waited. The old man got ready to fuck her arse. He placed his palms on both sides of her waist and started moving his pelvis back and forth. “Aiyo…uummm…” She tightened her grip on the table and bit her lips. Back and forth, back and forth. The cot began to creak. Back and.