" Maybe I'd better check on her," I said as arose from the bed. I wanted to get out of the room before I made a fool of myself.Leaving the room, I pas...ed mother's bedroom. The door was open, lights off. I found her in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. Her hair was a mess and she had a white crust around her mouth."How are you feeling, mom?" I asked. "Jessica said you weren't feeling well." I waited for her lies."I feel fine honey. Just had a bug or something earlier. I'm alright." What's that. . anything, anything!" I could scarcely believe the impassioned, heartfelt words of submission that I heard passing between my lips, yet I knew every word was true.Aunt Carmen was invariably delighted to such words of devotion, knowing I meant them better than I did myself. I was completely in her power; addicted to the lingerie and the sex and the feminization I had craved for so long. I wanted to live the fantasy forever, enslaved to pleasure my Lovely Aunt Carmen.And I serviced my Aunt. I am entranced. I love her completely. I want her absolutely. As always, she makes some comment about wanting to lose wieght, or working out. It is hard to focus on what she is saying now, her beauty has a grip on me that is hard to break. I say, "Please stop, you are so beautiful to me." Words don't do justice to the way I feel about her. I run my fingers around her panty line. Softly. I pull out her panties so I can see the top of her pussy. Heart attack again, I scrunch my face it hurts so. Above his wrists his arms are almost pure alabaster white and from just below his hairline up his skin is white tainted with red dust plastered on by perspiration.He looked at her straight in the eye by habit, and his eyes are blue yet so pale to be almost colourless with squint lines from smiling and the need for looking into the distance into harsh sunlight.'Those eyes!' she thought, 'I know, Paul Newman!'She loathes Paul Newman.He looked over towards her desk which had a little sign saying,.