" I went to the dresser drawer and was shocked, but a tinge of excitement went right to my penis. There were several pair of panties, a makeup set, re... lipstick and nail polish, fake nails, eye lashes, shaving cream and razor. Aunt Hazel and I had a nice supper and some of her home made wine. She said we could make a batch sometime. We talked about times past, vacations, Christmas', broken limbs and bruises on us boys.At 10:00 PM she said it was time for us, to go to bed. She would use the. Again, nothing new. The black and white top and the table display were different though. I decided to stay quiet.“So why do you like to me to dress this way?”“I like the way you look. Being braless, and somewhat obviously, tells the world you are okay with the way you look, or at least that you don’t care what they think. Men like looking at boobs move. Why else display cleavage at all?” I sipped my coke and went on. “So the only people who might, might think less of you have to be threatened. “No. It was close but not yet. When you have one, you will experience ten times the sensations you just did. Now enough talk, time for your massage.” Millie led Melanie to the adjoining suite and had her get face down on the massage table that was in the center of the room.The air was warm and redolent of the smell of incense, and candles cast a soft glow which was focused on the massage table. Melanie was such a delicious looking woman, and Millie’s mouth was almost salivating at the sight of. "Need any help?" I asked, then leaned against the back of a chair by the kitchen table. I watched Mom's bare legs extending from beneath her skirt, a flowery number that ended a few inches above the knees. My eyes roamed upwards, taking in her shapely hips. I realized for the first time that the women I most desired as lovers had bodies very much like that of my mother, full and curvy. How could I not have seen that before? I wondered.I imagined the soft, warm delights hidden under Mom's skirt.