In the now completedarkness of the room I didn't see her leave or was she sitting behind meas she has done. I didn't care; I didn't get upset this tim... either oncethe soft surreal feminine voice began talking telling me I am only asissy, neither male nor female just a girly like sissy. You know you mustbe one because your Mummy also tells you this is what you are. Why wouldyou get so stimulated on seeing these gorgeous sissy clothes or soenraptured on seeing the sissy images shine before your. My grandparents, on both sides, were long gone so after he died it was just me. Luckily he'd left me well off and I was now the owner of my own electronics business and did quite well for myself. Between my income and what Alice brought in as a CPA, we had no worries.Life was definitely good.Little did I know that in only 3 short months it would go to hell in a handbasket!For the next couple of weeks or so I'd be so busy at work that I'd sometimes stay the night, using the spare room I'd set up. He was a few inches taller than me which kind of intimidated me but turned me on at the same time because of the thought of how big his dick must beThey had a few sessions and she really enjoyed it but when I asked what happened it was just the normal sessions so I thought nothing was going to happen. Then after about a month things started to change and she started to become more elusive about how the sessions wereThis made me suspicious and also very horny as all I could think of was they. “I understand what you mean about the poems being dark – but then Shakespeare is pretty dark in places too, isn’t it?”“True.”My sister flounced off at the end of the meal. I stopped my mother from calling her back and we cleaned up together, allowing the emotions of the last couple of evenings to dissipate in shared trivialities.Later, I lay in bed thinking about these two evenings with my mother. I had wanted to spend some time with her – but I had not imagined that it would be so intense. One.