She saw it and then said damn horny this boy is erect always and covered my tool and lied closer to me and kissed on my fore head and slept.This made ...e very horny even thought of return a kiss to her and fuck her the very moment but I controlled myself. The next day I did not move my dress and to my surprise my mom moved my dress and touched my tool and started smiling at my face and kissed three times in my fore head once in my cheek and slept.From that day on I found my mom had changed in. Sure it was only a picture, but there could be no doubt. Further inside the manila envelope I found a DVD. I didn’t need to be told. How could I have been so stupid?I slumped my head on the steering wheel and started to cry, “This can’t be happening. What had I been thinking?” Then it hit me, “What if ... oh no. God no. Say it isn’t so!”I had to get home. Oh Marsha. What now? What could I say? She’d never ... Oh God, oh Jesus, my kids, my wife, my family. I’ve fucked up everything. Please, oh. ’ Mid thigh, the bare skin turned into the frilly hem of a purple dress which caught the shape of her thighs, and hugged around her lower body. She loved the way it curved around her behind. She was proud of the work she had put in to shape it. The dress tapered into her slim waist, and over her taught abs, then traveled up like a second skin over her full breasts. Parting between at the onset of her breasts, the dress split into two, revealing a lot of cleavage in a quasi-bikini top style. The. This is all your fault, you know, I have been sneaking around to gay bars, picking up girls and women. They are all fascinated by my red hair, and love my little red haired pussy; I like to have them bury their face in it, while I bury my face in their cunts. This is something you don’t understand, or perhaps you do. But the smell of women is more exciting; I must have a man’s nose. But no man is ever going to stick his dirty thing in me again, not when there are nice soft lips out there.