I am unable to think clearly about anything but you. Please, dinner? Tomorrow night? Chez George?" On a Saturday night?" Um, they know me there. We'll...get a nice table."Debbie had laughed when she told her. "A date, Mom? After three years? I thought you took vows. Is he nice?" Vicky had not even told Connie about the relationship that had already formed between she and Peter."We'll see dear. He seems nice." Shall I wait up for you, Mom?"He arrived in a Tux. He was nervous, looking sheepish as. I want to bring the mirror in." She nodded and buried herself under the covers.When I returned with the mirror, Stacy was lying naked with the covers pulled back, rubbing her nipples with one hand and her pubic mound with her other, the cuffs still attached to one wrist.“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but take me again,” she whispered hoarsely. I spread her legs and went down on her once more...she immediately began moaning, writhing...I reach down behind the head of the bed, pulled up a rope. "Huh!I protested. "Mom, Ryan isn't gay. He doesn't know I'm gay. I don'teven know him that well."Mom tsk tsked. "Honey, everyone knew Andrew was gay. But Laura isn'tgay. She's a girl who loves men. And Honey, Ryan is much morecomfortable as Nancy."Ryan was a crossdresser!Mom knew everything.What was my Svengali Mom doing by introducing Ryan into my conversion?Did she want to see if I was attracted to other pantyboys? Did shethink knowing another pantyboy would make me more secure as a. From that day onwards, I began to see my aunty in a more sexual manner. I used to masturbate often thinking about the sight of her fleshy, milky boobs.About 4 yrs later, I happened to stay in my uncle’s house for a day. (this uncle was my aunt’s brother). It was his daughters wedding coming up soon. All family members had gathered in his house for a get together. Here the real story begins… I was getting ready to go out with my cousins. So I went upstairs to my uncle’s room to change. My mom.