Still skeptical, she brought the roll inside, removed he rawhide, unrolled the canvas, and shook out the dress. With a gasp of disbelief, she turned t... me while still holding up the dress.“That’s amazing, Pablo! There’re almost no wrinkles at all, and not a speck of dust. Where did you learn to do this?”“I told you, it’s an ancient family secret,” I said with grin. “I learned it when I was in the military, in the future. When we deployed everything had to fit into canvas bags and still be. Our nudist lifestyle became also freer. If at the start of our common nudist phase, there was no touching of intimate body parts in front of each other, now Etty could be found scratching a nipple, or even scratching her labia in front of me, when she needed to. I would too could be seen by her arranging my cock and balls into a more comfy position. It was nonsexual. In the mornings, Etty could see me with my morning woody, non of us being embarrassed. If I was using the toilette for peeing,. All of this I had been told to do many before. But there was something about the way she said it. Or the way she looked at me with a very small, almost undetectable, evil grin as she said it. Which ever one it was, it had me scared. I promptly did as I was told. And when I return all whored up. She said to me "get your sorry worthless sissy faggot ass cum holes in the car. Little sissy faggot has to go to her room for a few day." We then drove to the sleaziest motel in town. As I sat in the car. This sudden outburst by mom, the physical sensations of her tits against my back, the quick glimpse of what I knew to be her pussy, and the realization and embarrassment that I didn’t mind the bra on me… I kind of liked it.As all this was trying to process in my head, I saw that mommy was stepping closer to me again, and in a quick motion, she had pulled down my boxers.I let out a little shriek and tried to bend down and cover myself, but mommy grabbed a handful of my hair with her free hand,.