It seemed to me that a lot of heterosexual guys liked to dress up. With that information in hand I rationalized my "hobby" as not so weird and just e...joyed myself. Until half an hour ago, I had never ever thought about sex with a guy!Mike seemed to be taking it all in. Finally I said, "So do you dress completely or just like wearing sexy stuff under your regular clothes? By the way, those are some sexy panties you have on."Mike kinda of laughed and said "believe it or not, I can remember. Christie walked up the stairs and shut the door to her bedroom. She opened the book and started of where Erica ended. More scenes of the Same nature were coming up, and Christie could tell. As she began a new one she decided it was the perfect time to touch her taboo, unknown, territory. She drove her right hand down her tight skinny jeans, and rubbed the soaking panties above her pink flesh. It didnt feel like much, but it was a start she thought continuing. She felt a nub near her opening and. ..your ass is mine ...... your mouth is mine ...... your whole body is mine to do with as I wish, when I wish & with whoever or whatever I wish. Do you agree my slut?" "Yes Mistress" I stammered as the screen went blank.For the rest of the day my mind was elsewhere as I replayed in my head the various scenes and words over and over, at times wondering if it was all a dream. The doorbell rang breaking my thoughts and I yelled to my husband John "can you get that honey, in the middle of fixing. Maybe the next time that dad goes out of town you can try and nail her."Mary had planted the thought and I found that it wouldn't go away. At forty-five my mom was still a fox, something that I guess that I had always known in the back of my mind, but she was my mom so I never looked at her that way. Then I committed incest with my sister and didn't get struck down by a bolt of fiery lightening and then Mary made the comment about nailing mom and suddenly that was all I could think about. Mind.