"And look at his petticoats," shewent on, lifting the light gingham material and frothing her pink glovesthrough one layer of net after another. "No w...nder his legs look as goodas any girl's."Jason whimpered with emotion as frissons went through his thighs and legsfrom the frolling of silky gloves and blouse sleeves."And such dainty, deeply sissyish panties," gushed Mrs Mitchell. "Takethem down for him, Eileen. Is it all right if we slip Jason's pantiesfurther down, Ma'am?" Of course." Oh... oh. Everything is fine till I was class 10. One incident when I was in 10th changed my life completely.One day I woke up in the middle of night in desparate need to pee. At that time as soon as i woke up I started to hear some strange noices. I became curious and started concentrate on sounds and started searching for the source of sounds. I was surprised to findout that those are the sounds being made by mom.My dad is on top of my mom and he is moving up and down on my mom and both are sweating. I walked her home one evening and she had told me about her family, how her mother was not well and how her sisters worked in a fabric mill for very little money and her brothers shined shoes in the square. I lavished her with gifts, clothes made with silks from the Orient, perfume from France, jewels from all corners of the world, most of which she probably pawned for much needed things and I wouldn’t have minded. We would walk along the boardwalk every night and then I would drive her home in. "Oh, yes, John," she groaned. Our breath came in gasps as we climbed the pinnacle swiftly.I heard myself groan, "Oh, God, yes, Missy," as my hips slammed into her one last time, I felt each spurt as I emptied into her.Missy's hips rocked back and forth, milking me as she groaned and sighed."Good morning, honey," I panted as we both stopped rocking into each other."Morning," she murmured.I hugged her tightly."I'll give you sixty years to stop waking me like this, John." It would be my pleasure,".