I told the woman that I had no interest in trading sex with her again and she kept pressuring me into telling her why not. I don’t know why I was ...oncerned about her feelings; I should have told her that her appearance was revolting. But so as to not to hurt her feelings I came up with an excuse over which she had no control; her age. I just told her that she was getting too old now for my sexual enjoyment.I thought the matter was over until she grabbed the arm of her young daughter who. But I'm sure people noticed. Those guys who remembered me from ten years ago, who didn't know anything about how I changed my habits in college and since. Men who sawme as fun Kelly and maybe thought I still looked good. The door opened, then mostly closed. Steve pressed against me both hands now pushing my dress up, holding my ass, feeling for the thong panties, pushing them down. Any thoughts I had of stopping him had vanished in the moment. I was fumbling with his belt, then his pants as he. My breasts are pads inside a bra, and my body has beenpadded expertly inside these clothes that I wear to make me appearfemale. And I dread what my *mother* will want done to my body in thelong term. I wonder what my friends would think if they knew thateverything I say and every move I make is all an act? That I hatetalking about boys and other girly stuff with them and that I long towipe the lipstick from my lips, shed my girl disguise and get back tomy parents so that they know that I didn't. He could deny it no more. He leanedto the side and turned his head to face hers. Hereached up to her head and pulled her lips to his.Open-mouthed, mother and son kissed. Mikey could smellhis mother's sexy scent as his tongue swirledaggressively around hers.She slid her hand down from his chest to the hem of hispants. She fiddled with the button momentarily beforefinally undoing it and zipping down Mikey's pants.Still kissing, she reached into her son's underwear tograsp his penis with her.