Just mad!"No," he declared, pulling away from his mother, and he marched across tothe full length wall mirror and surveyed himself.Oh my God! What a p...cture. The colour of the suit to start with: primroseyellow silk, with a shortie jacket that left his blouse showing above hispants, and those idiotic bows on the outside of each knee. He looked likea baby pageboy. And his blouse! That was the typical full sissy collar,at least twelve inches wide, and overlaid with lace to make it pretty. Itmade. Of course, with the automated equipment and only thetwo us, there was never enough chores for it to feel like work. I couldkeep on my sharp heels through it all without my feet tiring. And even ifwalking on heels good part of the day had been uncomfortable, it wouldhave been worth the rewards Maurice gave to his 'busy girl'.The self-regulating hormonal treatments, which I had been given back whenI was still confused about a lot of things, had continued to do wonderson my body. Distinct curves. She winced a bit when I did, but I took no notice. She was trying to push me off, but I would have none of that. I had, had my first taste of my sister and I liked what I tasted. I slide back down to the floor and moved in-between her legs as she lay on the bed with her legs over the side. I started pushing up her nightgown and she started pulling away and moved up onto the bed. I was up onto the bed like a cat, my cock hard and throbbing. She kept saying no and that we couldn’t do it, that. She always did have a nice shapely butt and the thong split her ass cheeks in half. She lay there snoring quietly away, my cock starting getting stiff. I looked down the hall. My sons door was still closed I looked back at my wife’s ass again. I slowly pulled the thong to the side revealing her shaved pussy and pink asshole. I slid my finger down her pussy separating her lips with my finger. I began to rub her moistening cunt feeling it get juicey as I slowly rubbed up and down it. I.