"Mom always wears a nice dress, a little jewelry, and just a touch of makeup (but no perfume - the church is a "no-scents" zone out of respect for the...choir's bronchial passages). Today it was a conservative gray dress, stockings, a little hat, and her usual low heels. Oh, and a strand of pearls.As requested, Carl arrived at our door in his best suit - a little small for him, since he'd grown a tad, but he looked very handsome. Distinguished even, though the collar of his shirt was a weensy bit. "She was now walking around the room and I could feel a storm brewing."I have worked so hard to keep myself out of the news and here I am goingto be splashed across the press as, what was it? "A transsexual exhookerin a Thai brothel" I fucking hate them."I began to get angry too, but with her. "Well at least you are a long wayaway, what are you really worried about, it's no skin off your nose. Itwon't even make the newspapers here, and if it did, would it make anydifference to what you are. After that night, Josh would sometimes put his arm around me and pull me close to him; even when I wasn't feeling sad. I thought this was ok and that there certainly was nothing abnormal about a son and mother being close like that. One night, as I lay with my head on Josh's chest, he leaned back onto the arm of the sofa which put us in a more reclined position. My head naturally moved a little lower on his body and was now resting nearer to his stomach; I put my hand on his stomach and just. Her chin length bangs flow so neatly at the sides of her face. Her skin is like porcelain, lacking of even the slightest blemish. Her eyes are the most vivid shade of blue. Her stomach flat and her long legs move so elegant yet so defined and muscled, the physique of a female athlete whose legs are muscled from movement. She’s the most perfect thing I have ever seen! She could make what is thought to be the most beautiful woman look like a cheap whore. I can only hope that her twat is as.