Before I start let me explain my mom who is the main character in this story.She is of 48 years now and a gorgeous slightly plumb Mallu south Indian l...dy working as a teacher in high school. Her stats read 38-34-42 as far as I can understand from her under garments. Being a south Indian lady she is blessed with an awesome ass and wonderful boobs which can attract anyone born as a male in this world. My dad is a central government employee and very often will be out of station and is 56 years. Deciding there might be something nice inside she almost immediately noticed the boots. They had been exactly as she wanted and dreamed about: black, firm leather reaching all the way to júst under the knee, with a nice high heel and a slightly pointed nose. On the side was a zipper starting at the heel and reaching all the way to the knee. Trying them on had made her felt a little uneasy since the view of herself in the mirror wearing a shiny leather coat and very high, stiff leather boots. It was ridiculous, they were lunatics, and they were going to get themselves killed. The yacht pulled ahead and the old man cursed them, now he might have to find an anchorage in the open, unprotected bay. He pulled in his mainsheet and pinched into the wind a few more degrees, and as the skiff began to climb the next wave he felt a withering gust hit as he came to the crest of this wave and – bam – a shroud on the port side of the mast parted and a millisecond later the entire mast came down. I gave him a final squeeze. "Uncle Charlie, I really don't have time to fool around with you. I've got to deal with this Traci thing before the day is out." Yeah, honey. I heard all about it from the cooks. Get the job done. Uncle Charlie will be here." He smiled and fondled me some more. Charlie did have wonderful hands. I forgot that I was still hot from the Warner visit.Charlie squeezed my tucked genitals lovingly. "You know, I don't know whether I enjoyed you more as a boy or a girl."I gave.