"This has built-in cups for support, andmatching panties."I'd noticed, but it was almost transparent, like wearing a spider's web!After they left, I l...y awake, trying to come to terms with my femalebody, stroking each breast and fat brown nipple, slowly exploring theplumbing between my legs. God, it felt good. For a long time I laythinking, wondering. What will it be like as a woman? Would I enjoy being'with a man'? Could I do IT? What would it feel like having one of thoseinside me? Could I. She told me that my fantasy was fairly common and that there was even a web site full of stories about just that. I'd spent days just thinking about it and had made up my mind that as soon as my son Keith was on his way to school and my husband Dave was on his way to Salt Lake I was going to get on the computer and visit the site Sherrie had told me about.My God! Hundreds, maybe even thousands of stories about wives fucking men other than their husbands. I browsed through them, stopping to read. Anyways, after Mom had caught me masturbating with her panties, things were a little cool for a couple days. I tried keeping my distance because I was so embarassed. Eventually Mom came to my room one night and told me that she wasn't upset with me that it was normal for a teenage boy to have feelings and need an outlet. She then surprised me when she said that seeing my hard cock had stirred some feelings in her. After all it had been over 5 years since Dad had run off with his secretary. Mom. "Yes Mrs. Foster," Dale replied quietly as he moved about the kitchencleaning. Dale set about the task at hand and began rinsing the dishes and puttingthem in the dishwasher. Mrs. Foster watched as he walked to the table witha dishcloth to wipe it down. She watched with satisfaction as Dale wentthrough the motions. Of course he wasn't a proper little lady yet but hesoon would be! She studied the wiggle in his padded girdled hips and howthe hem of his skirt would sway, how his hairless nylon.