I found her sprawled on the front room floor next to her ex-boyfriend Roger. They were both naked."What the hell are you doing here?" What do you thin... I'm doing here," Roger responded."It looks like you two have been fucking." As proof of that, a couple of used condoms were laying on the floor beside them."Right in one. Why don't we make it a threesome?" Why don't you eat shit and die?" Roger smiled and shrugged his shoulders."I have to get going anyway. Maybe next time?" I ignored that last. Both were his mother's.He had started to try on his mothers clothes just a few months ago. Hecould not explain why but he did it with a lot of guilt and shame.Nevertheless, despite the fact that after each dressing session hepromised to himself never to do it again, the next time he had thechance he did it again. The indescrible urge was just too overwhelming.The clothes did not realy fit his slim body well. The pullover was quiteloose but ok, while the skirt was fare to wide. He had to put a. We didn’t finish the bottle as we were both a bit wasted and I climbed on the bed next to her and began dozing, she turned onto her side facing away from me and I felt the warmth of her body pressing against me, my cock was pressing against the small of her back and I apologised for that as although the bed was a double it was a small double so contact was inevitable.“It’s ok Frank” she mumbled, “Don’t worry” and I figured with her so close to me my erection was going to subside anytime soon. It appeared to be a large private residence in a residential community, not a business address. The large yard was fenced. There was no sign announcing her practice. Wondering if I had incorrectly copied the address, I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. There was a moment’s pause, then the door opened. ‘Hello, my name is Tom Connors. I’m here to see…’ ‘I’m Lorraine Theriault, Mr. Connors. Please come with me.’ No warm smile and handshake. No small talk. The woman’s demeanor and.