One day though, during the summer after Dax's high school graduation, everything changed. He was now so pent up that every little thing set him off, ...nd often put him in a situation were jerking off was inevitable. Seeing somebody in a tight dress on TV, walking behind somebody in tight shorts at the mall, even going down a bumpy road in his Jeep. He was at the point where he was jerking it at least twice a day, every day. It was this horniness that sent him down a path of no return.It was. If he was with Melody at a mall, he learned to coyly and unnoticeably take in a sexy nylon shod female foot atop a pair of strappy, sexy revealing high heels.If they passed by one of the now long forgotten hosiery shops like Albert's or Parklane, they always made a point in stopping in to check out what was available and Melody was always ready to accommodate his nylonic desires. It took years of reading and research to fully understand this paraphilia, as the psyches called it. He had some. I was lost for words. He recovered his composure rather more quickly. “I hope this is not an inconvenient moment,” he offered. “No…no,” I responded, not knowing where to look. “I’ve just moved in to number 8,” he said, “and saw your car in the drive. I wondered if you might have some milk”. His gazed returned to the two bulges in my shirt. “Of course,” I replied. Adding, without thinking, “Why don’t you come in?” As I spoke, I wanted the earth to open up. Here I was, sporting male attire but. And, once again, her tongue swirled over the aroused head of his cock. Now and then the teasing tip probed at the little cum-slit, as if she wanted to drill right into it. Her lips puckered. She leaned closer and tenderly kissed the throbbing cock-meat. God, amma, God! He moaned. His hips jerked forward uncontrollably as he felt his mother’s hot breath flowing down his cock, arousing him even more- -if that were possible. Her mouth opened wide and wider still. Her lips moved downward, slipping.