I noticed he had a few things laid out on the bed and so he noticed me checking them out. He gestured towards them and said something to the effect of... “I have a few things here… if anything interests you let me know…”. First thing I recall noticing was a set of lingerie, a silky/lace nightie with matching bra and thong. He said something like “I know you said you like wearing girls clothes so you can wear these if you want…I bought them for my wife, but never gave them to her…” I had actually. I love the ‘incest’ category most but only the stories about aunty, mami and neighbors. I hate mom,sis stories.This is my second story, first story was few years ago. So this is a true story. lets start. In early days of my college, I heard from some elder friends that there are some area in Surat, from where some aunty, bhabhis, ladies of rich family pick the boys for night and drop in early morning. the name of the places were given, Athwalines CHowpati and opp. St. xaviers school in Ghoddod. I pulled the lace bra onto my chest and fastened it in the back.Wouldn`t you know that she chose some underwire thing that gives my new boobs a huge set of cleavage. Carefully gliding each leg of the lace pantyhose on and then the silk lace camisole over my bra. Taking the skirt off the hanger I noticed one important fact. This thing looked damn short. Pulling it on and zipping up the side zipper it felt very snug, very fitted. I felt somewhat naked wearing the camisole so I the jacket would. I'm so sorry, it's my fault."Her arms wrapped around my back and in spite of the shame I felt with tears streaming down my face, I buried my face against he neck as she hugged me to her."Is it wrong to . . . masturbate?" "Oh, no." She pushed me back and caressed my face. "That's not wrong. It's natural." Do you?" I dared."Yes."I looked at her as her face reddened. "But you're married, there's dad." I'm not comfortable talking about this," she stood up, "not with you. It's not right."She.