“Oh baby mamma needs you to massage her breasts, your hands feel so good on them right now!” she said tearing her shirt off allowing her daughters...hand to come into contact with her bare flesh.Olive gasped as it all made sense to her, she had just caught her mother masturbating with a vibrator as she did the dishes. Quickly a wicked thought crossed Olive’s mind, and she did more than just massage her mothers breasts. She quickly began to lick and suck her mothers hard nipples as she caressed. "Warm your tongue and then touch the clitoris. Mother waxes eloquent about that touch." Appa took a sip and then protruded his tongue and touched the tip of the clitoris. The milk could not have been that hot but the thrill of waves surging up and down my spine was overpowering. He pulled me up. I was now crouching on the sofa with a knee on each arm rest. He supported me with his palms spread on my buttocks and licked in earnest.My buttocks were moving up and down and when father stopped. "Take a look at yourself in the mirror my sweet transvestite lover." Oh shit!" I said horrified at the woman I saw looking at me in themirror. Then I thought about it. This was my boyfriend asking me todress as a woman, to prove to him I loved him. He wanted to know whatit was like to date a woman? Very well. There was a danger of losinghim if he started dating women, but if I was the woman? Added to thatNicholas was always saying I was a killjoy and I thought I ought to showI was more. The occasional strand of long, auburn-red hair could be seen in his lap. With a throaty grunt, he picked up the red phone."CANCEL... DEPLOYMENT... I REPEAT, CANCEL... DEPLOYMENT!!!" There was a moment of silence, before the standard affirmative was heard. Hanging up the phone, he slip back into his chair, face calming, $eyes closing in release... acceptance. But there was a throaty shout as he began his climax. Eagerly, gratefully he surrendered to the red-haired vixen under his desk. His beefy.