Finally he was dressed, butinstead of going right downstairs, he stayed and watched his mother getdressed. Mom let him watch her dress as long as he w...s in girl time,never when he was in boy time. Mothers just did not let their sonswatch them get dressed. But it was always alright to let the daughterswatch. So now that Kevin was Karen he had the privilege of watching Momdress.Mean while every one in the house was busy doing the same thing.Finally Mom was dressed and they headed down stairs.. I have a porn addiction. I kept all these secrets until they just exploded, and my meltdown is directly responsible for my husband losing his job. I probably do deserve restriction,” I mumbled. I didn’t like to mumble, but I was afraid to come right out and say it.Betty laughed and said that I’d have to try a lot harder to compete with them in the bitch department. “I can’t dominate you, and neither can my daughters. We can play around, but we need to actually get serious about the restriction. "Well at least when I get home I can change out of the diaper andinto my regular underwear."Mom gives me that look again. "Um well sweetie since the medications youare taking and the stitches between your legs on your little penis, andyour scrotum, your regular underwear will irritate your injury. So youwill have to wear a satin underwear I guess you would call it." What is satin mommy, I mean mom? I never heard of underwear called that."I see a concerned look on her face.Mom smiles again.. As we were kissing she turned over on her side, pulling my head with her by the hold around my neck. I followed and bent over her eager to keep our mouths connected.In this new position I had even easier access to her breasts and pussy and while she rested her head on my arm I was able to caress her with both hands; one cupped over the breast I wasn't licking and the other stroking between her thighs. I was getting busy and Gina was there to capture it all on tape.While Lucy's slick folds.