It was such fun dressing up for her. She had discovered mysecret passion for wearing women's clothes six months before and, to mygreat relief, wasn't...upset. In fact, she was amused and said it fit inwell with my generally meek and unmanly manner. Then she began givingme tips on improving my look and gradually became more controlling inour relationship. As I stood there before my reflection I thought backabout how far we had come and how much I was enjoying the way shelovingly ran my life at. She really hoped that he would just barge into her bedroom right now and fuck her, but his precious mother would probably have something to say about that.'How long has it been since I've been fucked?' she asked herself. 'Good Lord, almost a week. No wonder the lil' pussy is aching for that kid. Well, tomorrow she would see what she could do about him.' As if to accent her thoughts, she tossed off the bedding, revealing her naked body to the emptiness of the room. Since she couldn't have David. . mother and son... both naked. Me, totally exposed along one side of the bed, involved in what was up to now, a completely private experience. There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge, throbbing erection in his young fist... obviously excited. Then he spoke again, very softly. "Don't stop, Mom. Don't stop." His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle. Instantly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, to be replaced by love and rekindled lust for my handsome young son. I. He gave it to the girl, he told her to fuck her cunt with the dildo. She did as she was told and pushed it right up into her cunt as far as it would go, it seemed to go in quite easily. She sat as forward on the edge of the chair then leant back, she lifted her legs high in the air then bent her knees. She fucked herself for about two minutes. All the men were rubbing themselves. They were looking at a very erotic scene. Dave had never experienced anything like this. The fat man told her to.