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Trembling, I finished removing mygirlie clothes and put on my drab old boy clothes. Well, except forpanties. I always wore panties. Nobody can tell.After stashing my girlie things in my secret hiding place I went outto the living room. Relieved that my spouse wasn't there I turned onthe TV. Obviously, we'd have to come face to face sooner or later andtalk about the incident but until my heart settled down, I was goodwith later.My wife already knew that I crossdressed but she wasn't the least bitinterested in seeing me or hearing anything about it. It was strictlyDADT. In other words, this wasn't the end of the world, she wasn'tgoing to leave me or anything but it was embarrassing for both of us.Then....."Mike, could you come here a moment?" When I figured out where hervoice had come from my heart sank. I mean sank to the core of theearth! She was in the den and I suddenly realized that I had notlogged off in my rush to get undressed.I walked in with my head hung low, not daring to. Mom’s hands were pressing tighter into her legs. I lowered my finger in her slit and then raised it again. Mom jumped slightly as I came up to touch her clit.I had seen enough Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazines to know what it was like in there. This was a gift from heaven to a kid just turning fourteen. I rubbed Mom’s clit and watched her shudder. Then I lowered my finger and pressed it in. It slipped in all the way until my other fingers got in the way. I wiggled it around then found that it slid up her slit much better now. I could rub it around her clit better too. So I went from poking it in her hole to rubbing her clit. I couldn’t stand it any longer so I pulled out my cock and started jerking off while I played with Mom’s pussy. I was pretty sure that I made her cum because she got wetter and I could see cum oozing out of her pussy.I got bolder and put two then three fingers in her hole and played with her clit. I cum real good and caught it in my hand. A smile came to.
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