It was a tacit admission that at least for a while, I'd behaving more than a touch of femininity. But the worst part was yet tocome. Donna had called ...to be sure I'd gotten my underwear. Sheinstructed me to wear the blue ensemble, with tan hose, under a pair ofsweats. I could put on my new heels at her house but to be sure I wasthere on time.I hadn't been this nervous in a long time, not really sleeping soundlyand waking up long before my alarm. I took a quick shower, shaved andgot dressed. I. They needed to be. They could improve. It wasn't all that difficult to do well at our company. Just took a little effort. I had to bounce the one year plan Dave (head of Marketing) presented. He brought Ann with him in a very short mini skirt and a low cut very revealing top, no bra. She was obviously supposed to distract me. I gave him another week to get it right. He knew if he didn't do well with it he was going to be out on his ass. Ann was nervous and stayed after Dave left. She looked at. Clothed only in a blue bed sheet and a fez with antlers, I was running down hallways lined with family portraits without faces or clothing and the voice got louder. Soon I approached the double doors at the end of the hall from behind which my mother’s sultry voice emulated.I grabbed the door knobs and pushed the doors wide to survey the scene before me. It was her, my mother lying on an elegantly carved wooden four-poster bed with scarlet bedding and gold trim. She lay completely naked beneath. "Come, Daddy!" she whispered hotly. "Please! I want you! I want you to fuck me!"Her lips were close to his ear, her breath warm and moist. She could feel his weight as she pulled him over her. Her hands went to his belt and zipper, and in a matter of seconds, she removed his pants, while he took off his shirt.As he spread out on top of her again, both her hands went down to his crotch. She wanted to see his cock - a cock she had longed to see and feel and taste for years. She clutched his.