The 100% cotton held her curves and sweetly hugged her skin. Her perfume left a trail from my arm, where she brushed by me, to behind the book shelves... and past old magazine racks. I stood there in a daze, imagining an apology. How she could have turned to look at me, her perfect eye brows arched upwards in surprise, her pouting full lips slowly letting out an excited “I’m sorry.” All of that just before her hand landed on my arm. I imagined the way I would study her body in those few seconds.. Then, he heard Mr. Oliver's voice behind him. "Don't worry Timothy. It happens to everyone. Even me."As he said so, Mr. Oliver moved a step closer, and Timothy felt the man’s hairy chest against his back. Then, he felt Mr. Oliver becoming erect between his thighs!With the water still running, Timothy turned around, and his dick collided with the old man’s beefy erection.Mr. Oliver turned off the shower, and began to dry off Timothy's smooth body. He quickly toweled himself dry, and then they. Tears of embarrassment welled up from his eyes. "Yes," he sobbed.The old woman waved a hand, and she was suddenly clutching some underwear. Bras, panties, garters, stockings. Lacy, frilly, feminine. "And this?" she asked, her voice still monotone, untouched by emotion, "this is yours?"Chuck felt shame like he never had before. He recognized the clothing - the women's underwear the old witch held. He stared at it for a second, then dropped his head again, ashamed to let his face be seen. . “We should probably get going Brian, your father wont be back home for a few days, so that may leave us alone for quite a while.” Mom said with a glowing smile. We put our clothes back on, packed up all our things, loaded them in the car and went home. During our drive, mom and I started to make plans as to how our relationship would work. Whenever dad was home, we had to keep up an ordinary mother son relationship, meaning we could still she each other of course, but we had to keep our hands.