Me: Let’s say even if we marry and live publicly as husband and wife. Then we will end up in jail and socially outcasted. Right?She nodded.Me: Now s...ee – you definitely love me as a son, but you will never love me like a man. You love your husband, and you won’t leave him. We can’t marry openly and live publicly as husband and wife. Correct?Mom: Yes.Me: Then what are we doing? Why are we doing it?Mom looked at me blankly. I continued further.Me: We are just fucking around. We are doing it. "Dad," I said, closing the door. "You're dressed up as a woman."It was a pretty pointless observation to make. My dad, my 79 year-olddad, was wearing a knee-length pink floral patterned cotton dress. Hischest bulged with a fake bust. His legs were encased in thick, tan-coloured tights, and on his feet were a pair of black court shoes withtwo inch heels. His once bushy eyebrows were now pencil-thin, and therewas makeup on his face. A short grey wig sat on his head."Dad," I said, sitting down. "I. "But sir, I'll do anything you say to get out of this." She looked back up me, her eyes glazed over with lust. Liira seductively bit her lower lip, crossing her arms under her bust to emphasise my mother's exposed cleavage. Remembering yesterday morning when I had said the same thing to Liira whilst pleading for clemency, my ire rose. I shocked the both of us, grabbing one pigtail and dragging my mother to her knees. My cock bounced around in front of my mother's eyes with the sudden movement,. ’ ‘And how long has it been since you tossed your husband out?’ ‘Ten years. But I was so mad at him and so down on men that it took me at least five years before I even started to feel lonely. Of course, doing housekeeping for people gives me a chance to be with people all the while, so I don’t get the feeling that I’m living like a hermit. Whereas you, on the other hand . . .’ ‘Okay. I don’t need that whole lecture all over again. Now that you’ve asked me all those questions, what’s next?’.