How did I get home?SHIT I cant remember.I looked over my bed to find that my Mystery man was my Son.Damm How drunk was I? cant remember coming home an...d I justed let my son fuck me (which turned out to be a pretty good fuck)SHIT,SHIT.SHIT in my mind.My son looked like a scared rabbit.He said Mom I'm very sorry,i dont know what came over me please dont call the cops,I promise i will never touch you again.Please dont call the police.Please forgive me,please dont hate me.(The slut side of me was. She loved the feeling of flicking up the jeans button, the short moment of resistance before giving in that equalled hers so well. Her hands were as cold as she was hot by then, only slowly adapting from the cold harsh reality to the warmth they were teasing. She let her left run under her jacket where it crept up to her breasts while her right went on to slowly tease her pussy lips. It always surprised her how her body reacted to its own touch, shivers running through her muscles that didn’t. Sarah's hand was encouraged to quickly let go her taut nipples, venturing down her belly, slipping into her silken panties, finding her shaved mound ...oh yes mmm .... that sent shivers of delight all over her body.The intruder was silent, transfixed on what was evolving before his eyes, he had forgotten he was here to steal, he was now horny, his hand feeling his hidden cock over his pants, his cock was wanting to escape.The intruder watched as Sarah leaned back a little in the chair,. When I went into the bedroom I saw he had laid out a light blue nighty red bra and tan thigh highs . Without even realizing it I started to get undressed and put on the female things . I had watched my wife dress enough to know how to put on the bra nd stockings and the nighty was easy . I don't know how big Hank's wife was but the bra fit pretty good and felt good on my nipples . I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe it was me looking back , all I could see was a little fag in a bra and.