During travel I had only my shorts and t-shirt so my thighs are visible so he kept his hands on my thighs and was praising about softness of my thighs... and we had chat about sex and I said about my kinky desires to him.. once we reached his house he took all my belongings as if a husband carries his wife’s belongings and once we entered into his house he closed the door and he came near to me and hugged me tightly , but I stopped him and said don’t be so fast my darling I am all yours feel my. She sat me down in front of her make-up vanity and said at my age all girls start to wear make-up. Then she started to apply foundation, pink blush, black mascara, and blue eye shadow on my face. When she finished with my make-up, she put on a wig on me and let me see my self in the mirror. I could not believe what was looking back at me; it was the girl I wanted to be. That day, mom was teaching me how to walk in heels, talk, sit and acted like a girl. The next started out the same but mom. It wasn't love, after all, it was just sex, a physical activity two adults could share if they wanted, and quite pleasurable to both. And from the look on her face it was a very pleasurable activity. Her legs were around his waist, and her breasts were bouncing back and forth with his thrusts. She kept running her hands up his arms, and the glow in her eyes could have lit the room.We're not meant to be celibate, it's an unnatural state, and Mom was making the most of her opportunity to avoid. Don't ever get one of those bedside clock radios that shines the time on the ceiling. Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.Somewhere along the line I did fall asleep, because it was mom that got me up about noon. Of course I immediately entertained yet another set of thoughts.I mean, how could I do it? How could I go to the biggest dance of my life - the only dance - well, it is to be hoped, the first fancy dress dance of my life - stark naked? I'd be - I'd be - I'd be - naked!Let me point out to you, that.