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Jennifer let Jimmy pull her to her feet. Their lips met again in an even more passionate kiss. She didn't stop her son when she felt him untying her blouse. She moved back and let him slide the blouse off her shoulder and down her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up.If there was ever a prettier pair of breasts, Jimmy didn't know where he had seen them. He watched her breathing make them move up and down. The nipples were as hard as pencil erasers. Jimmy bent his head and sucked one into his mouth."Ohhhhh!" Jennifer moaned as she pulled Jimmy's head to her heaving chest. She moved his head to her other tit and let him suck for as long as he wanted. It was a feeling of closeness that she had not felt in years. It took her back so many years to when he was baby at her breasts, sucking for her milk.When Jimmy finished sucking both breasts, he pushed his mother over to a padded lounge chair. He made her lay back as he knelt at her side. He bent his head again and kissed her stomach,. The urge of smoking a cigarette was driving me crazy. I started hunting through my drawers and cupboards. That’s when i noticed a pair of panties lying in my cupboard. They were my sister’s. It was a satin black pantie and felt really smooth. And all of a sudden i felt the urge to try them on. The next thing i know i am standing naked in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a pair of panties.Appreciating myself in the mirror. I was so turned on, i wanted to go even further. I dug through my sister’s wardrobe and selected a red color bra and a black knee length dress. I found a pair of sandals that matched with the outfit. I felt like a women all excited and cheerful. So there i was standing in front of the mirror Wearing a black dress, white sandals and red bra which could be visible behind my dress. I looked a bit shabby, but i knew after a little bit of practice and touch up, i could would completely look and feel like a women. Later that night i masturbated twice just think.
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