Dear people who like to... read
my name is bob, but you can call me bob
when i was 13, my life was changing everywhere. my school was becaomming more of a challenge, my pubes were commin in, my dad had just divorced my mom, and my best friend had moved away to nebraska. I always wanted comfort by anyone and a big way for me to forget my problems was to get little jobs here and there helping neightbors and car washes... the stpuid things like that. my mom was so proud of me and thought i was very good at what i did.
one day i came home from doing my neighbors back yard when my mom was doing the laundary. my mom is very beautiful. she is an angel. she had long legs that go on forever and the face of a princess. her breasts were nive and round. all around the house you can see plaques of magazines she had been in during the magical time of the 60's. she was in all types of men magazines and in the sports illustrated swim suit edition for awhile. i was very proud of her because i know that isnt easy stuff to accomplish. well anyway, she is in the laundary room doing some of her clothes and mine she had bought the other day. her boyfriend was supposed to be comming over that night, so she had bought a bunch of real nice kinky outfits that i wasnt supposed to see as far as i knew. She was folding them when she saw how much i was sweating and went to go get me a clean shirt. she was looking through all of the stacks of clothes and founf one. she asked for my pants so she could do the next load. i gave them to her but then she asked for my boxers so i had to give them to her. my penis was hanging out but i didnt mind. i sat on the couch, looking througfh all of my clothes when she came over and asked me how my day was. when i looked up, i realized she was naked except for her bra. it was red and frilly. i didnt know what to do so i told her i would be in my room. i went up into my room and laid on my bed.
about maybe 10 minutes later, she comes in and asks me to come in her room. i said okay whatever and got some boxers on and headed over. her room was real nig and she had a real comfortable huge bed. she asked me how things were going and i said fine but lonely. she said she was feeling the same way and then she started to cry. she put her face in my lap and started to sobb. the only thing i could think of doing was asking how i could help. when i did, she said. "can you look at some of the stuff i bought, i need some opinions so i can get lucky tonight". i laughed because she was kind of messing around and i was pretty conmfident the she would. 48dd by the way. she asked if it was ok if she tried on a few things for me so i can say whether or not she looked good, i said of course, remembering i was trying to help
she went into her bathroom and came out wearing a see through blue nightgown. it was then when i realized for the first time in my life that my mom was a shemale!
to be continued...... ha!