It was a lovely evening. The sun slipped behind the trees
and the lengthening shadows crept across the patio,
plunging the secluded garden into twilight. The elegantly
dressed young girl slowly arose from the sun lounger and,
on long, coltish limbs, stiletto heeled, glided sexily
through the open French windows and into the coolness of
the drawing room. For a moment she stopped and leant
against the door, resting easily in that totally feminine
way, with a hip thrust out and a knee bent elegantly
inwards to give a graceful line to her svelte, silk
sheathed, slim, yet curvaceous, body.
For long minutes she stood there, posing
unselfconsciously, admiring the reclining figure of the
beautiful older woman as she relaxed on the satin covered
chaise-lounge. She was a sight of delicate, ethereal
beauty. As tall and slim as the young girl, with the same
curvaceous figure, small, yet finely, breasted, dressed
in a simple, yet sensuously elegant in a gorgeously rich,
black satin, lace trimmed slip that glistened softly in
the last rays of the setting sun as they danced across
the cornice of the far wall. It was obvious to the young
girl that the lovely woman wore no brassiere under the
slip, as the soft curves of the tender flesh were smooth
and unmarred and her prominent, hard nipples punched out
the glossy fabric like pebbles on the beach. They looked
so alike that there was no doubt that they were related
in some way and there only seemed to be about eight to
ten years difference between them. In fact, they were
taken to be siblings, yet the truth was far stranger, far
more involved and far, far, more exciting than that
simple mistake.
The young girl felt her body suffuse with heat as the
hot, lesbian desires slowly washed through her tender,
fifteen year old body. Her firm little titties swelled
and her nipples, like those of the older woman who
reclined before her, like a sensuous odalisque, became
hard, engorged with desire, and so obviously naked under
the sheer, softly sensual silk of her flowing day dress.
The secret place between her slim thighs grew hot and she
felt the slow enlargement of her clitty as the blood
suffused the delicate flesh. The older woman gazed back
at the vision of gorgeous femininity before her, admiring
the slim curves of the lovely child.
She slowly stretched out her own body and ran her hands
through the tumbling masses of blonde, shiny, fine hair
that tumbled to below her shoulders when she stood
upright. The movement brought her own breasts to greater
prominence and she shuddered as the dark eyes of the
sensuous child before her lashed her body with a heat
that truly burnt. It was mutual lust that drove these two
creatures and the fact that one was just fifteen and the
other was thirty two mattered not a bit to them, they
were so into themselves as to not even think about the
legality, or otherwise, of that little fact of age.
The lovely lady stretched a bit more, blatantly showing
off her gorgeous figure to the slim child that gazed so
intensely at her, then she reached out with her arms,
beckoning the ethereally beautiful child to her. With a
softly sibilant whisper of silk on silk and nylon, the
elfin like girl moved towards the reclining temptress
before her. Gracefully sliding down to her knees she
reached forward and her slim hands, with their long, red
enameled nails slid onto the smooth, sensuous, slinky
black, silk-satin of the woman’s slip. Her caressing
hands slid up from the woman’s belly, up towards the
curving slopes of her firm, tip-tilted breasts and the
smooth richness of the fabric, the tactile feel sent
shivers through her slender, silk dressed body.
They gazed at each other, adoration in their dark, deep
eyes, heat and desire flashing in the smoky depths. The
older lady slowly slid a hand behind the child’s neck and
drew her gorgeously beautiful, skillfully made-up face
down to her own gloriously beautiful face. Slowly, ever
so slowly, gazing raptly, intently at each other, they
drew together till their lips delicately touched.
Lipsticked lips, full, juicy, slightly parted met,
brushing softly, deliciously, wetly, in a delicately
gentle, yet infinitely passionate, lesbian kiss. At the
same moment the child’s fingers slid over the tender
breast of the woman, passing, light as a butterfly, over
the hard, incredibly tender, utterly sensitive, nipple..
Not a word had passed, the only sounds in the room were
the soft, sensual, whispering pants of the two lovers,
and the delicate, shirring whispers of their silk and
satin sheathed bodies, a rustling, swishing sibilance
that excited their fetishistic desires. The kiss
deepened, as lips, richly carmined, lushly sticky with
deep lipstick, clung together and parted under the soft
pressures of their passionate embrace. Tongue flickered
against tongue, dueling for an opening to plunge into the
soft, wet, hot cavern of their mouths, to mimic the
coital movements of a body sliding deep into the secret
depths of a woman. The woman’s right hand slid out and
captured the hot child’s left breast, cupping it gently
and feeling the firmness of the surprisingly full breast.
The soft pants turned to moans as their passions rose to
greater heights , the slow heat rising to ever-greater
power.
Then, the hot woman arched her back as a shaft of
lightning like sensation blasted through her willowy
body. Long, sharp nails had nipped her hard, engorged,
sensitive nubbin, and she broke the kiss in her agony of
lust. looking down at her captured nipple, being gently
nipped by the long, carmined nails of finger and thumb,
she gasped out in a long, low, soft moan of sheer desire.
Her own hands left the child’s body and slid onto the
satin ribbon straps of her slip, sliding them down to
expose her naked mounds to the cool air of the
approaching evening.
Looking down with wonder, the beautiful girl smiled,
then, at the unspoken invitation, she bent her head and
replaced her hands with her hotly sucking mouth. The
woman writhed in ecstasy as the lovely girl suckled
gently at the engorged, hard nipple, licking and sucking
the hard nubbin of tender flesh into even greater
prominence. The lady almost screamed as the hot, rough
tongue lashed across the extremely sensitive nipple and
her sharp little teeth nibbled at the trembling nubbin.
She writhed even more across the chaise-lounge as she
drew the gorgeous little girl even deeper into her hot
embrace by clasping that lovely coiffured head in her
trembling arms. At last, when she could not stand the
exquisite torture any more she broke free from the
perverted embrace and swiftly, elegantly, slid off the
couch to stand on her lovely, stiletto shod, feet.
Still holding the sexy child by the hands, she drew her
to her feet and into her hot embrace. Belly to belly,
breast to breast, they stood and the lovely lady drew the
hot little girls head to hers so that, once more, lips
met carmined, lusciously lipsticked lips and they gloried
once more in a deep, hot, throbbingly passionate, wet
kiss. Their bellies writhed together, satin on silk and
hot, naked breast slid caressingly over silk-sheathed
tender titty. The hot little child moaned into the lovely
lady’s mouth as the heat built up in her to a fever pitch
of wild, adolescent desire. The sheer perversion of that
wild, lesbian kiss was a salacious and wild aphrodisiac
to the hormone rich body and fantasy-loving mind. At
last, when both were so trembly with sheer emotion, the
lady broke the kiss and taking the sensual child by the
hand, she led her into the opulently appointed boudoir
that they both shared.
It was a lovely, dark, sensual cavern, devoted entirely
to the pleasures of the body, with elegantly appointed
furniture and fittings. The bed was large, king sized,
with a lusciously decadent counterpane of rich, deep,
sensual sable. underneath was a gorgeous layette of
excitingly smooth and scintillatingly sexy, black, heavy,
silk-satin sheets and pillows. The mattress was soft yet
firm, perfect for supporting all the variations of their,
and their friends, wild, perverted and utterly sensual
lovemaking. The lighting was soft and low, glowing from
elegantly appointed wall lights, just perfect for carnal
trysts. Along the wall were two elegant chaise lounges,
upholstered in rich, deep red, satin, and the large
windows that looked out onto their secluded garden were
of heavy,. crimson lake, silk velvet. It was a boudoir
totally devoted to sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
The lovely lady drew the slim, sensually dressed child to
the bed and, sitting down on the edge of the bed, she
moved her between her knees. With delicate fingers she
gently undid the front buttons of gauzy silk dress to
leave the elfin, trembling girl standing in just a garter
belt, French knickers, both in delicate pastel primrose
and sheer, seamed, dark tan, silky nylon stockings and a
pair of sexy, strappy, stiletto heeled sandals. Her
lovely breasts were delicately sculpted, small yet
prominent, soft yet firm, capped with a delightfully
prominent pair of hard, lust engorged nipples that seemed
to call for her delicate touch., so she did, sliding her
slim fingers up the child’s fluttering belly to cup and
fondle those precious orbs, teasing the hot nipples with
her long, red, sharp fingernails. The young girl screamed
with wild desire and collapsed into the lovely lady’s
arms to smother her sweetly beautiful face with deep, wet
kisses.
They both fell back onto the soft, luscious sable,
enjoying the tactile feel of the rich animal fur as it
caressed their superheated bodies. The action became more
blatantly sexual as the young girl slid her questing
hands beneath the satin and lace of the lady’s slip to
caress her black nylon stockinged limbs and, above the
lace welt, the delicate, perfumed, smooth skin of her
inner thighs. The lady reciprocated by sliding her own
searching hands beneath the sexy satin of the delicate
French knickers to slide over the hard clitty that
nestled there. The child found the depilated, weeping
folds of the lady’s secret cavern and, with a smooth
motion, she slid her long finger deep into the clasping,
sucking, blazingly hot depths of the deeply desired
vagina. They were close, very close to achieving the
object of their desires, the final d�nouement of their
deepest, sweetest dreams. It was going to happen soon,
the achievement of their long awaited climax, the
shattering orgasm that both craved.
It was, by all accounts, a blazingly hot affair. The two
entwined bodies writhed over the luxurious sable bed,
kissing wildly, soft, panting screams issuing from their
hot mouths as they seemed to go into a miasmic cataclysm
of passion. Not a single word had been spoken yet the
language of sheer, unadulterated lust and wild, deviant
passion was so blatantly obvious as to defy description.
It was a beautiful sight to behold, a wildly pornographic
film would not have done justice to the raw heat that
actual presence would have done. Slowly, gently, softly,
the older woman spread the young girl out beneath her so
that she lay on her back, arms outspread and just
writhing ever so slowly in her hot desires. She was a
beautiful, yet amazingly bizarre sight. her clitty was
hard and boldly upstanding to the point that it strained
the heavy, luxuriously shiny fabric of her French
knickers, pulsating with a mind of its own against her
trembling belly.
Cooing gently, the older woman slid aside the satin that
sheathed this trembling tube of hard flesh to expose to
both their gazes a six inch rod of velvet skinned, young,
vibrant and extremely ready, male flesh. Hard as steel,
trembling with lust, eager for the touch of feminine
fingers on overheated flesh, it reared up towards the
soft touch of the feminine hands that hovered just out of
reach. The soft teasing smile on the older woman’s lips
was matched by the pleading look on the feminized child’s
beautiful face, and the very first words issued from the
little transvestite child’s lips.
‘ Touch me, please touch me, love me, please love me!!!’
The softly hissed words clear and sibilant in the
quietness of the room.
The woman smiled, a soft and secret smile and her gentle
hands slid over the trembling glans of the rearing penis.
She knew that the child was on a knife-edge of lust and
that ‘she’ would orgasm instantly at the touch.
So it happened. As her hands wafted over the smooth,
velvety skin, the child reared of the bed in her agony of
incipient orgasmic frenzy. As the touch destroyed ‘her’
composure she felt the wild spasms of her climax shoot
through ‘her ‘ trembling, feminized body. ‘She’ stiffened
and then she screamed out ‘her’ total ecstasy in a high,
scream of pure fulfillment. The hardness in the woman’s
cradling hands seamed to match the body response by
shuddering and then, from out of the tiny, pinkly moist
eye, a stream of hot, glutinous, sticky, white seed shot
high into the air to splash over the gorgeous older
woman’s face. On and on it went, seemingly forever yet
soon the spurting body ceased and only a few tiny
dribbles of white come were left.
The spent child reached up and pulled the come spattered
older lady to her and she drew her lovely face to hers.
They kissed, hot, moist, lips to creamy, come covered
lips. They kissed for long minutes, cleaning the come of
each other till at last none was left. The transvestite
child nuzzled the hot woman’s lips and whispered softly
to her
‘Thank you, thank you,’ She slid her lips of the hot lips
and gazing up at the deeply beloved features of the older
woman, continued. ‘Thank you so much MOTHER, you are so
good to your little she-male child. I love you so much,
Mummy!!!’
The hot, still aroused mother smiled and softly embraced
her little transvestite child back, the heat still high
in her. She then moaned as the small, slim hands took
over the pillage of her own female flesh. With a
devastating knowledge the young child took possession of
‘her’ hot mother’s body and with great skill and delight
the little boy-girl caressed ‘her’ hot mother to a
thrilling height of passion and lust. Hands nipped at
throbbing, turgid nipples, long, pink enameled
fingernails scraped the tender nubbins and hot lips
suckled where they had nourished those fifteen years
before. The very act of incestuous, quasi lesbian,
transvestite excitement was enough to bring on an orgasm
within the mother’s highly charged, writhing, delectable
body. As she writhed and moaned in her wild passion the
young, sensuous boy-girl was ready to consummate ‘her’
wildest, most perverse dreams. Although the two lovers
had enjoyed each other’s bodies for over a year now, full
intercourse had never taken place. They had come close,
very close, once the lovely child had slid ‘her’ long
clitty into ‘her’ beloved mother’s body for just a few,
blissful seconds till ‘her’ mother had stopped that, but
tonight was going to be ‘her’ night, she was not going to
be stopped again.
Whilst the hot mother writhed, panting and moaning, deep
in her orgasm, the young, feminine child slid over the
gorgeous, black satin sheathed, body and, gently moving
aside the slinky soft, luxuriously sensuous, lace fringed
slip ‘she’ exposed ‘her’ mother’s depilated, neatly
sculpted, weeping and spasming pussy to ‘her’ hot, avid,
desirous eyes. The deep incestuous desires blazed into a
maelstrom of wild, incestuous passion so deep, so urgent
as to drive ‘her’ to the borders of total insanity. At
long last ‘she’ was about to consummate ‘her’ deepest and
most perverted lusts. To make full, carnal, uninhibited,
totally complete love to ‘her’ own deeply loved and fully
excited mother. Below ‘her’ the wildly climaxing parent
was completely unaware of what she was about to receive
from her own deeply loved and wholly desired transvestite
child.
She too had always dreamed of taking her lovely boy-girl
son deep into her body, back to the womb from which ‘she’
had come but she had always, at the last moment,
hesitated, not sure of her lovely child’s state of mind
and how ‘she would react afterwards. So, the beautifully
perverted mother had just taken what pleasure she could
without taking that final, irrevocable step of allowing
that gorgeously hard, always ready, penis, so softly
skinned, so utterly hard and throbbing, of allowing it to
pillage her willing, shuddering, excited body.
The hotly aroused child delicately replaced ‘her’
questing fingers with the hotly throbbing tip of the
engorged penis. ‘She’ was now couched between ‘her’
mother’s outspread limbs, laying just ‘her’ tender,
naked, pert titties on the slightly fuller, yet still
firm and tip tilted breasts, so excitingly sheathed in
the gorgeously, slickly sensuous silk-satin, so deeply
exiting black slip and, resting on ‘her’ extended arms,
‘she’ leaned down and kissed ‘her’ spasming mother’s
hotly luscious lips in a deep and passionate sucking wet
kiss.
At the same moment ‘she’ slowly slid ‘her’ slim, tight
haunches forward, sending ‘her’ arrogantly erect,
desperately wanting penis deep into the soft, wet,
clasping, fluttering folds of the maternal pussy. As the
hot muscular, yet soft, folds enclosed the invading prick
‘she’ threw her head back and softly screamed with sheer
passion. it seemed to ‘her’ as if ‘she’ was in a wildly
gyrating heaven and, although ‘she’ had had ‘her’ own
orgasm only minutes before ‘she’ knew that this would be
not only the shortest loving of all time, but also the
most intense.
Below ‘her’ the wildly orgasming mother felt the steel
hard penis slide into her clasping pussy and she could
not, nor, this time, want to do anything about it. It was
a total fait acomplie and she knew that her orgasm was
going to be not only earth shattering but also totally
complete and a new dawn to their perverted relationship.
higher and Higher the lovely woman climbed in her passion
fuelled, incest boosted sexual frenzy. She drew down and
clasped her wildly gyrating child to her hot bosom and as
they thrashed all over the sable covered bed, they kissed
wildly and passionately in their furious storm of illicit
desire. They were so wrapped in heir mutual desires that
the whole world could have come into the room and they
would not have noticed a thing. The hotly excited mother
had not come down from the heights of her first orgasm,
in fact she seemed to be heading straight into not only a
greater orgasm but one that she knew was far more intense
than any she had ever experienced before. The child, so
sensuously young, so deliciously feminine, so
delightfully male was pumping her haunches wildly as the
hot seed of ‘her’ incestuous desires rose to the very tip
of ‘her’ deeply buried clitty. it was time for a
perverted transvestite son to consummate ‘her’ lovemaking
with ‘her’ own, deeply loved, totally desired, mother.
It happened, throwing ‘her’ lovely head back, ‘her’
blonde tresses flying around her sweetly made up face,
the expression heartbreakingly wild and intensely
beautiful in ‘her’ passion the young boy-girl felt ‘her’
seed spurt out of ‘her’ she-male clitty and fill the
greedy, clasping pussy of ‘her’ own mother savage spurts
of such wild intensity as to make ‘her’ almost black out
with sheer, unadulterated pleasure. it was a beautifully
savage mating of two lovely, intensely perverted and
wildly loving souls. A thing of true beauty that would be
remembered by them forever. Such a savage climax, in
sensation that is, is rare and a treasured thing. the
mother too had been catapulted into the wildness of
total, all consuming ecstasy. The incest fuelled fire so
hot, so bright that she screamed, at the very top of her
voice, joining her transvestite son in ‘her’ own feminine
scream of pure and total ecstasy. On and on it went till
at last, when they thought they could take no more, the
wild spasms lessened, then stopped, allowing them to come
down, slow and drifting, into the blessed heaven of full
satiation and tired relaxation.
It was done, a son had lain, fully, carnally, in a
perverted, incestuous, transvestite embrace with ‘her’
own mother. They weakly slid beneath the sable
counterpane, sliding between the lush satin sheets and
slept, embracing totally, breast to breast, belly to
belly, soft pussy to, still semi hard, clitty the rest of
the evening away, to wake up, some time in the early
hours and make soft, satiny, sensual mother and son love,
a pure and gentle, yet just as satisfying, loving as that
first, cataclysmic, session. They also dreamed, soft
dreams. The mother dreamed of how it had all started,
barely a year ago, when her darling son, just fourteen,
had had to play the part of a white-gowned angel in a
school play.
That had been the start. The young child dreamed too,
weird dreams of desire, dreams of making love to his
mother and, a weirdly lovely, exciting dream of his
estranged father, and the desires that he awoke in the
feminine child’s fevered imagination. A tall, slim,
handsome man who had seen the child only rarely, having
divorced his mother to live a life of bisexual desires.
They both, mother and transvestite son, still loved him
and had been working on him for his return home.
The little boy-girl was now certain that the lovely man
had left home because he had desires for his son and had
not wished to corrupt him. The fact that the little boy-
girl was totally corrupted was not known to him. They
would have to change that. Meanwhile, the dreams came,
stronger, deeper, more exciting as ‘she’ grew more aware
of her body and her total desires. ‘She’ loved women, as
only a young male could, but, and this was so totally
amazing, ‘she’ also had desires on handsome males, deep,
succulent, sexy desires that left ‘her’ throbbing and
wishing for more. Now that ‘she’ had become, outwardly at
least, a lovely, desirable and very sexy ‘girl’, only
dressing as a boy for school, ‘she’ knew that ‘she’ would
have no problem in appraising ‘her’ handsome father of
‘her’ deep, soft, feminine and very lustful desires. But
that could wait, this was the here and now. ‘She’ had, at
last, culminated ‘her’ love for ‘her’ beautiful mother
with that greatest of all acts, the total loving, full
penetration of a woman by a hard, tenderly throbbing,
deeply yearning, filial penis, a transvestite son making
full, uninhibited love to ‘her’ deeply loved, totally
desired, mother!
Chapter 2
The change in their relationship brought new delights to
the incestuous lovers. Now that they were full lovers
they felt a new charge of excitement that completely took
over everything. It was a time, they both agreed, to
experiment with all the facets of love, desire, lust and
perversion. They had started the habit, several weeks
before, of dressing fully for dinner, in evening gowns
and full trimmings. The next evening, after their nights
sleep, and Johnny’s private school lessons, Johnny, now
called Jenny when en-femme, were sitting together on the
sofa after their light dinner, sipping small glasses of
liqueur. Jenny was beautifully gowned in a gorgeous
strapless gown of heavy dark blue, duchesse satin. This
creation, in that gorgeous scintillating and luxuriously
sensuous fabric, was tight bodice and with a full skirt.
Underneath ‘she’ wore just a suspender belt, sheer,
seamed, black nylon stockings, stiletto court shoes and a
lovely pair of French knickers, all in lustrous black
satin. ‘Her’ hair, beautifully soft and silky, was
delicately waved and styled so that it fell to ‘her’
shoulders in a soft wave of blonde tresses.
Belinda, ‘her’ mother was equally elegant in
scintillating black velvet. She was wearing a simple, yet
extremely beautiful gown that was also strapless, the
bodice trimmed with black satin. The lines of the gown
were slim and close fitting, hugging the superb contours
of her body, showing them off far more blatantly than
nakedness would have done. Her hair was up, piled on her
head in a simple, yet very attractive style. On her slim
arms were a gorgeous pair of long, black satin evening
gloves that seemed to give an enormous sexual
significance to her limbs.
Jenny was lying back against the arm of the sofa and
‘her’ gorgeous mother was draped against ‘her’ willowy
body, idly running her satin-gloved fingers over the
swelling breasts of her she-male child, teasing the hard
little nipples to even greater prominence. Jenny took a
sip of the strong, sweet liqueur and arched her back as
the passions rose in ‘her’ willing body. The soft hissing
susurration of satin on satin was loud in the soft
quietness of the room as the two lovers teased each other
to a blazing peak of passion. Jenny moaned as ‘her’
mother nipped the hard nipple, then almost screamed as
she teased the slightly painful nubbin with soft glides
of her fingers. ‘She’ put down ‘her’ glass and reached
forward to draw ‘her’ mother close to her, pulling her up
to ‘her’ hot, trembling breasts. Belinda gasped as firm,
velvet sheathed, breast touched firm, hard nipples,
satin-sheathed tittie. her own nipples became engorged
with wild passion as the two breasts touched, slid their
exciting path against each other.
Belinda put down her own glass and reached forward with
her hands, cupping her delectable, boy-girl child’s face
between the luxurious satined palms. Pursed, wet,
carmined lips touched, clung in a wild kiss of such deep
emotion, such gloriously perverted passion as to send the
lovers into a wild paroxysm of pre-orgasmic ecstasy.
‘Soon, my darling child,’ the hot mother crooned against
Jenny’s lips. ‘Soon you will fulfill ALL your fantasies.’
Jenny mewled like a kitten. That morning, when they had
woken up, ‘she’ had told her mother about her strange,
exciting dreams. How ‘she’ had lain in ‘her’ handsome
father’s arms, suppliant, as he had ravaged ‘her’ hot,
willing, tender body. Belinda had been terribly aroused
at the vivid description that Jenny penned in words, and
the idea that Jenny could be the bridge for the whole
family to become one again was highly desirable for her.
She loved her estranged husband who had left, as he had
actually confessed to her, because he was frightened of
corrupting his own son. What Jenny didn’t know was that
‘her’ father was also an extremely attractive
transvestite and was bisexual. it seemed that his genes
were strong in Jenny. She had kept regular contact with
him, enjoying his extremely fantastic loving, now she
would introduce the two new women to each other. Neither
knew of what the other got up to, but that was about to
change.
That afternoon, while she was alone, Belinda had
telephoned her husband, Leonora, and made a date for that
evening at ‘her’ place, telling ‘her’ that she was
bringing a new girlfriend who was fascinated by
transvestites and could he look his best! Belinda was
confident that this evening was going to be a huge
success for the whole family. A ring of the doorbell
brought the sexy tryst to an end, announcing the arrival
of the taxi that was to take the two perverted lovers to
their evening assignation. Jenny was totally unaware of
where ‘she’ was going and only was told that they were
going out to visit a friend of mother’s. Elegantly and
decorously, the two lovers got into the back of the taxi
and were whisked off to where the ‘party’ was being held.
Half an hour later the cab disgorged them at the entrance
to a genteel mews house near Victoria. Jenny was
surprised when a vaguely familiar, yet totally unknown
lady answered the door. She was a lovely creature. As
slim as ‘her’ mother, yet slightly taller , dressed, as
they were in a lovely, elegant, evening gown, in a
viciously sexy shade of deep crimson, duchesse satin.
This, strapless and backless was worn with a matching
pair of long, above elbow, satin evening gloves and a
satin stole. The lady’s breasts were full, the globes
pushed up by the strapless bodice and her exquisite face
was beautifully made-up so that her pouting, kissable
lips were lipsticked with crimson colour to match her
gown. Her long, flowing hair, sable to their blonde was
neatly styled in a chignon that hugged her neck. She was,
to put it mildly, drop-dead gorgeous!
Jenny suddenly gasped as the familiar face of ‘her’
beloved father suddenly appeared in the face of the lady
opposite ‘her’, and at the same time realization came
over the transvestite father’s face.
‘Johnny????’
‘Daddy?????’
Belinda laughed. ‘Nooooo, my lovely people!!!’ she
embraced them both as she pushed them into the entrance
hall of the mews cottage and closed the door. ‘You are
now Leonora and Jenny, my two lovely boy-girls.’
‘Daddy?’ Jenny whispered, a sudden heat of sheer lust
exploding within her fragile, trembling body. ‘Is this
why you left us, so you could not make me like you?’
Leonora, or Lena, as she liked to be called mutely
nodded. ‘It seems that you have found out things on your
own. Did mother help you?’
‘Yesss!’ Jenny whispered. ‘She helped, but only after I
did it to myself. It must be in our genes.’
Belinda laughed and at that Lena ushered the pair of
gorgeously gowned people into ‘her’ spacious drawing
room. There, in front of a warm log fire was a low table
set with drinks and nibbles, ready for whatever was to
come.
Jenny sat down on an elegant chaise lounge at one side
and Belinda gracefully reclined on a matching chaise
lounge opposite ‘her’. Lena busied ‘herself fixing drinks
and then, with an exquisite shirring rustle of her
elegant fabrics brushing against ‘her’ nylon limbs, ‘she
brought them across to ‘her’ wife and transvestite son.
Jenny took the dewed glass of chilled champagne and
sipped delicately. it was ‘her’ favorite drink. After
giving one to ‘her’ wife, Lena came across and sat down
beside ‘her’ son. it was an intensely charged moment as
two pairs of lovely eyes gazed in wonderment at each
other. The two beautiful ‘females’ instantly lusted for
each other. Lena was wild to kiss the ethereal child and
Jenny was dying to have ‘her’ beloved. father, so sexily
dressed, so utterly convincing, take ‘her’ and make wild,
totally perverted love to ‘HER’!!!!
Slowly, ever so slowly and gently, the two gorgeous
trannies leant towards one another. On the couch opposite
the hot mother watched as her two lovely ‘ladies’ slid
into their first ever-sexual embrace. It was a wild, yet
extremely gentle , first kiss, slow and loving yet deeply
passionate as two hot, dewy, full, lipsticked lips meshed
in a long, panting, languorous , tonguing, French kiss.
The two lesbian transvestite beauties slowly brought
their slim, elegantly gowned bodies together to touch,
breast to breast in a sliding, slow, infinitely arousing
caress of sheer passion. Belinda was hot, as hot as her
two gorgeous lovers, as she watched the perverted arousal
of Jenny and Leonora, two gorgeous transvestite lovelies
who were more, far more than just lovers, but father and
son, both genetically linked, and soon to be genitally as
she watched on with mounting lust.
Hands, satin gloved, sexily searched over sexy slinky,
sensuous satin as their hot kiss deepened to a wild,
tongue dueling passion. Jenny was amazed at the firm, yet
soft, fullness of Lena’s hot breasts, marveling at the
feel of the hard, thrusting nipple that seemed to pulse
against ‘her’ wandering, questing fingers. ‘She’ felt
‘her’ hot parent exhale hotly into ‘her’ own parted,
panting lips as ‘she’ tweaked the hot nubbin. ‘Her’ own
clitty was hard, throbbingly excited as ‘she’ , taking
the aggressive role, pillaged the wickedly sensual body
of ‘her’ own aroused, satin sheathed, transvestite
father. To ‘her’ as well as to Lena, there was no
dichotomy in this lovely embrace, and carnal loving. They
were both hot little she – males, totally committed
,awfully excited, completely free spirits that were
totally sexual in orientation. Hot, lusting, loving,
desirable she – males, wild, excited and proud of their
own sexuality.
The two satin sheathed lovelies were now lying back on
the chaise-lounge, satin gloved hands delving under satin
gowns to find, touch and caress each others rampant and
trembling overlarge clitties, all the while as they
ravenously kissed each others panting, wet, lipsticked
mouths in a wild kiss of deep lust and sheer,
unadulterated, transvestite passion. The hot, trembling
mother’s own satin gloved hands slid down her fluttering
belly to delve between the juncture of her own trembling
thighs as she watched the utterly arousing sight of her
husband and son. Soon, she knew, she would join them and,
hopefully she would be the filling in the hot sandwich
that comprised her own little love-child transvestite son
and her deeply loved husband, the transvestite father.
The total perversity of this sight, and the utterly wild
and deviant thoughts that flashed through her turbulent
mind were enough to drive her to the very portals of her
wild, orgasmic, incestuous, perverted and utterly wicked,
desires. Belinda slowly came to her feet and glided
across to her two gorgeous she-males and slowly sank,
smoothly and elegantly, to her knees beside their
panting, entwined bodies. They were already far-gone. Up
close the hot mother could see that little Jenny had
‘her’ small, satin-gloved hand wrapped around the stiffly
hard and visibly throbbing, parental organ, slowly
caressing the turgid length. The hotly excited and
sensuously gowned father was panting with wild desire as
‘she’ avidly sucked on ‘her’ ethereal child’s hotly
sucking lips.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the hyper-excited mother slowly
reached forward and her own hands, gloved in sensuously
slick and highly exciting satin, slid under the softly
shirring satin skirt of her lovely boy-girl child,
searching for, and finding, ‘her’ own hotly throbbing,
violently trembling, overlarge clitty nestling between
the juncture of ‘her’ slim, nylon sheathed thighs. Jenny
groaned as ‘she’ felt ‘her’ mother’s softly caressing,
satin gloved fingers glide sexily over ‘her’ silk-satin
covered trembling clitty. The feather light caress made
‘her’ groan with wild arousal and the flashes of intense
pleasure wafted through ‘her’ trembling, hot body. ‘She’
breathed out a great sigh of lust into ‘her’ sexy parents
deeply kissing, creamily carmined, sucking hot mouth and
then groaned as ‘her’ trannny father slid ‘her’ own satin
gloved hands onto Jenny’s trembling, pert titties. Under
this double assault Jenny broke and throwing ‘herself’
onto the floor ‘she’ pulled both ‘her’ parents onto the
richly carpeted floor and embraced them both in a wild
passionate frenzy.
Both Belinda and Lena knew what to do next. They slowly
disengaged from the wildly passionate creature that was
their love child and drew ‘her’ to her unsteady feet.
With a softly swishing sound, caused by the opulent and
rich fabrics of their clothing rubbing together and
against silky skin in Belinda’s case, they drew their
ethereal child into Lena’s beautifully appointed boudoir.
Laying the writhing, pleading, moaning and utterly
aroused little transvestite on the richly, satin,
counterpane bed they stood back and turned to each other.
‘Come my sweet little girl.’ Belinda murmured to Lena.
‘Let me take off your lovely gown my sweet, lovely
brother-sister.’
Jenny gasped and all became so clear, his father and
mother were not man and wife but brother and sister, that
was why he had never found any wedding pictures of them,
and that ‘she’ herself was the fruits of their own
incestuous affair. ‘She’ watched avidly as ‘her’ mother
elegantly stripped the lovely woman with her hands,
caressingly so, and gasped as ‘her’ transvestite parents
figure was revealed to ‘her’ glazed, lusting, hotly
caressing eyes. It was then, and only then that the
similarity of the two parents was most apparent. Lena and
Belinda had, apart from one glaring difference, totally
similar bodies, even their faces were similar, but where
Belinda had a secret slit between her hot, slim thighs,
Lena’s proud, hard and trembling clitty reared arrogantly
against ‘her’ flat, taut and sexy belly.
Then, after shamelessly posing for the two trembling
people, Lena turned to ‘her’ gorgeous sister and started
to slowly slide the gorgeous black, silk-velvet,
strapless gown of Belinda’s body. They both, transvestite
father/brother and transvestite son gasped when they saw
Belinda in her gorgeously sensual dishabille. Belinda
stood proud before them, dressed in a fantastic crimson
satin, strapless basque, gorgeously rich and sexy with
sheer, seamed, black nylon stockings attached to four
suspenders a side, stiletto heeled court shoes and long,
black satin evening gloves.. She wore nothing else. Her
sensuous centre was naked, depilated and oozing the slick
fluids of wild arousal so the finely sculpted lips
gleamed with moist richness. Both of the two boy-girls
were stunned at her carnal, sensual and totally wild
carnality.
Belinda pushed Lena down onto the bed so that ‘she’ lay
beside ‘her’ transvestite son. Jenny, still gazing at
‘her’ mother’s wild beauty, reached across and slid ‘her’
satin gloved hands onto the parental body of ‘her’
delightful parent. Lena gasped at the renewed caresses of
‘her’ hot child and ‘she’ pulled the half naked, totally
unresisting child against ‘her’ own svelte body. For the
first time, the young boy-girl felt the naked touch of
another boy-girl’s naked, throbbing, hard clitty. Two
hard, throbbing, arrogantly pulsating male organs glided
their velvety path, one against the other, in a soft,
utterly wicked, thrillingly arousing caress of sheer,
transvestite desire and hands touched, caressed, fir, yet
softly feminine, breasts.
Belinda, writhing sexily before her raptly intense
audience, watched as the two lovers softly brought each
other to heights of passion as yet unknown to them. the
atmosphere in the room was deep with emotion as they
slowly brought each other to a peak of orgiastic lust.
The hot sister/mother knew that soon she would become the
beneficiary of that maelstrom of emotion and incestuous
desire, which would drive her, screaming, to the very
edge of sexual ecstasy and sheer emotional cataclysm. She
would have both her lovers loving her at the same time,
driving her sensation seeking body to heights undreamed
of in her very soul.
Slowly, sensuously, the hot mother/sister approached the
loving she-males on the luxuriously appointed bed. She
was panting softly with the wild emotions that wracked
her body with such fire that she was melting with the
heat. Slowly, almost reluctantly, the two she-males
slowly parted, leaving a space between them to receive
the glorious body that they both lusted after with such
intensity. Son and brother, both lovers of the same woman
and both now about to take her into their utterly
perverted and thoroughly wicked embrace. Elegantly,
slowly and very, very gently, the hot mother, and sister,
slid onto the slickly sensuous, utterly sexy, heavy satin
counterpane of the bed, delighting in the slippery
sensations, allied with the thrill of static, as her
long, elegantly stockinged, tautly suspendered limbs
glided over the sumptuous material. her long, soft, wavy,
blonde tresses wafted their perfumed caress over the two
panting she-males as they received her into their open,
willing, caressing arms.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the three soft, feminine bodies
melded into a mass of writhing, caressing, thoroughly
insinuating limbs. Nylon hissed against nylon and satin
slid against satin and skin. Hot, sucking, meltingly
clinging mouths voraciously sucked and nibbled, driving
mother and son, father and son, sister and brother to
heights of, undreamed of, desire and sheer, incestuous
passion. Soft, sighing, panting moans turned to groans,
and soft screams of delight as they drew the sensations
of lust from each other.
No one could have made any sense of that writhing mass of
limbs, and faces, of carmined lips and hot, probing
tongues. Slowly order came from chaos as Belinda found
herself sandwiched between the two, hot transvestites.
below her was Jenny, lying supine, ‘her; throbbing
hardness couched firmly within the fluttering tightness
of her, maternal, body. Behind her, and she could see
this in the large mirror that was at the head of the bed,
her gorgeous transvestite brother knelt and slowly slid
‘her’ hard clitty into the tightness of her anus. Never,
in all her life, had she been so completely filled and
the sensations were indescribable.
Jenny screamed with total delight as, once more, ‘she’
found herself deeply buried within the hot, clinging,
milking, fluttering, tight body of ‘her’ beloved, deeply
desired, mother. ‘She’ could feel every caress of ‘her’
mother’s muscles as they fluttered in pre-orgasmic
spasms, but even more so was the feeling of ‘her’ beloved
father’s hard and throbbing body massaging ‘her’ own
clitty as ‘she’ thrust deeply into ‘her’ sister’s tight
little anus, the two lengths of engorged, tender,
sensitive flesh separated only by a thin membrane of
flesh. Belinda leaned down and crushed her panting,
moaning mouth onto the parted lips of her sexy, feminine
son and they kissed in a wild and sucking embrace of the
purest desire.
‘Ohhhh, I love you my sweet baby!!!’ The hot mother
moaned as the waves of perverted delight washed over her
writhing, twisting, wildly excited body. ‘I love you so
very much, my sweet, sexy little baby.’
‘I love you to, mother.’ The hot little transvestite
whispered back. ‘I love you so very, very much, mother’
They were rising higher and higher as the wild passions
washed over their pistoning and dancing bodies, an
infernal madness that threatened to explode their minds
with the fierceness of their passions. They were close,
very close and the pants, and moans, turned to soft
screams of approaching fulfillment. It suddenly happened
and Jenny felt Lena’s hardness suddenly twitch and
shudder as, at the same time, ‘she’ heard ‘her’ suddenly
groan, then scream as ‘she spurted ‘her’ hot, male seed
into the willing body of ‘her’ sister.
Belinda felt it, every tiny shudder, every spurt of
scalding seed as it spurted deep into her soft, writhing
body and, when she heard, and felt her beloved little
baby, her boy-girl child reach ‘her’ climax she too came
with such force, such majestic passion that she fainted
into her transvestite son’s arms as ‘her’ incestuous seed
flooded her wanting and willing body, pulsating its path
deep into the very centre of her whole psyche. Jenny was
also on the verge of fainting as ‘she’ spurted ‘her’
incestuous seed deep into ‘her’ beloved, mother’s body,
the very act as exciting as the perverted actions of
mother and son carnal love.
Chapter 3
While the loving threesome were totally wrapped up in
their wild orgy of transvestite incest across town
another episode was developing that would soon have an
impact on the loving threesome. A young boy, slim,
girlish looking, sidled into his mother’s boudoir whilst
she was out for the night with friends. Lawrence was
fifteen, the same age as Jenny and he too was well
immersed in the fantasy world of feminine lingerie and
clothes.
This night, so he thought, was one of the rare times that
he would be able to enjoy himself with no fear of
discovery or interruption. So it was that this evening,
the time was just after seven, he stole into the bedroom
and went across to his mother’s dressing table. he knew
what he wanted and found it. It was a lovely satin basque
that he had worn once before, a gorgeous piece of
lingerie that his mother rarely wore but which he adored
totally. He also helped himself to a pair of nylon
stockings, these sheer, black, shiny and seamed. These
were the days when fully fashioned stockings were the
rage ,and also, for the well off, corsetry from the likes
of “Rousel” and “Spencer’s”.
Shrugging off the dressing gown that he wore, Lawrence,
naked, moved across to the mirror that took up one wall
and admired himself in it . He was, even to his own eyes,
a very pretty boy. Slim, yet coltish, with a lovely
surprise about him. He suffered from a condition that
delighted, yet to a degree. shamed him. He had real,
small but pert, feminine breasts. The result of a hormone
imbalance, called gynaecomastia, it was, due to his
proclivities, a very welcome trait. not only were they
firm little titties, they were also extremely sensitive
and he could, when he caressed them, reach a shuddering
orgasm without touching the hard and throbbing body that
nestled at the juncture of his long, coltish thighs. he
looked, apart from the mentioned erection, like a young
and nubile girl, and felt like one too, if that may be
said, and truly fancied himself when dressed and made up
to look like a younger version of his lovely, and
extremely sexy, mother, who figured so much in his dreams
these days.
Dreamily, the young child started to slide the elegant
basque around his slim body. The cool, black satin
enveloped his trembling form, sending shivers down his
spine. it fitted perfectly, not knowing that his mother
had worn this for the first time when she had been just
sixteen, on the day that she had seduced the man who had
become his father. She was now a lovely matron of thirty
three, yet looked barely out of her teens, with a figure
that was only a size larger, and barely even that, she
could still fit into that gorgeous garment. Lawrence, or
Laurie, as he was called, finished doing up the hooks and
eyes of the basque and now he carefully fitted his
budding titties into the half cups, sexy and glamorous
with their edging of fine, delicate lace. He hadn’t had
much of a chance to wear this exquisite garment for a few
months and with pleased surprise, he found that they now
just fitted into the smooth, satin receptacles, the
boning pushing his tender flesh in and up, so that he
looked every inch, a lovely girl.
His hot nipples ached with lust and, as he passed his
slim hands over his trembling titties, he felt their
hardness as his palms glided, satin on smooth satin, over
the tender, erect nubbins. The very feelings were
transmitted to the hard and throbbing core of his
trembling, erect body as it pulsated, with a mind of its
own, vertically against his belly. The vigour of youth
strong and firm in his overheated flesh. He had to stop
for a moment and rest, knowing that if he continued then
he would spurt madly in a cataclysmic orgasm that would
leave him fainting on the floor, and he was not ready for
that, yet. Sitting down on the lushly counterpane bed,
the counterpane a heavy draping of gleaming, sensuous,
slinky, crimson satin, he rested for a while, just gazing
at his already feminine image in the mirror that took up
the entire wall opposite the foot of the bed. He knew he
looked pretty, a lovely image of femininity, apart from
the arrogant rearing of his hard, male, body and was an
almost twin of his own mother, as beautiful and as, dare
he may say, as desirable.
Lawrence loved his mother very much, too much most people
would say, but his fertile mind was always full of images
of her beauty, his dreams of her were at times wild in
the extreme. Lawrence desired her, dreamed of lying in
bed with her and wished, so fervently, that she would
make the same mad, passionate and wild love as she did
with her lovely lesbian lover, Joanne, who was also,
incidentally, her sister, and his aunt. He had, one
evening, several months before, spied on them when they
had, accidentally, left the door to the boudoir ajar and
he, having been woken up by a full bladder, had tiptoed
up to the door, from behind which had issued soft panting
moans and other sexy sounds, to behold the wonderfully
arousing scene of his own mother, wearing a fake penis,
sliding it deeply into the body of her twin sister.
Rooted to the spot, caressing his own instantly throbbing
penis, the young child had watched avidly as the two
intensely aroused siblings had reached their lesbian
orgasm. He had reached his own climax with theirs and his
white sticky seed had splattered his hand as well as,
unknown to him, puddled on the floor. Weak and spent, he
had crawled back to his bed to dream new and exciting
dreams of quasi lesbian, deeply arousing, incest. Unknown
to him, a few seconds after that, Melanie , his mother
had stepped into that small puddle and instantly realized
what had happened. Rather than being shocked, Melanie had
been instantly aroused by the knowledge that her young,
transvestite, oh, she knew he was that as well, had seen
the two lovers in their passionate embraces. A wealth of
possibilities were opening up in her mind with this
knowledge and Lawrence was soon to be appraised of them,
unknowingly as yet.
After a few minute, when Lawrence had calmed down
somewhat, he picked up a gorgeous pair of shiny, smooth,
black nylon stockings. These, sheer creations, fitted and
seamed, he slid up his long, coltish limbs, delighting in
the sensuous frisson of sensation that accompanied the
sliding friction of the flimsy, gossamer fabric. He stood
up of the bed and pulled the stockings tight, smoothing
them with the palms of his hands so that they were taut
against his skin. He then reached down and attached them
to the eight suspenders of the basque. After that he slid
his feet into a lovely pair of stiletto heeled court
shoes and started to walk about the room, delighting in
the feel of the suspenders pulling on the welts of the
stockings. It was time to sit down at the dressing table
and make himself up. Though he hadn’t done so often, he
had had plenty of time to watch his mother as she put on
her own make-up and so was fairly adept at doing so
himself.
At the dressing table, sitting down on the satin pouffe,
he started to put on foundation cream, smoothing it into
hid soft skin. Then he slowly made up his eyes with
mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow, delicately blending
blue, green, pink and a hint of gold. After that blushers
were applied to cheeks and a vibrant, carmine, lushly
rich lipstick to his lips. He really delighted in the
creamy softness of the lipstick, which he then fixed with
a little lip gloss. A final teasing and combing of his
overlong hair and he was done. Gazing back at him was the
beautiful image of an elegant and desirable young girl,
made up to the eyeballs and ready for anything, dressed
in a wonderful and sexy satin basque, in deep, glossy,
wickedly sensuous and downright slinky satin. Long, black
nylons and stiletto court shoes completed the lingerie,
and the long, hard, throbbing erection only added to the,
in his eyes, beauty of the desirable creature before him.
There were just a few final things for the young child to
do and that was to get properly dressed, it was, after
all the late afternoon and no lady walked around her
house in her lingerie at this time. This time was just
about cocktail time and Lawrence knew exactly how he
wanted to be, or ‘she’ as he now liked to think of
‘herself’. So, standing up from before the dressing
table, ‘she’ slowly moved across to ‘her’ mother’s fitted
wardrobes where loads of goodies awaited ‘her’ choice.
First, ‘she’ took out a lovely , ecru lace trimmed, opera
topped slip in lusciously sexy, black, silk-satin. This
‘she’ slid onto her trembling body, fitting the bodice
around ‘her’ full breasts. ‘Her’ hot erection trembled at
the caress of the luxurious fabric, to the point where
‘she’ almost spurted ‘her’ hot fluids in a massive
orgasm.
‘She’ knew ‘she’ had to do something about this and so
‘she’ reached across and picked up a small. foil wrapped,
packet. Sliding the gossamer latex Durex out of the
packet, ‘she’ slid it onto the hard and throbbing length
of male flesh. This took care of any incipient accidents
and would not stain any of mother’s beautiful clothes.
once that had been done, and ‘she’ had calmed down again,
‘she’ slid on a matching pair of French knickers. Now,
complete in ‘her’ lingerie, Lorraine, as she liked to
call herself, was ready to put on the dress ‘she’ had
picked.
Reaching into the wardrobe, Lorraine took out an elegant
and very luxuriously appointed, cocktail dress. This
gorgeous confection, in ‘her’ favourite material and
colour, namely lustrous, heavy, dully gleaming, black
duchesse satin, was a favourite with ‘her’ mother also
and was impregnated with mother’s favoured perfume,
namely Guerlain’s ‘Ode’. She loved the delicate and spicy
fragrance, as did Lorraine. it was a simple yet very
elegant sheath dress with a low, scoop, neckline and a
close fitting bodice, with three-quarter sleeves and a
long back zip. The skirt, also slim, with a long slit at
the back, was three inches below the knee and the whole
creation was trimmed with a velvet band and bow just
below the bust. Lorraine had worn this dress only once
before, and that was only furtively, just to try it on.
‘Her’ mother had only recently acquired it.. now ‘she’
had all the time in the world, so ‘she’ thought.
Sliding on that wonderful creation and doing up the back
zip was soon accomplished and so Lorraine was ready to
have ‘her’ cocktail drink. With a sexy wiggle to ‘her’
hips, the hot, young, highly excited little transvestite
child sashayed out of the boudoir and into the lounge,
and stopped dead with shock and utter fear washing
through ‘her’ trembling and utterly shocked, body.
On the couch, sitting together, were two people, both of
them well known to Lorraine. Both were ladies and both
were extremely beautiful. Lorraine gasped, a hand
covering ‘her’ mouth, in a very feminine gesture, and
‘her’ other hand trying to hide her, still, amazingly,
hard and pulsating, erect body that throbbed visibly
underneath the heavy satin of the dress skirt.
‘Mother, Auntie!!!’ ‘She’ gasped.
Melanie, Lawrence’s mother, softly smiled at her
transvestite son’s confusion, at the same time awed at
his delicate and ethereal beauty, as was Joanne who sat
beside her. Lorraine too gasped, suddenly taking in the
fact that the two gorgeous women in his life were partly,
not fully, dressed. Reclining back on the elegant leather
sofa, his mother and his aunt, both similar, though he
could tell the difference, were in dishabille,
resplendently sensuous in satin basques, nylons,
stiletto’s and French knickers, all in a gorgeously sexy
deep crimson.
As ‘she’ stood there, rooted to the spot, Lorraine
suddenly realized that this was not going to be a time
for punishment, tears and recriminations, not if you took
the gently smiling faces, and slowly sensual, pouting
expressions on the two, incredibly beautiful faces
opposite ‘her’. The fear left ‘her’ trembling body and
slowly ‘she’ leaned back against the closed door of the
Lounge. ‘Her’ hand drifted down to slide, softly, gently,
over the pouting breast, feeling the hard nipple through
the layers of satin on the palm of his hand.
Slowly, as the hot child watched, avidly, the two satined
beauties started to caress each others hot and trembling
bodies. Dry mouthed, Lorraine was swept up into a
veritable ague of deep, sinful desire , ‘her’ hardness
pounding with a deep seated need to slide deep into the
bodies of ‘her’ two, gorgeous, relatives, especially
‘her’ mother’s, whom ‘she’ adored totally, worshipping
the very ground she walked, and, if it may be said, the
very clothes she wore . As the two lovely Lingeried
ladies writhed together in their hot, lesbian, passion,
hands delving deep into creaming, pouting, slits, their
eyes never left the sight of their androgynous child.
Both Melanie and Joanne mother and aunt, were so close to
each other that they thought of Lawrence as their own
son, but now they could also see that they had a new
daughter and, most importantly to their perverted minds,
a sexual plaything such as neither had ever dreamed of
before, and they had dreamed of many things that other
people had deemed totally sick and beyond the laws of
society. Both had seduced their father, Lawrence was the
result of that, and Debbie, his cousin and, unknown to
him, half sister, was the other child, Joanne’s gorgeous
daughter who was probably, at this very moment, willingly
sandwiched between her father and grandmother. Lawrence,
Lorraine as ‘she’ called ‘herself when en-femme, could
tell the difference between the two females, even though
every one else couldn’t and ‘she directed all of ‘her’
hot gaze at Melanie his mother, lashing her superb body
with fire and wild, incestuous, desire.
Still leaning back against the door, the hot little
transvestite child carried on exciting ‘her’ hot body
with knowing, insinuating and avidly eager hands, at the
same time writhing ‘her’ sinuously sensuous body in a
slow and passionate dance of rising want. Then, as ‘she’
watched, the actions of his two beloved relatives became
even hotter, unbelievably so. Gently, softly, Joanne
pushed her sister, Melanie, down onto the satin couch so
that she lay, full length on the luxuriously slinky,
sensuous fabric, writhing as the coolness of the heavy
satin chilled her delicate skin. At the same time Joanne
stood up and slid onto her slim body a long, hard object,
attaching the harness around her waist and fastening the
strap between her lovely limbs. The dichotomy was amazing
and he could see that what his lovely aunt had put on was
a fake penis, erect and arrogant as any male one, and
just as accurately modeled.