Laurent in all his formsStill weeks of solitude during Adele's long stay! I enjoy the freedoms she took and told me about. The excitement seized me and never leaves me. Adèle has left in the drawer of her dresser some of her sexy, thin, alluring lingerie: tiny transparent thongs, bras that hide nothing from the erected points of her breasts, garter belts and very thin black stockings. with black lace edging. Often thinking of her, I try on this erotic lingerie in front of a mirror and it gives me a perverse excitement, like a desire for femininity buried deep inside me. This desire for androgyny that makes people love transsexuals, accomplished women with a man's penis. These sublime beings, symbols of perfect beauty in the eyes of Greek sculptors, alas often artefacts of this sexual ambiguity which place them on the borders of eroticism. I swear to discover them soon. For now I want to be this artifact in the eyes of a man who would consider me to be a woman. So I go on the internet in search of a partner who loves cross-dressing.Luck smiles at me, near my home I discovered a handsome, well-endowed bisexual man if we believe the photo. He proves it to me by putting his camera on at the same time as I open mine. I offered him a date the same afternoon when I received him only dressed in my wife's sexy lingerie, black garters, mini lace thong and transparent nightie. He tells me that it turns him on and we caress each other in front of the camera ... He really has a superb cock, long with a well defined and heavy acorn. In addition, it seems to me sensual, refined, sensitive to my fantasy and even eager to share it.So I wait for her at home, trembling with impatience, stroking my penis under the fabric which encloses it ... Time seems long ... For the first time, I will experience this perversion of sexual pleasure where for a third we agree to show our most transgressive desires, those that are normally impossible to say. I put on with a shudder Adele's very daring underwear and stared again and again in the mirror: my already heavy cock is barely contained in the black thong and my testicles are overflowing in a lewd way. I put on and smoothed a pair of black seamed stockings that I attached delicately to the black garter belt. A very short nightie does not hide anything of my condition.I try my hand at walking on the high heels I found in Adele's shoe cabinet. They make me pretty feminine slender legs. I am deluding as long as the one who is going to come is disturbed by the cross-dressing and takes pleasure in exploring a man's body under a feminine outfit. He too was undoubtedly moved to disguise himself in his young days with the underwear of his mother who was undoubtedly as for me the most beautiful of women. In this feverish wait my thoughts wander to one of the most untold memories of my life.I was eighteen and we, my mother and I, had the opportunity to go together to Paris so that I could pass a vague competitive examination for a training school for officers of the Merchant Navy. We took, because we were not rich, a unique room in one of these small Parisian hotels, clean but not very luxurious and obsolete. After a quick meal, we went to bed early because the competition started the next day at 8:00 am not far from the hotel. In the room a simple sink for our ablutions. I go to bed first then my mother proceeds to her toilet. I dare to look at her naked while pretending to sleep. She is beautiful, her brown-red hair falls over her round shoulders, her body is as pale as that of redheads, her breasts heavy, bulging and firm have large and pink areolas and thick tips, her belly is splendid adorned at the birth of her thighs with an abundant tuft, red, bristling because at that time women did not shave them or cut them with scissors . The show drives me crazy, I painfully tape and I hold my penis, stroking it gently and silently. Soon she puts on her nightgown, lies down by my side, kisses me, invites me to sleep and turns off the bedside lamp. We are in the dark, I hear her breathe and I want her terribly. His shirt is pulled up on his stomach and leaves free his tuft and the top of his thighs. I can no longer desire her, I jerk off gently with one hand and with the other with infinite precautions I brush against her inflorescent tuft, I breathe in the scent of her sex, I listen to her regular breathing but a little hoarse as if she knew. I am transfixed with fear and love, terrorized at the idea that she discovers my infinite desire. Her thighs parted and cautiously I dare, yes I dare and yet it is my mother, my hand goes down to her pussy and brushes the parted lips, I'm going to die, I can't take it anymore, I squeeze my cock pulling furiously on the glans, I make a little noise. Suddenly mom turns to me and says "you are hurting my darling". I am distraught, I do not know what to do, I tell him "no mom". She answers me "sleep now" and turns around showing me her beautiful back and buttocks. One last shake and I come on my stomach and on the sheet which will remain wet until the morning. All my life, every time I think of this wonderful mother who was mine, I deeply, bitterly regret not having said "yes mum" and not having let her grab my hot cock, I know that 'she loved me to the point of doing it and leading me to orgasm and maybe even parting her thighs for the first and last time, so that there will forever remain between us an intimate secret that no one would know and which would be a beautiful, a very beautiful secret devoid of all impurity and all stain. I will never know if she wanted it that night since she left this world now but I like to believe it. not having said "yes mum" and not letting her grab my hot cock, I know she loved me to the point of doing it and leading me to orgasm and maybe even pulling me aside her thighs for the first and last time, so that there will forever remain between us an intimate secret that no one would know and which would be a beautiful, a very beautiful secret devoid of all impurity and all stain. I will never know if she wanted it that night since she left this world now but I like to believe it. not having said "yes mum" and not letting her grab my hot cock, I know she loved me to the point of doing it and leading me to orgasm and maybe even pulling me aside her thighs for the first and last time, so that there will forever remain between us an intimate secret that no one would know and which would be a beautiful, a very beautiful secret devoid of all impurity and all stain. I will never know if she wanted it that night since she left this world now but I like to believe it. there remains forever between us an intimate secret that no one would know and which would be a beautiful, a very beautiful secret devoid of all impurity and all stain. I will never know if she wanted it that night since she left this world now but I like to believe it. there remains forever between us an intimate secret that no one would know and which would be a beautiful, a very beautiful secret devoid of all impurity and all stain. I will never know if she wanted it that night since she left this world now but I like to believe it.Suddenly the bell tears me from my reverie, it's him! I am going to open the door and he slips into my house in the half-light that I let invade the room to make it better. We kiss, we hug each other, we uncover each other. It is as I had seen it, pepper and salt, already in full maturity. We are both moved until we tremble.We whisper words of welcome and pleasure. The darkness makes the situation even more troubling. We are quickly seated one against the other on the sofa and we leave without preamble with our curious hands to the reciprocal discovery of our bodies. He immediately takes the penis erect, exposing a swollen knot of blood stretched and bent by the elastic of the string which still retains it. I feveri ...

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