Part 9
That day they had pushed more boundaries and his sexy mother had exposed her son to bondage, spanking and whipping, nipple and pussy torture and even peeing / water sport. For such a young boy he was taking it all in his stride and not only consented to his mother's appetite for lust but was relishing it.
They were nearing the last full day and sadly time to return home. But home would never ever be the same. Already they had sealed future sleeping arrangements and both would always share the same bed. The only exceptions would be when mum took time out to enjoy her lesbian relationship with her sister or her son would sleep with his cousin or other boys / men. Apart from that they were now preparing to move away, change identities and live as man and wife.
The morning of the last full day arrived and over breakfast mum explained the day's activity.
"You remember when you were in the school play and were picked for the female lead? Well darling, you looked so pretty dressed up like that I want you to do it again for me please."
He smiled and recalled how nice it felt putting girls clothes on.
"Let's leave the dishes for now and sort some things out for you to wear."
True to form she had meticulously planned this and soon retrieved a suitcase with perfect fitting clothes. He stripped off in the bedroom as mum laid out all the garments. First the underwear – silky black knickers, stockings, suspenders and a bra. All fitted perfectly and his boy breasts looked perfect tucked inside the lovely bra.
A white blouse, slightly unbuttoned and a medium length frock was next. Then black leather boots. His hair was curly and feminine anyway so there was just some make up to do. Mum helped him with light rouge, eye make up and soft lip stick. A final touch of perfume and he was perfect. He could pass for a girl easily and even walked in a feminine way.
"Wow darling you look so gorgeous like that. Look in the mirror."
He gazed and pursed his lips and knew he could mimic a girl. Even his voice would pass.
"Let's do something daring for a thrill." Mum said" "We'll drive down to town and there's a bar where locals hang out. You'll be my female companion today!"
They both nodded in agreement and mum quickly put some similar clothes on. They were soon driving off, both dressed to have a "good" time. When they arrived and parked up the bar was just getting busy but they had no problem getting a table. There wasn't much else in town to do so most people went there to pass time and drink. They ordered a bottle wine and a light meal while chatting and gazing into each others eyes. He was a natural and no one had a clue about his true gender.
Time passed and the bar filled. Women started glancing at the "strangers" in town. They even gossiped about the body language – because it was intimate they did look like an older and younger lesbian couple. This amused the mother and son and they deliberately went to the girl's room together.
He'd never dreamed of going into a ladies toilet and here he was.
"Let's go into the cubicle for a quickie."
He followed his mum's idea and soon she was in his knickers and rubbing while he fingered her slit. She went down on him too. In the meantime women were impatiently waiting outside for a leak. When they opened the door faces dropped.
"We don't want your sort around here you frigging dykes!"
That was uttered by an "ugly", fat woman while another more mature and demure woman just silently smiled. The two giggled, washed their hands and touched up their make up before returning to the table. Time passed and a few guys were flirting at them both. The drink was flowing and sure enough both were invited for a dance. It was only juke box music but it was OK. They both obliged.
The young boy was most convincing and even did a few smoochy dances. It was a great thrill for both mum and son, knowing that these guys really thought they were flirting with a girl. What a shock they would have! The game went on and her son cleverly resisted being groped too much – otherwise the game would be up.
To take a break the boy decided to go to the powder room on his own. Shortly after he went it, the quiet demure older lady that had been in the loo earlier, followed "him" in. They silently looked in the mirror to check make up.
"I'm sorry for what that horrible old cow said earlier dear."
