Mom had just turned forty, and had reinvented herself as a sexy redhead.
She looked hotter as a redhead than blonde, she was quite a conservative dresser and minimal with makeup.
I was no longer embarrassed about cross-dressing, which was a good job as I couldn't stop myself. I went to sleep every night wearing her panties.
I had easy access to mom's bedroom and there was a large laundry basket in the bathroom, at bath time I would spend most the time stroking myself wearing her sweaty soiled panties and bras, then perhaps just five minutes soaking in the bath.
Her bedroom was a little paradise - her main dresser had exciting underwear and nightwear drawers.
The wardrobe contained a varied selection dresses, skirts, and tops for all seasons and occasions.
I'd prefer to get hose, panties, and slips from the laundry basket as they were filled with her perfume and natural sweet aromas. Her pussy smell was the only one I'd known so far, it brought life and excitement into my little tranny cock.
Mom had never mentioned she knew what I was secretly up to, it was the one conversation I was always dreading. That and getting caught in the act.
Mom had a new boyfriend, he was a business man in his late forties and incredibly full of himself.
He was sticking it to mom pretty regular and I could hear them when they did it at our house.
I was pretty jealous of the time they were spending together and what they were doing.
I was still a virgin, with little experience with girls; my biggest turn on was still cross dressing and moms gorgeous body. I had some mature lady porn magazines which I loved the lingerie shots and fantasized about some of the stories were really written my mom especially when the plot was getting fucked by young guys. I also fantasized about my friend's moms and being let loose in their bedrooms to play dressing up games.
