It was morning when I awoke, mother was still asleep beside me, still dressed and gloved, in her lingerie. I went, had a shower and dressed in a slip, nylons and garter belt, all in sensuous, dove grey, silk satin. My make-up was simple and sensuous, coral pink and cream, with pale blue and light pink eye-shadow to contrast with the bold mascara of my lashes and eyebrows. My hair, loose and tumbling, brushed my shoulders, caressing them as I walked. I put on a pair of dove grey mules and, because there was a slight chill to the air, I slid into my lovely, silky, warm and sexy, mink coat, another present from mother. I opened the door and went downstairs, hunting for a cup of coffee. The doors to both Alicia's and Joanne's rooms were closed, but not latched and I was curious to see how the night had gone. Gently, I first peeked into Alicia's boudoir. Alicia and Katie were entwined, Katie resting her head on her mother's breast, softly fluttering lips an inch away from her mother's turgid nipple as Alicia, awake, cuddled her beloved child's head. She saw me and gave a soft, gentle smile of full satisfaction.

I then closed the door, after blowing her a kiss, that she reciprocated, and went on to Joanne's room. There, a different sight met my eyes. Pippa was dressed in a gorgeous satin basque, black and sexy, the cups were filled with a pair of breast enhancers, they were the ones I had left with Katie. Her limbs, smooth and sleek in sexy, black nylon stockings and patent black, court shoes were tied to the two bedposts by nylon stockings while her arms, gleaming in black satin opera gloves were tied to the bed head by the same means of restraint. Her mother was kneeling beside her on the silver satin counterpane, dressed in scarlet from head to toe, full slip, nylon stockings and satin opera gloves. Her hair, let loose, came down to below her waist in a cascade of shimmering beauty that made me hungry to run my own hands through. She had obviously gone to town on Pippa because she had changed her into one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. A lovely brunette wig, tousled and wavy adorned Pippa's head and her gamin features were expertly made-up and sexily at that. Pippa's erection, powerful, hard and weeping with desire was held in her mother's gloved hands, both of them could barely contain its trembling power, and even so, a good three inches peeped over the top of her, barely closed, fists. Leaning down, she was crooning softly to it, unaware of her audience.

"Naughty, nasty thing," She was whispering as her head bowed, almost in supplication, over the leaking head, clear fluid oozing from the winking eye in the purple glans penis. "Evil, wanting to go into mummy. What am I going to do to make it go down? Does mummy's little girly-boy want mummy to suck her big clitty?"

I started to erect at those words and, unfettered and free, my body tented out the glossy satin of my slip and also, the rich fur of my coat. I slid my hands into the deep pockets and grasped it through the silk lining and satin slip, gently sliding, silk on silk-satin to excite myself further. Slowly, ever so slowly, the wanton mother bent down and parted her lush, lipsticked lips, breathing hotly over Pippa's overlarge clitty. Pippa turned her head from side to side, then spotted me in the doorway. I smiled at her and she smiled shyly back, then arched her back as her mother engulfed her in her hot and clasping mouth. Limbs writhing and body trembling, she gave herself up to the expert ministrations of her wanton, incestuous mother. Her head bobbing up and down, Joanne brought her gorgeous child to, peak after peak, of ecstasy, only to stop her going over at the last moment. Soon she had Pippa pleading for release, and still she held off, then stopped. Pippa was in an agony of frustration and she writhed as her mother, almost sadistically, left her alone to cool down. Then, when Joanne judged it was right, she straddled her lover-child's body and, lifting up the glistening satin hem of her slip with one hand, she grasped her child's erect body with the other and aimed it at the very centre of her desires.

It seemed far too large to slip into that trim, tight furrow that was the maternal slit, but she gently parted the folds of her labiae with the massive head and then, as he felt it enter her channel, arched her back, twisted her head from side to side and, with a cawing sound of mixed pain and ecstasy, slid her body down to meet his body as it arched up. Leaning forward, her hands planted on the bed, either side of Pippa's head, she started to move her haunches back and forth, up and down, twirling them in a circle, panting and moaning with her pleasure. Her full, gorgeous breasts, their brown nipples engorged and hard were a scant inch from Pippa's carmined lips and she took advantage of this by reaching up and ducking hotly on the sensitive nubbins of tender flesh, moving from one to the other at will. Even as she did this, Joanne orgasmed, once, twice and again, short, sharp, intense flashes of ecstasy and she cried out each time. As her haunches slowed, then stopped, Pippa took over, humping her body deep into her beloved mother, taking herself up to a massive climax. The hissing susurration of their satin garments, writhing over the rich, satin counterpane was audible above the wet, slurping sounds of their coupling. With a scream, Pippa arched her back, driving that hot clitty deep into her satin sheathed mother, froze, and came. Joanne joined her transvestite son in his climax and screamed with him, then muffled it by leaning down and kissing him/her on her panting and parted lips. I too was spent, my climax so powerful and intense that I was weak at the knees, and my fluids soaked my slip and the lining of my fur coat pockets, to lay, wet and cold, against my skin. I abandoned any thoughts of coffee as I needed to go back to my room to clean up and change.

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