"Hi hon. How was the gym?" Holly asked.
"Great workout. Sure could use a massage."
Holly laughed. "And I could use a million dollars."
I took Holly in my arms and kissed her. We held the kiss and wrapped our arms around each other.
"I'm sorry to create such havoc in your life. I've always known I wasn't the macho male type, but I never felt the urges that have been happening over the past few years."
"I wouldn't have asked for this, but it's not surprising. Even while dating, you showed what I think are more feminine behaviours. You love shopping, browsing the jewellery counters and how you reacted when you jokingly slipped on my panties."
A warm blush ran through my cheeks.
"It was funny, but I sensed something more. Have you tried on my clothes while alone?"
I was so embarrassed and tried not to feel like a little boy in front of his mother. "Yes, I have. Mostly panties and stockings."
"Go to our room, strip, slip on a pair of my panties and hose and lay on the bed."
"Really?" I asked.
Holly nodded. "Yes, really."
My cock was hard before I reached our room and after stripping, I looked in our mirror. I had some chest hair and my tummy could lose a belt size. The patch of hair above my cock was brown and curly and my six inches curled slightly upwards.
