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I continued to share my eyes as mom hooked her thumb around the elastic waist of her red pantie and pulled it down to her knee.. We both flung our respective covers aside, letting them fall to the floor. It was so big that I had trouble getting my fingers around it. During office hour she wore saree, but in some occasion she wore completely as male. Of course, I don't think you could ever deny me if I really needed it badly enough.Means like men, my Mom wore suits,jeans and shoes but now like they are more Indian nowadays at home, and out shopping or relaxing, but traditional at social functions, where appropriate. You love me too much." She laughed and agreed that it was probably true. I took her by the hand and held it as she rose to her feet.And Mom finally got her panties down to her feet and put it into the machine. My eyes focused immediately on her huge breasts, barely contained by the bra, They had to be double D's. I would read about shemales but I completely seen my mother from my early chilodhood. I rested my head just above her left breast and continued to watch the movie. I can only compare it to the feeling you get right before falling asleep. Before, she had been doing laundry and caught by surprise. My eyes flicked down to her crotch and I expected to see a wet hairy pussy of my mom, but I get the biggest shock of my entire life. Mom was an woman but she had no vagina, had a big manhood in between her legs. And I had been disgusted and disturbed by the thought that mom has penis with balls bigger than mine. I pulled it out and stroking , once again I see the entire seen of my mother. My mom tugged the material of her nightgown up until the hem was below her breasts. She grabbed the hem and pulled the entire garment off, then dropped it to the floor beside her. Taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily, I pulled my head into my shirt, then worked it off quickly. Then I reached down under the blankets with both hands and wiggled out of my boxer shorts. You're warm, you're safe, and the worries of the world are washed away by the comforting darkness. Now, she was fully erect, her shaft jutting ten inches nearly straight up. Her scrotum lay between them, like two eggs in a nest.