She walks away…
Go down stairs:
You slowly walk down the stairs, feeling your dick grinding a bit uncomfortably between your thighs as you go.
You didn’t know what was harder to believe, that your own mother had just fondled you. Or that she was going to make you go out in public wearing your sister’s clothes.
You sit down and slowly pull your shoes on, trying not to panic too much about going outside.
Soon your mom comes downstairs, dressed in an outfit not very different from your own.
“Ready?”
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