Summer Secrets In Mom’s Lingerie - Chapter 2
Crossdressing and Incest
The house is a tomb, silent and still, save for the frantic drumming of my heart against the stiff boning of the leather corset. One week. Seven days of stolen glances across the dinner table, of his knuckles brushing mine when passing the salt, of me sitting in my room upstairs, aching, while he slept down here. The memory of his taste is a ghost on my tongue, a persistent, hungry ghost. The new outfit he bought me is a...