MOTHERS LOVING SON

Mother’s loving son

I was 12 when I first wore my mothers underwear. I’d been born
In the 1950’s so it was the 60’s and she wore a lot of what were called foundation garments, corsets to you and me.
My dad had walked out on us when I was 5 and contrary to what you would expect my mother was not that close to me. Don’t get me wrong she was a good mum but not loving.
That’s why started the cross dressing I think I felt closer to her that way.
Fortunately my dad was rich and looked after us well so my mum had enough underwear that she didn’t miss the odd item that found it’s way into my room.

I started just wearing bras and panties or corselettes and panties and only for short times to begin with. My cock would get really hard and I would wank my self in front of a full length mirror and imagine I was fucking mum.

Then I got braver, I wore mums things under my own clothes. During the winter if I didn’t have pe or sports I would dress in corselette with suspenders and stockings and panties under my school uniform. No-one noticed but I had to wank at least twice during the day because my cock got so hard.

As the years passed I progressed to wearing mums dresses or skirts and blouses, again she didn’t miss them, she had loads. I would borrow her wigs and make-up and this being the 60’s I had long hair which I could make very feminine.
By the time I was 16, I dressed like a woman, looked like a woman but felt all man. I was very attracted to women but had only been out on dates and hadn’t progressed to any sex except my wanking sessions.

Then the most important day of my life. I was in my bedroom wearing a black wig, heavy make-up, black mini dress with black bra, black suspender belt and black stockings, no panties because I was wanking and had slipped them off.
I usually heard the front door go but today I was too far gone and had just shot my load when my bedroom door opened.
“who are yo………….