My Stepfather_(0)

When I was young I lived with my mom and grandparents as my father had taken off when I was a baby. When I was 10 my mom and I moved out because my mother and grandpa would fight about her dating. My mom always felt bad about me not having a father, as some of the other kids would tease me about it. I was shy and spent much of my time in my own world, a world where I was popular and loved.
My mom loved me, but due to working long hours and trying to find a husband and father she didn’t have much time for me.
After we moved into our new apartment I was alone a lot and that’s when I started to dress in my mom’s clothes. Wearing a pair of panties and pantyhose was my favorite and that was when I got my first erection. I would also wear a wig my mom had worn as part of a witch costume to a party. When I was 12 my mom started dating a man named Bob who owned an auto repair garage. He was divorced with kids but they lived out of state with their mother. After 18 months of dating, my mom and Bob were married and we moved into Bob’s house down the block from his garage. My mom said Bob would legally adopt me and we would be a happy family.
Bob was gruff and didn’t talk much and his main interests were watching sports while having a few beers when not working. As such we didn’t have much in common and weren’t close although I think we tried to make thing work for my mom’s sake. Bob usually worked until 4:00 and my mom worked in the local diner until 6:00 or 7:00, so that would give me a small window to play “dress-up” after school.
This particular day I had put on panties, pantyhose, a sleeveless black dress of my mom’s as well as the black wig. I had started to try to use makeup, and I was wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner.
I thought I looked good that day. I was slim but I had actually been on the track team my freshman year to try to please Bob and my legs and glutes had developed some. I’m not sure if I lost track of time or he was early that day, but as I was vamping in front of my mom’s full length mirror I was startled to hear the front door slam closed and heavy footsteps on the stairs. I totally panicked and froze.
Seeing the light on in his bedroom Bob said “What’s going on in there” as he entered the room. Seeing me like that his jaw dropped. “What the hell is going on, what are you doing ? “he shouted at me “ are you crazy ?” I had never been so scared in my life.