1. Mommy and sissy


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: First Time, Shemales, Taboo, Author: 6270daniel, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster

    I really had been expecting to be shopping most of the morning, but I got to the mall and miracle of miracles, not only did I find a place to park close in, the mall wasn't at all as crowded as I had expected. I got in and picked up the few things I needed, and headed home. One of the things I had to get was a couple of new bras. It just seemed that the elastic in the ones I had were wearing out. I sort of calked it up to their being more cheaply made, every thing was any more it seemed, being made in China or wherever. I pulled into the drive and I didn't open the garage, since I was going to have to pick up my daughter Christy from cheerleader practice later that afternoon, so there wasn't much point in putting the car away. I grabbed the shopping bags from the back seat and went into the house going in the kitchen door. The house was quiet and I thought that I was alone, Christy being at practice and our twelve year old boy had told me he was going to a friend's house. I breezed through the kitchen and up the stairs and as I got to my bedroom, I stopped. The door was shut. I never shut the door if I'm not in my room and I though that this was very odd. I set down my packages and slowly opened the door, not really knowing what to expect. What I found, was my son, dressed in my clothes, skirt, blouse, heels, sitting at my dressing table, applying lipstick to his lips. He saw me immediately in the mirror and jumped up, knocking over the dressing table bench. He was ...
    stammering and was a beet, beet red with embarrassment. Lord knows I was at a loss for words, but I had to say something. For want of anything better to say, I told him to pick the bench and sit down. I went out into the hallway and retrieved my shopping bags. I put them on the bed and then sat down on the edge of the bed facing my son. &#034How long have you been doing this Bobby? I asked. &#034Um, well... for awhile.&#034 He mumbled. &#034You like wearing women's clothes?&#034 and felt immediately stupid for such a dumb question. Not waiting for an answer, I said, &#034Stand up and let me see you.&#034 He stood, awkward and a little unsteady in the heels, but, I had to admit, he made a fairly cute girl. I had him turn and his legs I noticed were shaved and passably shapely in nylons, and he had a nice little butt. &#034Lift your skirt,&#034 I said in a tone more stern than I'd spoken to him before. &#034But Mom...&#034 &#034You lift up that skirt, or I'll do it for you.&#034 Hesitantly, but by the tone of my voice knowing that he had no choice, he reached down and pulled up the hem of his skirt, stopping about mid thigh. &#034All the way.&#034 I said. And he continued, exposing panties and garter belt. He had good taste in lingerie, he'd chosen a pair of sheer black bikini's and matching lace garter belt and lace topped black stockings, all mostly new and expensive. It was the kind of &#034hither come fuck me&#034 ensemble that I wore when I knew I was going to be having fun. I ...
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