1. Chrissie Remembers Mommy - Chapter 3


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Chapter 3 Chrissie Remembers Mommy I awoke on Saturday morning drenched in sweat from the hot flashes I had been having all through the night. The strange erotic dreams I had about my mother, Rob, Alex, Helen and Heidi were still hovering barely beneath my consciousness. It was 7:00 am and Heidi was still asl**p next to me in our bed. I quietly slipped from under the covers, grabbed my robe and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and learned lesson one about makeup: wash it off before you go to sl**p. The skin around my eyes was blackened by smudged mascara and eye liner. I washed my face, dried myself and went to the toilet where I sat down to pee. The moment I sat on the toilet a hot rush rose from my chest and my body temperature seemed to rise by 20 degrees. At the same time a wave of femininity ran through me, almost like an erotic jolt had been passed through my body. The rush was far more intense than anything I had experienced during my three years of oestrogen treatment and I could tell it was only a precursor for what was to come over the next few days. My nipples felt like they were on fire and even the satin robe I was wearing seemed to be made of sandpaper. I stayed on the toilet for far longer than I needed to just to get over the hot rush. When I felt confident enough I went to the sink and washed my face once again, just to cool it down. I reached into the medicine cabinet to get the bottle of hormone pills my doctor, Helen, had ...
    prescribed me. I looked at the instructions, opened the bottle and dry swallowed two of the tablets. I read the description on the bottle and saw that the side effects included hot flashes, confusion and temporary loss of memory. Those warnings weren't anything new to me but I never did get to the point in my previous treatment where I felt like the classic dizzy blonde. Now I was there. I felt like an addled, scramble brained, ditsy bimbo, but I also felt a sense of relief that any last remaining masculine hormonal impulses were being expelled from my body and I was becoming more feminine each hour of the day. Something about becoming whatever I was becoming felt right. I don't know what that will be, but I feel more confident in the future than I do about the past. If, as Helen says, I am just a sissy or a pansy, then I am going to become more sissified each day. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and made myself coffee which I enjoyed whilst sitting on the sofa. It was the same sofa Rob had been sitting on less than 24 hours before and where he had splayed his legs and I had submissively sunk to my knees in front of him and cleansed his massive cock with my tongue. I blushed just at the remembrance of it. It was strange that my erotic dreams during the night included my mother, but not so unusual if you knew the history of my c***dhood. It's the one big secret in my life and it's a history my mother and I only share together. I have never told anyone about the strange ...
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