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Mother Made Me Do It free porn video
I think that my mother was responsible for my insatiable desire to
crossdress. Back when I was only 14, I discovered my mother's lingerie
drawer, and it contained some pretty exciting things. Her completely
transparent panties were especially stimulating for me, and her garter
belts reminded me of the times that I had seen the tops of her stockings
as she bent over to pick up something from the floor. As I look back on
those times, I wonder if those little peeks that I got were really
accidental.
In any case, one day when I was home from school and my dad was at work,
my mother had made plans to help out at the church for the afternoon. As
soon as she left, my curiosity got the best of me, and I took the
opportunity to experiment. Since I was about the same size as my mother,
I decided to try on some of her things. I chose to tuck myself into some
pink see-thru panties, and then fasten a white garter belt around my
waist, not knowing that the panties should go on over the garter belt! I
found a pair of white stockings (Mother was a part-time nurse), and put
them on too. To complete my new look, I took one of her long full skirts
and a slippery satin blouse from her closet and slipped into them. I
looked in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom
door, and I was pleased with what I saw. If my hair had been longer, I
would have looked just like a girl.
About then the phone rang, and I scrambled downstairs to get it. On the
other end of the phone was one of Mother's church friends saying that
the work at the church was being postponed until the following day! No
sooner had I hung up the phone when my mother came through the door. I
had no chance to escape her seeing me. The front door was between the
phone and the staircase! Talk about embarrassed. After turning seven
shades of red, I just sat down on the sofa. I had no idea what to expect
next. The look on her face was frightening to me, she looked really
angry. She pointed to the stairs and told me to get up to my bedroom
immediately. I went and she followed close behind.
When we got into the room, she closed and locked the door. She pointed
to my single bed and told me to crawl up on it and get on my hands and
knees. My mother had always been the disciplinarian in our family (I was
an only child), so I had an idea of what was coming, but never did I
expect what happened next. As I started to cry, she made me put my head
down on the bed, but told me to stay on my knees. She lifted the hem of
the skirt that I had on, and slowly pulled it up over my head. It was
like being in a tent, and I could only hear, not see what she was doing.
I knew that the panties I had on concealed nothing from her, and I
continued to cry and blush. She then started to lecture me about naughty
boys who liked to dress up in girls' clothes, and how no son of hers was
going to turn into a sissy. She said that she was going to teach me a
lesson that would help me remember that such behavior would not be
tolerated.
Then the lesson began, and it was unlike any I had known before. She
pulled one of the garter straps out away from my thigh and then let it
snap back against my skin. It sounded worse than it felt. She did the
same thing with the other straps, and continued to toy with me that way
for several minutes. Eventually the skin on my thighs started to tingle
and I wondered if it was becoming as red as my face. When she stopped, I
heard her go over to my desk and open a drawer. Which drawer was it, and
what did she get out of the drawer? Maybe it was the ruler again? Didn't
I wish! The sharp and painful snap of a rubber band on the sole of my
foot told me otherwise. Another snap on the back of my calf, and I
started crying harder as I feared where she might choose to snap me
next. She worked her way up the entire nylon-protected length of each of
my legs, and then paused. She made me spread my knees further apart, and
then started in on the bare flesh above the stockings. I remember the
pain, it was excruciating, but nothing compared to what was yet to come.
When she targeted the tip of my pantied penis, I shrieked and lurched up
off the bed and fell back with my legs squeezed tightly together. After
she gave me a minute to recover, I was made to resume my position...and
again she did it to me...and again the result was the same. After
abusing me this way for several more minutes, she put down the rubber
bands. Now she reached inside the leg band of my panties and pulled out
the shriveled penis that she had been punishing so cruelly. She held it
tightly in her hand while she began to spank me with her other bare
hand. The spanking was a welcome relief from her earlier discipline. But
as she spanked me, my penis recovered and soon became painfully erect.
She just continued to bend it down toward the bed, or back between my
legs...but with her continued spanking my need for relief grew. I
attempted to pump into her hand. The more I pumped, the harder she
spanked. The harder she spanked, the more I struggled for relief. I
still could see nothing, but soon I could hear...the unmistakable sound
of my pre-cum slickened penis being manipulated...I groaned and came all
over the bedspread. She gave my behind one last smack, then left my
room. If Dad were to notice my bedspread, he would think that it had
been my hand that had been busy yet again.
Neither my mother nor I ever spoke of that event again. I never dressed
in that house again either, but as soon as I was out on my own, I began
what has been a longtime habit of dressing in women's clothes every
chance I get.
Ofelia
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