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A Wife For The Making, Part 4 free porn video
As you're doing that I smile to think that it was my mother who started
me down the road to becoming this girl in the mirror, and now you're
finishing the job she abandoned. I watch us in the mirror as you begin to
fuck me, my breasts hanging heavy and low, my earrings and my pendant all
swaying in time to your thrusts. I lower myself onto my elbows so that as
my breasts swing back and forth beneath me my nipples are just barely
rubbing against the bed cover, sending little jolts of pleasure through
me... I can't stop myself from moaning at that.
And I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror and at you behind me,
looking at what you've done with me and what you're doing to me now...
it's hypnotic and I know that sooner or later you will orgasm from
fucking me and that will make me cum too so I just let myself sink into
it... no thinking...just needing and feeling what you're doing to me...
every stroke, every thrust, the way you hold my hips, the way you pull me
into you every time you thrust forward, the feel of your hands pulling,
pushing and squeezing, the throb in my nipples from touching the bed as
every thrust makes my breasts swing, hearing sounds and realizing they
are half yours and half mine, wordless moans that are somehow in sync
like one needy animal desperate for what it wants... I can't imagine
anything ever being sexier than this.
And then I feel it change, your thrusts coming faster, harder, less
controlled as you get close to cumming and that makes me moan even harder
because I know that means I'll get to cum soon too. And then it happens,
I can hear you're cumming and in between your screams I hear you telling
me to come for you to come now to come now come now come now and it's
like a dam bursts, waves running through me I shudder and shake and hear
myself screaming, both of us screaming together... going on and on and on
until we collapse together on the bed, you on top and still inside me.
My breasts are getting crushed and it hurts so eventually you roll off
me, slowly pulling out at the same time... it feels so empty when you're
gone and I give a little moan, wanting you back right away. You pull me
close and wrap your arms around me for a bit, whispering your thoughts in
my ear. So comforting. But it's time for sleep, we both have busy days
tomorrow, you have an early day at work and I have housework to get
caught up on. So we clean up and when I come out of the bathroom you are
already in bed and have picked out a nightie for me. Changing into it I
hurry to our bed and kiss you good night. You offer me your arm as a
pillow and I settle in for the night, snuggling my back up against you,
feeling deliciously content and slowly drift off to sleep as I think of
how I got here...
It's kinda funny because my Mom was the one who started me down this
road... but if she knew that she was responsible for this she'd go
completely nuts... but she's not in the picture anymore so it doesn't
matter. It was so long ago, it's hard to believe so much came from such a
tiny little start.
I was in the yard with my Mom when I was eight and she was talking with
the neighbour and I guess I was being a pest and bugging them because she
got mad and told me to go stay in the house. I'd been home all day,
feeling bored and lonely, and when I went inside I went into her room so
I could watch the two of them from her window. It made me feel miserable
and lonely, being there alone and excluded, watching the two of them
chatting away.
Then I saw on her bed an old fashioned kind of girdle and I don't know
why but for some reason I decided to put it on. So I lay down on her bed
and pulled it on and I had this feeling wash over me... it just felt...
right... and then I got a feeling in my penis that I didnt recognize or
know what it was until years later ... at the time it was just a tingling
that I had never felt before... not an erection but just something
electric like. Like a little thrill centred right on my penis.
It felt so good and even though I was all alone I didn't feel lonely
anymore. It was the most wonderful feeling and its carved into my memory
how it felt and how putting the girdle on felt and how I felt. But of
course I also knew that I should not be doing it so I was also kind of
embarrased and then scared. Even though I didnt know then what the world
thought about people like me I knew how my Mom felt about her clothes, so
it was a long time before I did that again!
In fact it must have been almost two years before it happened again... I
was home alone and knew Mom wouldn't be back until late. It was like the
first time... I didn't know why... but suddenly I found myself going
through her drawers and ended up in her foundations.
I found another girdle... she always liked the kind that was all smooth
satin along the rear. So I tried one on, and I was bigger by then so it
fit better than that first time, but something didn't seem right so I
took it off. After looking around some more I put on a pair of her
panties and then put the girdle back on. Now it felt exactly the same as
the first time. I can't describe it.... it was like my whole body reacted
and it was just electric.
I was still to young for it to be something I recognized as sexual but I
knew it was something really powerful.
Doing this was different right in the very beginning... a lot of stuff
happened along the way though... stuff with my Mom and her reaction and
like that.... back then it was... I don't know how to put it.... it was
short, and intense, and over quickly... over time it changed so that it
was still very erotic but not the same intensity and more emotional and
lasting much, much longer.
Anyway, eventually she found out somehow and she went ballistic when she
caught me, but ... I've been trying to find this funny and as time goes
by I'm geting there... her punishment was to make me dress, for the very
first time, and for the whole weekend... she thought she was going to
make me hate it!
Over time I did it more and more often and like I said one day she came
home early on a Friday night and caught me by surprise. She must have
known what was going on because she hardly said a word, she just pulled
me over her lap and spanked me but then the very first thing next morning
she called me into her room and told me I was going to spend the weekend
dressed and "see how much you like having to do it whether you want to or
not." I refused at first, I felt I had to, but then she just spanked me
some more and told me I didn't have a choice. She made getting dressed
really drag out a long time and kept teasing me about the whole thing. So
I was getting exactly what I wanted which was good... but also I was
really embarrassed and like humiliated, because she wanted it to be that
way. It was mostly just confusing and she never knew how much I had
really liked her doing that.
So it's funny because I mean here I was getting exactly what I wanted,
even though I didn't know then that I had wanted exactly that, and I was
getting it as punishment, but it also gave me ideas and started me doing
more when she wasn't around.
I was about 13 then so it was all new and that time it was sexual for me.
That first time she made me put a girdle on over my panties right away,
otherwise she would have seen what it was doing to me, but as it was I
don't think she suspected then. She punished me that way again over the
next three years or so and I think part of her really enjoyed it, but not
so she could bring herself to admit it to me, or even to herself.
At first it was every few weeks. She'd find a reason to punish me or I'd
give her one, like she'd catch me wearing something when I thought she
wasn't around. And of course when Mom wasn't doing it to me I was doing
it to myself. And somehow she'd just know... I never did figure out how
she knew when I was doing it and when I wasn't. I was pretty careful
about stuff but somehow she'd just know.
Anyways basically if she didn't like something about how I behaved she
would see it as a reason to "change" me. And that's exactly how she'd put
it too, she'd tell me, "I'm going to change you whether you like it or
not." And I still couldn't admit to her how much I liked it, so I'd have
to resist. And I guess sometimes it was just that I didn't want to wear
the particular thing she had in mind. But she'd just spank me until I
agreed to do whatever she said. I never knew my father, he ran off before
I was born, so we lived alone and she was like "the law" around the
house. So gradually I just learned to do anything she said. I mean what
was the point in resisting? My only choice was between doing what she
wanted or getting spanked first and then doing what she wanted.
I know she had always wanted a daughter because when I was younger she
told me she wished I'd been born a girl. So I think part of her liked it
all but part of her also thought it was sick - Mom had pretty strict
ideas about how males and females were supposed to be. But maybe that's
why she could do what she did to me too... because she liked for me to do
the things around the house that are usually considered "woman's work."
Back before the first time she found out about me dressing I overheard
her complaining to a friend that she had to work fulltime and still had
to do all the housework too. When her friend told her she should get me
to do some of the housework she just said "boys don't do that kind of
stuff" or something like that.
So now she could dress me and make me do those kind of chores and it all
fit together for her. More than once she said something like "well if you
want to look like a girl then you'll put the proper effort in and you'll
do all the other things girls have to do." Of course I was a teenager so
I didn't like that part so much... anyway that was usually her reaction
if she caught me. And even if Mom didn't catch me in the act there was
always some excuse for her dressing me but they were pretty thin a lot of
the time. By the time I was almost 16 it was happening a lot, usually a
couple of nights week and at least every other weekend and just about
every school holiday.
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