Crossdressed and Feminized by Mother  – Part 3

Mother had just finished smoothing her nails.  Her brown stockings would glide over her legs with no worry of a snag.  Nothing to stop them from caressing her legs.  She held the first stocking in front of her and began to gather it into her finger.  I watched mesmerized knowing what was to come next.  I was swept up in an ocean of lust.  Once the stocking was fully in the palms of her hands she slipped it over the toes of her right foot and then lifted her leg and pointed her toes directly at me.  Looking me in the eyes she slowly slid the stocking up and over her feet, calves and thighs.  She stood up and bent over to attach the garter tabs to the stockings.  When she did her breast swayed forward and escaped the silky nylon folds of her robe.  She quickly shifted her body and it was swept inside back inside.  Her hanging breast was exposed long enough to give me a nice view of her dark brown areola and her firmly protruding nipple.  My little boys cock was hard in my blue jeans.  This only happened when I was around my mother.
The right stocking was attached and the left followed with the same results.  I love seeing my mother’s breasts.  They were full and round  and laid gently on her chest.  She stood and wrapped the pink sheer nylon robe around her body then stood in front of the mirror to check the seams running up and down the back of her legs.  Her back was to me as she walked over to her dresser.  The robe was very, very sheer  and something to worn when romance was in the air.  I know that now but then it seemed normal for me.  The white of her open bottom girdle was almost florescent.  I could see the red stripe on the welt of her stockings.  I could see everything.  Mother slipped the robe off her shoulders and onto the bed.  With her back still to me she bent over, opened her dresser drawer and took out a white bra. Her hands slipped through the shoulder straps.  She held the cups of the bra as she shifted her body.   Her hands come to the back of the bra where she hooked the two straps together.  She stood and turned to face me while her hand reached inside the cup of the bra and gently tugged each breast until it fell perfectly in to the sheer lace.  The bra she had picked out was shiny satin but the upped half of the cups were a very sheer delicate lace.  Her nipples were clearly visible and so was my cock.
She looked as if she had just stepped off the pages of a Sears catalog except of course her nipples protruding into the sheer lace cups.

During all of this we would be talking about my day at school or something that was going on where she worked.  Sometime I would forget what we were talking about.  I was absorbed in my mother.  It was during one of these time that I was suddenly shocked by hearing my name called rather loudly “Ricky! your not listening to mother.  I said, you seem to enjoy seeing mother in her underwear.”  I looked at her and followed her glaze to my very stiff, very hard and very oblivious cock.  I felt myself flush red with humiliation and embarrassment. Getting hard looking at my mother meant that there was something wrong with me.

Crossdressed and Feminized by Mother – Part 2

My mother worked in a department store from 5:00 until 9:00 Monday through Friday.  I would get home from school at 3:00 and she would often be taking her bath getting ready to go to work.  We only had one bathroom and when I had to pee she always would say thought he door to come on in.  Over time it seemed that I only had to pee when she was in there taking a bath.  Here’s why.  When I opened the door to go into the bathroom I would see her put the wash cloth across her lap.  She covered her pubic hair but her breasts were there to be seen in all their glory.  And they were glorious!  Full soft round breasts.  They looked heavy as they laid against her soapy chest.  Her nipples always seem to he hard and erect.  Her areola were big and round and a lovely shade of dark brown and her nipples erupted from them like swollen stiff pencil erasers. 

She sat in the tub and I stood right next to her peeing into the toilette and trying to sneak peaks at her breasts.  Sometimes she would ask me questions about school and sometimes she just washed her upper body.  When I was done I would leave.  Shortly after wards she would come out of the steamy room with a towel wrapped around her and stroll into her bedroom.  The door to her bedroom never quite closed and I would try to get peeks but never saw more then flashes of flesh and sometimes a whisper of white underwear. 

I would retreat into my room waiting for her to call me into hers.  When I opened the door and walked in she was always in the same stage of dress.  She would have on her white open bottom side zip girdle and a floor length sheer pink nylon robe.  The robe was adorned with feminine touches of pink satin ribbons and red rosebuds.  Her legs would be crossed and she would be sitting on the bed doing something with her nails.  The robe was never buttoned but just pulled loosely around her body.  Most all of breasts would be covered but her nipples would be poking insistently into soft folds of pink nylon.  Her stockings would be laid out beside her ready to put on as soon as her nails had been smoothed by her nail file.  What a site for a young, impressionable and horny crossdresser.

Feminized and Crossdressed By Mother – Part 1

I remember the delicious hours playing dress up. It was 1960 so you imagine what was in her underwear and nightie drawer. I tried everything on and pranced in front of her mirror. Her closet was full of shirtwaist dresses like Donna Reed wore. Next to the dresses hung her chiffon crinolines. White, pink and fluffy. If I was alone for a few hours I would be swooning in a sea of her lingerie and the thoughts of what would happen if she caught me.
She often walked around the house wearing a white sheer lace bra, open bottom girdle with brown stockings and a sheer waltz length chiffon robe. Sometime she wouldn’t be wearing her bra. Her breasts were full with large brown areolas and big pencil eraser nipples that seemed to be hard al the time. She would sit on the bed with her legs crossed Stitching a replace button on a sheer white blouse. I would be standing or sitting near her as talked about our day. Sometimes I was sure I could see a little bit of her public hair but I was never really sure. I do know that she never wore panties under her girdle.
These times with my mothers were sweet and intimate but it wasn’t until years later that I realized that she never ever would be seen dressed like that if my step father was home. She was doing it for me!
She loved to shop and up until I was 12 years old she took me into the women’s fitting room where my eyes bulged as did my little boy cock. Mother would occasionally have dresses made by a seamstress friend of hers. I would sit and watch her try everything from tight, tight skirts that hugged her legs and ass to full swirling dresses. With each change of dress she would change her slip. Sometimes a full body hugging white nylon or a h lf slip. Maybe a petticoat and on and on. My head would be swirling know that soon I would be wearing those very same things.
My sexual fantasies around her change from time to time. I’ll write more about that soon.