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MOM AND ME 1
School was just out and it was the beginning of another one of those long hot summers. A rather shy 16-year old at the time, very much aware of girls, but too scared to do much about it, I just sat back and watched, and wondered. Kind of quiet myself and not to prone to doing things with the guys, not really interested, I liked to stay home. More than anything, I just really liked being with Mom as much as I could.
This was especially so lately. She and Dad had separated after some pretty terrible fights. He'd gone across the country to cool off. I had no idea when he would be back. Mom just said it would be a while, usually adding she didn't care if it were never. It had been about six weeks since he'd left. I missed him, but, honestly, not too much. He'd never been mean to me or anything. But we never seemed close either. I always felt closer to Mom.
My whole wonderful transformation started about two weeks after school ended. It was a hot morning--we didn't have air conditioning--with an even hotter day in store.
I rolled out of bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mom came into my room--marched actually--and announced that I xad a slight problem that day.
"You're of underwear and all your clothes. They're all dirty. How come you didn't tell me you were getting so low?"
Still somewhat asleep, I thought about it a moment, then replied that I didn't think I was out, or even close to it.
Mom got that stern look on her faCe and said, "Well, you are." Then, from behind her back, she produced some clothing and laid it on my bed.
"These will have to do for now, till I can get some washed. Put them on." She paused a moment, then added. "Besides, I think you'll like them better. It's hot today, and these will be cool."
She left the room.
I sort of lazily looked at them and then did a double tace. Before me, on my bed, was a pair of woman's panties, a pair of`Lom's shorts and a cotton sleeveless blouse of hers (we were almost about the same size then).
"Uh, Mom," I yelled, No response. I yeled again. This time I heard her roar back to just put them on.
I shrugged and took off my pajamas and then slipped on her panties. They were full size panties and came up and all around my lower abdomen and groin area. I immediately felt an incredibly good sensation. Especially around my genitals, which did, I must admit, sort of bulge out in front.
I shrugged again and then put on her shorts, zipping them at the side and then slipped her blouse on. No sooner had I finished than did Mom suddenly appear again. "You'll be much cooler in that. I guarantee. And you'll feel better too. Now, here, put these on too."
From around her back she produced some wooden Scholl-type sandals, with red leather straps on the instep to match the red shorts I guess, and set them on the floor.
I hesitated a moment, I must admit. I felt uncomfortable.
"Put them on," she ordered. I slipped my feet into them and wiggled my toes. Mom said, "Let me adjust them for you," and bent down to tighten the straps.
"Okay, go watch TV or something. Stay inside, though. It's too hot outside."
I obeyed, walking away, feeling rather st[nge but oddly good too. For a long time I'd always rather envied women because they have such a variety of clothing they can wear, much of which seems so airy and comfortable. And now I was gettyng to experience this. I kind of liked it, in a way. Plus, I knew it pleased Mom in some strange way.
It also pleased something else, which had grown quite large in my panties. I was embarrassed. They offered no support and it was pushing it way out quite noticeably. I tried to ignore it and after a while, it did subside somewhat, although not completely. That silky panty material and the feeling of my toes in the sandals was very arousing and sensual.
I ate soma breakfast, then watched TV. An hour or so later, Mom called me up from the den. I went and found her in the bathroom. The water was running in the tub. "I want you to take a bath," she said.
"Now?" I asked. "Don't I usually..?"
"Do as I say!" she snapped. "Get undressed." She left the bathroom. I did as I was told. As I did, I noticed some woman's dainties on the toilet seat. "Now, what?" I thought. In a moment, I was completely naked. I started for the tub when Mom suddenly entered the bathroom.
I was quite embarrassed. She hadn't seen my naked in four or five years and had not bathed me in that long as well. But she acted as if nothing was odd.
She handed me a can of shaving cream and a razor.
"I want all that ugly hair off you," she ordered. "I don't know why men have to have so much hair. But it's ugly. And hot. You'll feel much better afterwards."
But I just stood there. She lost her patience and shoved me into the tub. She started to wash me, everywhere. She rubbed my cock and balls vigorously, in fact, but all the while seemingly ignoring my full scale erection.
She then proceeded to put shaving cream all over my legs and under my arms. In a state of semi-shock, I just let her. In a matter of minutes, it was over. She sponged me off and gave me a towel. I tried to stand with my front away from her. My penis was very large and stiff by now.
She pointed to the dainties on the toilet seat. "Put that on," she said, and these shoes." She handed me some very feminine wedge-type houseslippers, open-toed, backless, with a feather puff on the toe. I slipped them on, after draping myself in a silky nightgown.
She led me to my bedroom where I noticed several feminine articles were laid out on the bed. She sat me down, slipped off one of my slippers and then proceeded to paint my toenails a bright, irridescent pink. She did one foot, then the other.
My mind began to race. What was going on? I was fearful, yet anot`er part of me was excited, thrilled, more so than I'd ever been in my entire life! I recalled Mom telling me back some years how she'd always wanted a daughter and how disappointed she'd been that I was a boy. Now that Dad was gone, was she going to get the daughter she'd always wanted? Was I going to like i|? I don't know, but the combination of the hot bath, the smooth lmgs, stimulated from shaving and cool and soft from lotion, with the soft, soft nightgown, and now my pink toenails--oh, so feminine!--made me feel very good.
Mom finished and told me to relax while the polish dried. I laid back on the bed, kind of in a half-daze. I felt my maleness between my legs, my balls swollen and beginning to ache a little, and my stiffness, all surrounded by the softness of the nightgown. I found my hand w/vndering down there to massage it.
But then Mom suddenly came into the room and said, "Ah, ah. None of that." I pulled my hand away embarrassingly.
She had me stand up now and then had me take off my nightgown. I must have turned several shades of bed as I stood there, naked, except for the houseslippers, with this long, erect cock protruding from my crotch. Mom mumbled something like, "Silly things. They just get in the way."
What happened next seemed to occur in an altered state almost. Before I knew it, Mom was fastening a pink garter belt around my waste. She next had mE step into a fresh pair of pink panties, very soft and satiny. She pulled them up snug around my hips and }ade sure the garters dangled freely behind and through them.
Next, she put a bra on me. Another pink, lacy thing, that she wrapped around my chest and hooked at the back.
"Every girl has to have a bra," she said. She then put some kind of jelly-like inserts into the cups, which were about 36B. I felt the weight and jiggliness and thought, is this how it feels to be a female? If so, I liked it.
She then sat me on the bed and removed my slippers. She reached around behind me and brought up a flat box and opened. "Now you'll know what living is, what you've been missing." It was a pair of sheer suntan nylon stockings, with reinforced heel and toe.
I hardly remember what happened next, except it felt so lamn good. She gathered one up and helped put my right foot into it. Then she slowly pulled it up my cleanly shaved leg, over my knee and high up on my thigh. I've never felt anything like it. It was sheer pleasure, along with freedom and abandon. I can hardly describe it. When the stocking was on, she hooked the garters onto its soft top, then proceeded to help me put the other one on. I did help some this time , and it was wonderful.
But something else was occurring to, or was about to. My penis was stiff, stiff, stiff, and oozing. In my groin was a pressure. I felt a terrible itch in my shaft. I also felt a throbbing.
With the stockings in place, Mom had me stand up. She helped me into my slippers. God, they slid on so smoothly. My feet began to tickle me sexual|y. As I adjusted to that wonderful sensation, Mom then helped me put on a pink, satiny full slip. I reveled as it fell down by body, touching my skin and other satiny and nylon encased par|s of it. It almost felt like electric as it fell around my nylon-covered smooth legs.
At the same time, it felt like something was goosing me. I felt an intense itch in my groin. I must have buckled a littla.
Mom shook her head cnd had me lie back on the bed, with my beautiful legs draped over the edge. She then lifted my slip and pulled down my panties a bit.
"Right now, this is a distraction," she said matter-of- factly. Suddenly, she wrapped her hand around my penis and began to stroke it vigorously. She had lotion in her hand and rubbed it all over my engorged member.
I began to writhe. My toes began to curl in my slippers. I looked down to see my nylon encased legs and pretty pink toes sticking out of the sexy feminine slippers.
"Would you like to be a girl?" she asked as my explosion neared.
"Oh," I just moaned.
"This is just a taste, dear. Tell me, or I'll quit."
"God, yes," I screamed as I saw the tops on my nylons and the reinforced heels as my feet flopped around. But mostly it was the pink toesnails, covering my feminine nylon stockings...
I began to lose it. From somewhere, a towal flopped across my chest. I remember th`t much.
As for the rest? My penis simply exploded. Hot semen jetted from it, flying up over my head, then splashing me in the face, once, twice, then I don't know...I think I passed out.
I passed out good after the second orgasm. I awoke to finG{HMom dutifullq cleaning the semen from my belly and stomach area.
This is such nuisance," she protested. "I don't suppose there's much we can do about it right now. Maybe someday..." She trailed off, then sighed as she finished.
She then sat down and looked at me. I was still reclining, my dOwess still up, my now limp male member laying to one side, fully exposed and yet looking terribly silly. It seemed to be good for one thing and then it became almost useless.
"You'd find life a lot better without that," Mom said. "I cannot tell you the absolute joys of womanhood, my child. But I won't see you cheated any more than you already have been. What a girl--a woman--has down there is so much better. It's never in the way. It never has to be tended to so--well, so much, so frequently. And this is so messy like this and it's always distracting you. To have what I have--what you should've had had we BOTH not been cheated-- is superior!
"By now, you would've been a young woman," she moved her hand across my chest. "Up here, I'll bet youu would've been big, like me. So much better, so soft, iit is. I would've helped you buy your first bras, and helped you put them on.
"But we can still have fun. We're going to move soon, to another town, to start over. It's early summer. By fall, the transformation should be sufficient so no one will know.
"In the meantime, I'll introduce you to a world of delight beyond your wildest dreams, of softness, of pleasure--of POWER."
She got up now. "Pull down your dress and then get up and get out of it," she ordered. I did as I was told. "Take off your stockings and garter belt, too. I'll be back shortly."
With my dress and slip off, I slipped off the high heels, then sat on the bed and sl?;wly took off the sheer nylons. I hated taking them off, they felt so good. I unsnapped the garter belt.
By that time, she had returned, with some new treasures.
Mom then handed me a blue and white checked sundress, cotton and sleeveless, about knee length. "Put this on," she said. I did. It felt so cool, so comfortable. I adjusted it around my bra and bouncy "breasts."
Mom then gave me a wig, light brown with blondish sun streaks. It was sexy and nearly shoulder length. "In a few months," she said, "you won't need that."
I got a strange thrill in my groin from that.
Finally, she gave me some dainty, feminine, flat, strappy sandals. She clipped on some earings and I was ready to go.
I didn't have y
"With this dress and these sandals, you don't get much more comfortable or free."
I walked around gloriously comfortable all day. The only problem was a recurring bulge in my panties.
That evening, Mom bathed me in bath oil. She soaped me well, my penis and balls too. It grew very, very hard. She ignored it.
Mom then gave me a beautiful seafoam green chiffon nightgown and peignoir. She had me put on the wedge houseslippers again, the ones I'd worn that morning. "Now you'll know how to really sleep in comfort," she said.
Soon, she put me to bed. As she tucked me in, she said, "I know you've been miserable today. You can't help with that damn thing. It's not your fault, honey. So, I'll take care of it for you."
At that, she lifted my nightgown. Out came a bottle of lotion. She put some on my swollen penis and started to stroke it.
"Just think, darlkng, no more rough male clothes. Now it'll be slips and panties and nylons. Ooh, nylons. Slipping your pretty stockinod feet into sandals and high heels. Did you like those red high heels with the open toes?"
"Yes," I groaned.
"Wait till we go shopping together. I'll buy you a pair of high heel strappy sandals. Maybe some backless party slippers. Would you like a mini-skirt?"
"Oh, yes."
"A denim type. Not too short of course. Wear it with suntan nylons. Maybe white, comfortable flats. Or, if you're really good, I'll get you some wedge canvas open-toed slings. Wait till you slip your ctockinged feet into those!"
"Oh," I groaned. "Say it again."
"What darling?" She was stroking my prick more vigorously now. I felt the juice collecting in my groin.
"Nylons."
"Nylons. You can wear them all you want. With your legs shaved. You'll never have ugly hair on them again. Sheer nylons of course. Slipping into high heels. They'll really show off your legs in a mini-skirt and those wedgies."
I couldn't hold it any longer.
The semen erupted from my penis. I think it even surprised Mom. The first jet shot over my head, hitting the backboard of the bed. The second hid my face.
Suddenly, at that point, Iom pulled my stiff eruptIng rod back and threw her mouth over it and sucked. I thought I would die as she sucked and sucked it dry.
When she was done, she said, "I couldn't let that nasty stuff ruin your new nightgown."
I heard very little else as I drifted off into feminine dreamworld.