Hi Guys! This is a long story and the story will be in several parts. This is part I of this Incest saga. This is a story of a guy who loves cross dressing and his mother accepts him as a daughter. Read the story to find out how he ends up fucking his mother. It was an Indian summer day in 1988; my mom was 29 years of age and I was born as a boy. But from my mom I have heard that the first thing she did after seeing was crying. It’s not because of the pain, it’s because I was born as a boy. I am the second son to my mom, but mom expected to deliver a girl. She was always fond of a girl baby and wanted a girl baby very badly, but unfortunately I was born. As nothing can be changed, mom slowly made up her mind and convinced herself. But she was never harsh to me till date as I was not the one expected while delivery.
As I grew up mom fulfilled her wishes of having a girl baby by dressing up me as a girl. I was grown long hair and was almost and always in a frock or a midi and top. The childhood photos of me never had a picture of me dressed as a boy. This all continued till I was 3. My mom was a very loving mom and she had taken a great care of me all the time and even me helped her all the while I had helped her in house chores and other works too. She also treated me as a girl (in helping her).
I always think this is how I got the interest in cross-dressing, because the things that happen when you are a child will make a deep influence when you grow up. Even though my mom stopped dressing me up somewhere deep in my mind it’s stored that I was a girl and I am a girl. Few times I had requested mom to put flowers in my hair to which she never refused and did happily and in the residential locality I was in a situation to be with more girl kids at that time as most of the boys were so senior to me, even my brother who was 9 years elder to me and only the girl of my age who was staying in the house opposite to me and her 3 elder sisters are the ones who I have always been with. My childhood was so colourful with a group of girls around me and I grew up amid the scent of flowers, sounds of bangles, scent of talcum powders, lipsticks, ear rings, necklaces, beads, etc., totally a girly world. My dad was a government servant and mom was also working. Almost every weekend they had a reason to travel. The reasons were right from relative’s weddings to sort out problems between relatives and so many other needs. Being in a middle class family they felt it’s pretty costly to take us (brother and me) together with them. So always we were left alone at home. My brother will go out to play with his friends and I end up being with my girl buddies.
They never felt odd having me between them. They will always treat me as a kid and be so kind to me. They will feed me food, make me sleep with them. Sometimes even change dresses in front of me. Being a 6 year old kid I never felt odd too. I use to help them in their house hold activities. I help them arrange their shelves with their dresses and cleaning home and even sometimes helped them hooking their bras and this all continued to go and in the middle my brother went to a hostel for his studies, the behaviour of the sisters too changed a little that they stopped changing dress in front of me. One among them got married and moved away. But most of the days I continued being with them and sleep with them and spend time with them once my school time was over. This all happened until I was 11. I really enjoyed being in that girly world. I use to be slim and fair and as I have never done any hard or tough works my hands and foot were very soft and always resembled the parts of a girl. In the subsequent years the other sisters got married too and I was left alone.
I was 13 then and started feeling lonely and started missing them and was missing the femme ambience around me. Also dad got transferred to a different city and will visit us only on weekends and my brother was in hostel. I was in a lonely world. My thoughts were all still around their dresses and other things. Slowly I got exploring mom’s wardrobe. I found various things like bras, panties (all in white colour made of cotton fabric with floral design in the pubic area), in skirts, sarees, nighties and so on. I was feeling jealous looking at her wardrobe as being a guy I had only shirts and pants in my wardrobe. I loved each of her dresses. The girl in my mind slowly took over the guy in my mind. I started to feel her dresses. From the dresses in the wardrobe to the dresses in the laundry bins and the bathroom (mostly only her inner wears were in the bathroom). Every time when I felt her dresses I felt my dick was getting stiff. I was enjoying the feel of the fabric.
I think it’s time to tell you about my mom. My mom was 42 by then and as a working woman she always dressed up pretty and decently and traditionally with flowers in her hair. Her hair will be thick and long and almost till her ass and at home she won’t care much about her dresses as only mom and I will be at home. Mostly she will be only her nighty and bra with her hair pinned as a bun. The best part in her body was her ass and milky white hip. Mommy will leave to office as early as 7.30 and she will drop me in the school on the way. She will be very busy in the morning as she has to cook food and make me ready. Everyday mom will bath me first and then she will bath and get ready to office. During this she will have her petticoat tied around her chest and I always had a good glimpse of her body, but never had any wrong intention. I use to help mom to straighten up her saree fleets, powder her back every morning. As she will bath me I will change to my school uniform and be ready before she comes out from bath. I will move out of the room after I powder her back and help her hook her bra to let her dress up. Once she is ready we will eat and will start from home.
Part II will be published soon! Keep checking out FSI. Now you can share your sex experiences with us too! Submissions are now open! Submit your sex story today!