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Mother Accepts Cross Dressing Son As Daughter And Incest Saga Part I
Mother Accepts Cross Dressing Son As Daughter And Incest Saga Part I
This is Part II of “Mother Accepts Cross Dressing Son As Daughter And Incest Saga Part I”. If you have not read the previous parts please read them too. Now back to the story, as I started feeling her dresses and started loving the feel I got more interested in knowing how she ties saree and how she dresses up. For this I have went up to an extent of peeking while she dresses up and at time I pretend like I am sick and bunk school and pretend like sleeping and watch her dressing up. It was total fun for me as I learnt dressing up. I use to wrap around my dick with mom’s dresses and jerk off at times. Both these excited me and I started spending more time with mom and my golden days amid femme scent was back. Innocently few times I asked mom as to how she ties saree very pretty and she use to smile and kiss me in the forehead and will say “If you are a girl by now I would have taught you”. These words excited me so much. The next weekend mom and dad went to attend a puberty function and with a few months of watching mom dress up I decided to dress up myself in her dresses. I was not sure if it would fit me, still I went for it.
I still remember the date. July, 8 2000. After a long time I dressed up myself. I took a white bra of mom (36D which I came to know later). Wore it but had difficulty hooking it up. Somehow managed to hook it up and then padded it with my vest. It was a bit loose. Then I wore a violet blouse being the first time I had some difficulties fitting up the bra cup in the blouse cup. Then I took a violet petticoat and wore it around my waist, and then I started wearing a violet saree with floral designs in it. I was finding it very difficult to tie it. Somehow managed to tie it somewhat and I was in cloud nine. I was feeling really femme and was not able to control my excitement. My dick has grown up inside my under wear. I roamed inside the home like that for a while. I used mom’s bindhi, her bangles as well. I applied some make up with talcum powder and applied lip stick as well. I was completely feeling femme. Only a CD can understand the feel behind the lines above. After sometime I removed the saree and the petticoat as my dick needed attention. I slowly jerked it as I was so horny and hard my dick ejaculated a white fluid. I was totally shocked seeing it as I had never seen something like that during the times I jerked off. I thought it’s just because I started dressing up I got something like that. I was so afraid totally. Then after few days I came to know its just normal and its nothing but my own sperms.
After this event I started peeking more and learnt more and tried different sarees of mom and different accessories. I was more interested in dressing up that I bunked school at least twice or thrice a month. I started growing up hair and mom asked me why is I growing up hair and I said some excuses and continued with the long hair. It was up to my shoulders.
Then came the golden period of my cross dressing. My cousin came for staying at home for her studies. She joined in a college in my place. She was 6 years elder to me and she was 20 when she came home. She had stayed in my home for 3 years. It is because of her I got the opportunity to wear Salwars, Half Sarees, modern dresses and most importantly bra and panties of my size. By this time my interest towards used dresses increased more and I started wearing dresses of mom and cousin which they already wore. By then mom’s bra size became 38D and cousin’s bra was 34C. I started sniffing their used bras and panties. I loved their smell in their dresses. Occasionally I tried my hands on my cousin’s body. Especially on those days while I was not able to sleep with mom. To my lusty mind nothing seemed wrong as I enjoyed the softness in their bodies. After all I was alone as a guy in the home and with 2 lovely ladies n lovely shape with me. Being surrounded by 2 ladies the girl in me was also alive. They both used to braid their hair nicely and keep flowers and go to office and college and once back in home they will keep fresh flowers in the evening. The smell of flowers especially the smell of jasmine flower turned me on to such an extent that at night I will definitely end up smelling their hair with flowers. I will sleep in middle of mom and cousin so I always had the easy access of both of their hairs with flowers. My cousin will always ask me suggestion for her dress designs and style of stitching. I will help her find the perfect style that matches her by keeping me on mind. Her blouses will be with deep back as per my suggestion. For 3 years I enjoyed cross dressing to the core and smelling their inner wears and also loved wearing their used dresses which had their smell in it. She was in her last year of her college and she moved away from my home on 2005.
I also completed my school and I was 19 years old that time. By this time my father moved to different state and his visit to home was reduced once in a month because of his heavy work burden. My brother started working in Bangalore. Our family has financially become an upper middle class family. Also we moved to a bigger own house and I got a separate room and started sleeping alone and started missing mom at nights. As my exams were over I got a long leave as usually colleges will start only mid August every year. I got a good score in 12th standard and during those leave days I was completely dressed from morning to evening. As it was vacation time I did not bother to cut my hair also as it grew well. I took the responsibility of buying flower to mom everyday and I secretly bought some for me as well. I was very happy as whenever I wore bra my hair almost touched the bra straps at the back. By seeing mom I learnt how to put a braid and will put when I am alone at home and will put flower in my hair. But one thing worried me is that I got hair growth on my chest which I did not like much. But as I was a closet dresser I couldn’t do much about it. But I enjoyed dressing as much as possible as I was worried as I might have to join in hostel for college.
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