Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 19:10:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: tastelikesalt@bolt.com
Subject: step mothers son

Ever since I was a young boy I knew that I was
different, don't get me wrong, I was never camp, or
queer. I was a soccer player, and until I hurt my knee
I was reckoned to be going some were, my proudest
moment of my junior life was that I represented my
country at under 14s level. But there was always
something. You know in the back of my mind, that made
me think that I was more than I was supposed to be. I
liked looking at girls not only because I found them
sexually attractive but also I always thought that they
were really lucky to be wearing such nice cloths, and
shoes, and pretty things.

I supposed it extended back to my days as a toddler my
mum and dad separated when I was three and my dad
remarried when I was 4. I always got on with my step
mum; she was really good to me buying me nice things.
My dad was quite involved in local politics and this
would mean that he would be away for long times usually
when I was over to see him (they lived quite a distance
away but I went down every weekend to see them). I
remember that my step mum always said that she wanted a
daughter and one time I went over to spend the weekend
and my dad was away in Germany for the week and when I
arrived my step mum dressed me in a dress with shoes
and panty hose. My mum always liked my hair (blonde and
curly) long, my step mum put it into tails, and we went
shopping. Don't get me wrong I was 5 at the time and
she never touched me in a sexual way just dressed me as
the daughter she never had. This contained for a few
years until at long last she had her very own
daughters. Then it stopped.

When I was 16 I had just rediscovered the whole c.d.
thing and was messing around trying to look feminine.
My dad and step mum were having a few problems and they
decided to head away for a week or two to sort things
out between them.
 I was asked to stay at their house while they were
away, to baby-sit my half sisters and to look after the
place. One night my sisters were going to stay at my
grandmothers so I felt that I had a chance to dress up
in full fem. cloths.
The second they left I bathed and shaved, then I went
into my stepmothers room and raided her closet I found
a pretty summer dress quite clingy I pulled it on and
then I put on a pair of her strapy cork sandals, I
still had long hair I put it into plats in pig tails.
She never had her ears perched so she had clip on
earrings so I put a pair of golden rings on my ears and
matched it with a necklace and an anklet. Then I raided
the panty drawer and there was a varitable bounty of
sexy under things, (my step mum is a very beautiful
woman then in her early thirties). So I put on a pair
of ivory French knickers, and stood in the mirror. My
cock straining, I just had to jack it off there and
then. I cleaned the mess and went down stairs to watch
some TV. After some time I fell asleep, I was in no
great danger I had the doors locked and I wasn't
expecting any one.
Famous last words. I was awoken buy the door slamming
closed and infront of me stood my step mums very drunk
younger sister and her husband also very drunk. For a
while they teased me for being dressed Denise was the
worse she really torn into to me about being a fag. But
she went to the bath room and David her husband started
soothing me as I was crying at being caught she came
back and I decided to go to bed I sat on the edge of my
bed when David entered my room. He sat beside me
telling me that things would be ok and that if I was
lucky I might get some that night I didn't know what he
meant until he ran his hand up my leg until it reached
my inner thigh I recoiled away slapping his hand and he
said that my dad would never know if I gave him what he
wanted.
Over a few minutes he talked me into getting onto my
knees and sucking him off. He pulled out his long thin
uncut cock (it was longer than mine), I began stroking
it, and noticed how easy it was to get it hard in my
hand, I saw a drip of precum leaving his japs eye and I
dropped and licked it, then I simply engulfed it the
way I had seen the girls in porn movies do I slowly
pulled back up the length and licked the underside
pulling back the foreskin and dipping my tongue into
his eye. Then I started bobbing up and down his cock he
grabbed my head and forced me further down his manhood.
I felt his ball bag twitch and then he let lose a small
amount of cum, only one shot, I was a little
disappointed, he got up and said that I was a good
girl. He wiped his dick on my shoulder and left.
I sat in bewilderment at what had just happened ten
minutes later I heard Denise come up to my room by the
time she sat on the bed she had thrown her underwear at
me and said I want the same treatment, she lay down, on
my bed and spread he legs so I went down on her
flicking her clit with my tongue then I felt movement
behind me and then I looked round as David ripped off
my panties and stuck the tip of a bottle of moisturiser
into my ASE. He squeezed it and I felt the clod goo,
slip into me within a second he had positioned himself
behind me and was easing his cock into me. Inch by inch
he entered. Then he rammed home with a lot of force. I
screamed, in pain and pleasure all at the same time,
she had moved and was turned round and was aiming her
arse at my dick she spread her checks. David had to
pull out of me to let me get into her brown pussy; she
let out a gasp as I slipped into her hole. Then I felt
him behind me again, he put his rock hard cock into me
and we all started to fuck in time I came a lot sooner
than David and I came a lot more she put her finger
into her ASE and pulled it out covered in her juices
and my cum and put It into my mouth then she repeated
the process, only this time in David's mouth then I
felt his first jet hit my insides he thrust harder now
pounding the last of his seed home. We fucked and
sucked long past the sun coming up. And we sometimes
still meet up Denise her husband and his special girl
Steph.

But years later I still remember back to those days, I
still haven't come out to very many people indeed only
an ex girlfriend knows the truth, it was a lot of fun
dressing with her, her coming home from work with some
new things for us both to wear she loved me to dress up
in sexy black dresses, but that another story.