New Beginnings ( My Story)
Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:26 pm
My Mother Caught Me, Part one
I had been into my mother’s bureau drawers often to look for her satin lingerie and her kid gloves to wear to bed and pleasure myself, so she must have known about my “fetish” for a while. She never made any remarks about how her slips and nightgowns were folded and sometimes missing.
She was an excellent seamstress and dressmaker and had a wonderful clientele who wanted her to work on their wedding dresses and evening gowns and cocktail dresses. Sometimes she ask me wear a dress to model for her so she could hem it or fit it. I always pretended not to like it when she asked me to do this but I think we both knew deep inside that I really loved wearing all those luscious gowns especially satin wedding dresses. I always felt a thrill wearing the dresses and would love to see myself in the full length mirror.
This particular day she had gone out to deliver some dresses and said she would be gone for a couple of hours. Of course, as soon as she was out the door, I was in her bedroom looking for her a long light blue satin nightgown that she had recently bought. My search was rewarded when I found both the blue nightgown and a pair of long white opera kid leather gloves wrapped in tissue paper. Now, I had worn almost all of her shorter leather gloves. She had an assortment of wonderful glace unlined kid gloves from shorties up to just below the elbow. They were always my “object” of choice when I wanted to masturbate. It got so I could not masturbate without wearing the gloves or the satin.
I put on a pair of her panties and the blue satin nightgown. The satin nightgown felt delightful and sensual as it clung to my body. I loved the liquid look of it as I admired myself in her full length mirror on her wardrobe. Then I put on the gloves. I had never worn any glove that long before and at first I had to carefully work my fingers into the thin leather and gently tug them up my arms. I finally got them up my arms and they were just between the elbow and the shoulder. They felt heavenly. It took me quite some time to get the three little buttons at the wrist tied and when I did I had to examine myself again in the full length mirror in my mother’s sewing room, wearing my new nightgown and long white kid gloves. I also put on a pair patent leather pumps which we she would have me wear when I was “modeling” for her. It looked more like a formal evening gown.
I twirled around and went back into her bedroom, looking for makeup and lipstick. I applied some powder to my face and put on some lipstick, smacking my lips like I had seen her do. All this time, I had the biggest erection that I had ever had. I could feel my mother’s panties getting wet and thought that maybe I should be putting on my own before I came all over her new satin nightgown. I was so engrossed in my erection that I never heard the door open.
My mother walked up to her bedroom and stood in the doorway with her arms folded. She did not say a word. I think that we were both so stunned at the sight. She walked over and said she would help me remove those precious white kid gloves before I damaged them. She undid the buttons and gently tugged the folds of the white leather down my arms so she could pull on the figures and slowly pull the gloves off of my arms. Remembering it all now, it was just the most erotic thing that I had ever felt in my life. All the time she said not a word.
I went into my bedroom and turned on the TV. She followed me in and sat on my bed and said that first we had to get that lipstick off my face and have a serious talk. She said she was not upset or angry and that she had known about my little fetish for a long time. She also said that there was nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasure of beautiful things because she herself certainly did. “I only wish that you would leave my things alone. Tomorrow, I am taking you out shopping and get you your own kid gloves, and satin nightgowns, and slips and panties,” and with that she turned around and walked out and shut the door. She must have known that I was hiding a pair of her black kid gloves and that I would put them on as soon as she left so I could finish up what I had started. . . .she was right.
The very next day we went downtown to the largest department store in the city. I enjoyed that store because it had the most wonderful ladies glove department of any store in the city. There were gloves in any length or color that anyone would ever want. I always made it a point to check it out when we shopped there.
My mother walked up with me to glove counter and leaning over the counter addressed the saleslady in a voice loud enough so everyone can hear,” I need a pair of woman’s kid leather gloves for my son here so he can stop wearing mine. Do you think that you could help him?” One saleslady with a wide grin came over and said, “Oh I am sure we can do something,” She smiled at us and said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I have a nephew who loves wearing my gloves too,” and my mother walked away with the excuse of having to do other errands and left me alone with the glove saleslady.
She asked me if I had a preference and I told her that I loved black unlined kid leather, the longer the better. “Why you are a connoisseur of leather gloves, aren’t you?” She reached under the counter and brought out two pair of black kid gloves that almost reached the elbow. “Let’s move over to that space between the counters so you can try them on. It will be more private for you.” As we were walking to the “space” between the counters, she was putting on one of the pair of the kid gloves she had brought out. “I just wanted to show you to see if this is the length of the glove you liked”, she said. I blushed a little. The sight of her putting on those long black gloves was making me hard and she took notice of.
She said. “You have to be very careful when you are putting new kid gloves for the first time. The leather is very thin and can tear easily,” and with that she showed me how she slowly inserted each finger and worked the leather onto the finger just the way I had done with the white kid gloves, I thought. After she had put on her pair of gloves she had me put my elbow on the counter and began working the glove down my fingers and up my arms.
By this time, I had a full blown erection. She put the other glove on me and I could hardly breathe. She took my gloved hands in one of her gloved hands and slowly reached down in the opening between the counters and ran her gloved hand over my erection and looking me right in the eye, said. “Oh what have we here”. She rubbed my erection with her gloved hand very gently. She smiled as she saw the wet spot spreading on the front of my trousers. “I guess these are the gloves for you then,” as my mother returned to complete the transaction.
“Yes, I’m afraid I have a sissy boy here,” my mother said. “Now, I have to buy him his own satin slip and satin nightgown and panties. Can you believe that?” “Yes I can,” said the saleslady. “I think I know just how to train a” sissy boy” as she winked and smiled at me.
Next we went to the lingerie department. It was like being in heaven. This store had the best assortment of quality lingerie and had many beautiful satin nightgowns and satin slips on display. Keeping up with my black color scheme of my kid gloves I chose a full length black satin nightgown with spaghetti straps. My mother checked to make sure that it was polyester. She must have known that as careful as I was, I might have accidents which would require laundering. I found some spandex satin satins and some black tap panties as well.
On the way home I thanked my mother for all the wonderful purchases and told her that I would be pleased to model clothes for her anytime. I think she might have felt a little guilty for having created a little sissy boy by having me model all those dresses for her. I really think that she did not mind that I was “that way”. Now we could have fun shopping for our “things” together.
I think that I was near 15 at the time. I am also sure that she knew that I would eventually become a full 24/7 transvestite too.
To be continued
I had been into my mother’s bureau drawers often to look for her satin lingerie and her kid gloves to wear to bed and pleasure myself, so she must have known about my “fetish” for a while. She never made any remarks about how her slips and nightgowns were folded and sometimes missing.
She was an excellent seamstress and dressmaker and had a wonderful clientele who wanted her to work on their wedding dresses and evening gowns and cocktail dresses. Sometimes she ask me wear a dress to model for her so she could hem it or fit it. I always pretended not to like it when she asked me to do this but I think we both knew deep inside that I really loved wearing all those luscious gowns especially satin wedding dresses. I always felt a thrill wearing the dresses and would love to see myself in the full length mirror.
This particular day she had gone out to deliver some dresses and said she would be gone for a couple of hours. Of course, as soon as she was out the door, I was in her bedroom looking for her a long light blue satin nightgown that she had recently bought. My search was rewarded when I found both the blue nightgown and a pair of long white opera kid leather gloves wrapped in tissue paper. Now, I had worn almost all of her shorter leather gloves. She had an assortment of wonderful glace unlined kid gloves from shorties up to just below the elbow. They were always my “object” of choice when I wanted to masturbate. It got so I could not masturbate without wearing the gloves or the satin.
I put on a pair of her panties and the blue satin nightgown. The satin nightgown felt delightful and sensual as it clung to my body. I loved the liquid look of it as I admired myself in her full length mirror on her wardrobe. Then I put on the gloves. I had never worn any glove that long before and at first I had to carefully work my fingers into the thin leather and gently tug them up my arms. I finally got them up my arms and they were just between the elbow and the shoulder. They felt heavenly. It took me quite some time to get the three little buttons at the wrist tied and when I did I had to examine myself again in the full length mirror in my mother’s sewing room, wearing my new nightgown and long white kid gloves. I also put on a pair patent leather pumps which we she would have me wear when I was “modeling” for her. It looked more like a formal evening gown.
I twirled around and went back into her bedroom, looking for makeup and lipstick. I applied some powder to my face and put on some lipstick, smacking my lips like I had seen her do. All this time, I had the biggest erection that I had ever had. I could feel my mother’s panties getting wet and thought that maybe I should be putting on my own before I came all over her new satin nightgown. I was so engrossed in my erection that I never heard the door open.
My mother walked up to her bedroom and stood in the doorway with her arms folded. She did not say a word. I think that we were both so stunned at the sight. She walked over and said she would help me remove those precious white kid gloves before I damaged them. She undid the buttons and gently tugged the folds of the white leather down my arms so she could pull on the figures and slowly pull the gloves off of my arms. Remembering it all now, it was just the most erotic thing that I had ever felt in my life. All the time she said not a word.
I went into my bedroom and turned on the TV. She followed me in and sat on my bed and said that first we had to get that lipstick off my face and have a serious talk. She said she was not upset or angry and that she had known about my little fetish for a long time. She also said that there was nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasure of beautiful things because she herself certainly did. “I only wish that you would leave my things alone. Tomorrow, I am taking you out shopping and get you your own kid gloves, and satin nightgowns, and slips and panties,” and with that she turned around and walked out and shut the door. She must have known that I was hiding a pair of her black kid gloves and that I would put them on as soon as she left so I could finish up what I had started. . . .she was right.
The very next day we went downtown to the largest department store in the city. I enjoyed that store because it had the most wonderful ladies glove department of any store in the city. There were gloves in any length or color that anyone would ever want. I always made it a point to check it out when we shopped there.
My mother walked up with me to glove counter and leaning over the counter addressed the saleslady in a voice loud enough so everyone can hear,” I need a pair of woman’s kid leather gloves for my son here so he can stop wearing mine. Do you think that you could help him?” One saleslady with a wide grin came over and said, “Oh I am sure we can do something,” She smiled at us and said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I have a nephew who loves wearing my gloves too,” and my mother walked away with the excuse of having to do other errands and left me alone with the glove saleslady.
She asked me if I had a preference and I told her that I loved black unlined kid leather, the longer the better. “Why you are a connoisseur of leather gloves, aren’t you?” She reached under the counter and brought out two pair of black kid gloves that almost reached the elbow. “Let’s move over to that space between the counters so you can try them on. It will be more private for you.” As we were walking to the “space” between the counters, she was putting on one of the pair of the kid gloves she had brought out. “I just wanted to show you to see if this is the length of the glove you liked”, she said. I blushed a little. The sight of her putting on those long black gloves was making me hard and she took notice of.
She said. “You have to be very careful when you are putting new kid gloves for the first time. The leather is very thin and can tear easily,” and with that she showed me how she slowly inserted each finger and worked the leather onto the finger just the way I had done with the white kid gloves, I thought. After she had put on her pair of gloves she had me put my elbow on the counter and began working the glove down my fingers and up my arms.
By this time, I had a full blown erection. She put the other glove on me and I could hardly breathe. She took my gloved hands in one of her gloved hands and slowly reached down in the opening between the counters and ran her gloved hand over my erection and looking me right in the eye, said. “Oh what have we here”. She rubbed my erection with her gloved hand very gently. She smiled as she saw the wet spot spreading on the front of my trousers. “I guess these are the gloves for you then,” as my mother returned to complete the transaction.
“Yes, I’m afraid I have a sissy boy here,” my mother said. “Now, I have to buy him his own satin slip and satin nightgown and panties. Can you believe that?” “Yes I can,” said the saleslady. “I think I know just how to train a” sissy boy” as she winked and smiled at me.
Next we went to the lingerie department. It was like being in heaven. This store had the best assortment of quality lingerie and had many beautiful satin nightgowns and satin slips on display. Keeping up with my black color scheme of my kid gloves I chose a full length black satin nightgown with spaghetti straps. My mother checked to make sure that it was polyester. She must have known that as careful as I was, I might have accidents which would require laundering. I found some spandex satin satins and some black tap panties as well.
On the way home I thanked my mother for all the wonderful purchases and told her that I would be pleased to model clothes for her anytime. I think she might have felt a little guilty for having created a little sissy boy by having me model all those dresses for her. I really think that she did not mind that I was “that way”. Now we could have fun shopping for our “things” together.
I think that I was near 15 at the time. I am also sure that she knew that I would eventually become a full 24/7 transvestite too.
To be continued