My Mother's black stocking tops, garter belt and perfect bottom were now on full display to me. I was too scared to move from behind her, so she turned round to face me and I immediately looked down at the floor so as not to be confronted by my Mother's tits. For my footwear I grabbed a pair of red spiked-heel stilettos from the bottom of Mum's wardrobe and put them on my feet. I was really turned on by now and began to rub my erection through Mum's skirt and panties. Now my underwear was sorted it was time for Mum's sexy clothes! She continued, "well Mummy's enjoying it too. I knew I was not gay, on the contrary I adored women, but I also knew that I just could not help myself from dressing in my mother's things.
Perhaps you would rather have a boyfriend? There I was parading around the room in Mum's high heels when a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. I was confronted by a wonderful site of many types and colours of female underwear. Now, get out out of those clothes and get ready for bed.
I was really turned on by now and began to rub my erection through Mum's skirt and panties. As soon as I caught sight of her pussy, any restraint was impossible and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life and I was aching to cum. The urges to wear her underwear and clothes. I really did want the earth to swallow me up. I suddenly felt really submissive and weak and just wanted to please my Mother so I dropped to my knees and tentatively held out the opened packet towards her.
I moved obediently to her double bed and climbed in, with the bulge in my panties still begging for relief. Please don't tell anyone about this Mum. She was 42 years old, slim, with long blonde hair and she was very pretty for her age. I don't want your disgusting cum all over my panties and nightgown. With trembling hands, I attached the stockings to the garter belt around my waist. Crystal's StorySite storysite. I could not believe what I was hearing.