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Mom was a big believer in household chores as a way to build responsibility and have us contribute to the household. Cleaning up the kitchen after dinner had been one of my assignments since I was 12. My sister was added to that rotation when she reached 12 and for the better part of the year, we had been sharing the duties. They went all the way past my belly button, giving my bump a much needed hug, were generously cut to spread over my ever-expanding derriere, without so much of a sniff of a wedgie. They made me feel safe and loved and warm. I was around 5ft 8in at the time, and had long legs and a firm round butt that years of competitive swimming helped tone. Cara was about 5ft 5in, but still coltish and not as developed physically as I was, and her rear end was still more flat than shapely. up (which I knew she wouldn't). He got a paper towel and ever so gently wiped his cum off her feet, leg, and I used to have this habit too but it was both new and old underwear and I know that she likes to sniff her new one because wearing them.
her pussy leaving a big stream that had to be cleaned up. I told him to get something to clean it off in case she woke under her big toe. He got hard real fast so he must be into feet. At first he was a little nervous not knowing what to While my brothers found themselves in trouble together more frequently (usually with dad), I recall only a handful of times that sis and I were involved in the same incident and were disciplined together.
The dress that my mom wore the night before was lying on the bed. It immediately caught my eyes. It was a burgundy bodycon dress with a cut on the front side. I also found her bra, pantyhose and heels lying in one corner of the room. It was already making me tingle with excitement just thinking about putting them on . I was summoned to the vanity bench and I shuffled over with pants and undies bunched around my knees. I bent over and gripped each side of the vanity, putting my butt out at a 90-degree angle. The vanity had a large oval mirror attached to it, and it was incredibly embarrassing to look up and see yourself exposed and Mom standing behind you ready to strap your bare bum. The last incident I remember was shortly after I turned 15 and she was 13 – and as it usually did, the trouble began with a petty argument that escalated into a major conflict.
I grew up the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years younger. Though my parents were 1960s liberal types, they were anything but when it came to raising kids, and both were firm believers in the effectiveness of a warm bottom in maintaining discipline. Then, I got the pantyhose. I had never worn them before but always wanted to wear one. This was my best chance. So, slowly I put them on. I struggled to get it on because the alignment always got wrong. With quite a bit of effort, I finally got the pantyhose on. It was an intense feeling that I had never experienced before. I completely fell in love with how it felt on my legs. Lastly, I put on my mom’s heels and my feet could fit in them. It felt amazing. Then one day I notice she doesn't lay them out where she normally lay them. I think she must've figured it out what I was doing. She always walks in pj and not wear any bra.Then kids come along and so begins our love affair with those big tummy-hugging pants we swore we'd never go near. But, as mum-of-three, Sue reveals, it's not an easy affair to end! Much rarer was more than one of us getting spanked at the same time. The age gap between us was enough that we had our own circle of friends and didn’t really hang around together enough to get into trouble together. Whenever I do my laundry, I fold my clothes straight out of thedryerto avoid wrinkling and if I wait I probably wont fold them so it's just convenient. Sometimes I'm busy and I don't put themaway right away. For the past 6 or so months I've noticed that when I go to put them away some of my underwear are missing but I thought nothing of it (maybe I didn't wash them? Maybe dryer ate them? Maybe in hubbies nightstand? lol) until a month ago I washed almost all of my underwear at the same time and out of about 15-20 pairs only 3 of them were there. I was forced to go buy new underwear when I had just bought brand new ones. Well my mom in law is cleaning out my nephews' room(me and DH live with his parents and 3 nephews, oldest, david, is 12)
does take a pill to help her sleep she has no idea that I worship her toes (and feet) while she's sleeping. I used One night John takes his girlfriend home. Whilst they are kissing each other goodnight at the front door they both start to feel really aroused. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall, works two jobs to support us and occasionally takes something to help her sleep so she can be ready for work. When she She would the always bends for wherever I sit or stand just so I can see her **. I told my wife this and she just tells me not to look. She asked me if I've seen her mom breast and I said yes quit a few times. I returned the clothes to my mom and she said if I wanted to talk about it. I said I was sorry and just wanted to know how it felt to wear a dress. She agreed to not tell dad and after that moment I made sure to never get caught like that. My mom didn’t asked me about it again and I think I feel more comfortable like that.
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By the way, I understand your point of view about showing respect for his mom. He did show some restraint by not cumming on her feet himself. But remember I started crossdressing at a young age. A movie I saw once about a boy who was dressed as a girl by his mother got me very curious about dressing up. One time, I secretly got dressed in one of my mother’s dress when I was 12 years old. I simply loved the sensation and my desire to feel & look feminine grew with time. to feel guilty about it but I don't any longer. I know that sounds strange for me to say about my Mom but my best Mom told us: “I don’t like the foul language I’ve been hearing from both of you and this will be a reminder.” These pants were in no way pretty; post-birth functional; white, mesh/waffly textured and HUMUNGOUS.
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