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We had worked out a system where we alternated the chores. One night I would rinse plates and load the dishwasher and she would clean pots and pants, and then the next night we would switch. 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 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. Both of us frozen in sheer panic, just as mom and dad came flying into the kitchen. When dad saw the dishwasher door hanging by one hinge, his face turned crimson. On the rare times I saw him that way, there usually was a dose of the strap in someone’s near future and I feared it was going to be my sister and me getting it from him soon.
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. It all started when my mum insisted I needed maternity pants. We were in Mothercare, she was paying ... who was I to argue? 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) Mom did not offer much of a lecture. “You both know why you’re getting this. You both are too old to be fighting and carrying on over something like this – and so you know, I don’t approve at all of some of the language I heard.” And just as well because one glimpse of me wearing them and there'd be no more hugs from my partner! A sympathy hug perhaps, but definitely not a hug-that-might-lead-to something-more-hug.
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works two jobs to support us and occasionally takes something to help her sleep so she can be ready for work. When she The poorer we got, the longer Mom hunted. She made it her motherly duty to conceal our poverty, to feed into this fantasy of wealth. She was a hippie, sure. But this hippie had a hard limit. “Damn the man,” she’d say as she saged the house. But, like hell she’d ever send her three daughters to school looking trashy.
Before long, I gave birth to my first baby, which took my relationship with mum pants to the next level. These pants were in no way pretty; post-birth functional; white, mesh/waffly textured and HUMUNGOUS. 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.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! 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. One day, I was alone in the house. My parents had went to a party the night before and both of them were off to work that day. I had a holiday break after completing my school exam. I went into my parent’s bedroom to find if there was any mom’s clothes I could try on.
up (which I knew she wouldn't). He got a paper towel and ever so gently wiped his cum off her feet, leg, anddoes take a pill to help her sleep she has no idea that I worship her toes (and feet) while she's sleeping. I used I said I was really sorry and I didn’t know why I wanted to but I just felt like trying. I wasn’t a kid anymore and that made me feel more embarrassed. My mom then asked me how long I have been dressing up in her clothes and I lied saying it was my first time. The good thing was she wasn’t very angry and tried to be understanding. As soon as the zipper was down, I rushed to my room to take of the dress and pantyhose. My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits.
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