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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

Date: 7/7/2017, Categories: Shemales, Taboo, Author: BeeJay69, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

and her face changed again. "And the shoes?" I shrugged again. "They're ... sexy. You know. They excited me." She only nodded. Looking at the back of her hands on her knees, she only thought for a long time. I couldn't stand the tension any more and broke it himself. "Why don't you wear any of those things anymore?" She looked at me with real sadness in her eyes. "You looked at everything? I've got no secrets?" I nodded but could tell the crisis was past. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. "What did you feel, Dix? Did you like the feel of touching the panties and wearing the shoes?" "Yeah. Yeah, mom. I did." "I'll tell you what," she said then. She took a deep breath. "Would you like to see me wear some of those things?" My eyes brightened. "Yeah! Really!" She nodded, looking me in the eyes. "I'll put something on then. But I want something in return." I only looked at her. Wondering what she wanted. "I want to see you in something as well." I couldn't believe the excitement I felt. "Really?" I moaned. "You mean ..." "Yeah, I want to see you in something of mine." "But ... mom?" "Yeah?" "Does wanting to do that make me a fag?" "I've read about this, Dix. No, it doesn't make you a fag. It's something entirely different. It's called cross dressing and unless you take it too far, it's nothing like homosexuality." "I really want to, mom." "Okay. Then let's do it." She stood up and turned toward her dresser. "Do you want to choose or do you want me to?" "Ah. I don't know. ... Maybe I could choose some stuff for you and, if you want to, you choose something for me. Okay?" "Deal." She smiled and took the other step to her dresser. First she pulled open one drawer, pulling material out, then to another and a third. "Hmmm. Let's see," she mumbled happily to herself as she went through the silky material. She dropped a pile on the bed as she passed it and went to the closet. Grinning, she looked over her shoulder at me and took something out of the left side of her closet. "Okay," she finally declared as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to the clothes she'd chosen. Grinning and feeling the wild excitement in my stomach, I walked to the dresser then and opened the panty drawer. I swirled the thin material around with my hand until I felt and saw the perfect looking pair of panties and then repeated the actions with the bras. Closing the drawer, I moved on to the stockings. I pulled out a pair of black, sheer stockings and a lacy black garter belt. Dropping them on the bed next to my mother, I went to the closet and quickly picked out one of the dresses I'd been looking at before. Before I turned, I picked up the same pair of high heels I'd been wearing. When I sat down on the bed next to my mom, she stood, turned, and picked up the pile of underthings, the shoes, and the dress. "I'll change in the bathroom. You do it here and take your time." I noticed that she kind of wagged her bottom as she turned and walked from the room. She was smiling and I ...