'Caught' In Moms Bedroom

by Brenda Gova (Lisbon Maine, USA)

Introduction:

This is a true story, with some literary license taken, from my childhood (about 12-13 years old) when I first started cross-dressing. Additional chapters will address my experiences up to the age of 18 when I joined the Navy. I hope the reader enjoys this first chapter and those that follow. Chapters 12 thru …… are all fantasy. Please indulge the author and let me know what you think.

Thank you, Brenda Gova


Chapter 1: Mom’s Bedroom

It all started when my mother, Thelma, took a full time secretarial job at the local factory. Her working hours were from 7am till 5pm and with the drive home she wouldn’t be back till about 5:30 or 6 pm.

Now my school let the kids out at 2:30 which gave me plenty of time to get into trouble. Things were relatively ‘normal’ the first two weeks then on a rainy afternoon I got bored. I started to think about my mom’s ‘things’ and how nice they must feel when she put them on.

I then went into mom’s bedroom and opened her dresser. Opening her panty drawer I took one of her panties out and put it to my cheek. Oh it was so soft and smelled so good, so feminine, ohhhh.

It didn’t take long before I was out of my jeans and ‘buck’ naked in front of her panty drawer. Taking out a pretty pair of pink panties I slipped them on. Ohhhhh they felt so good, so silky smooth, I thought I was in heaven.

My little ‘ding dong’ was so happy being trapped in the silky material of her panty. I wore her pink panties all afternoon and I was having so much fun I lost all track of time. When I finally looked at the clock I almost panicked. It was 5:25 and mom would be home in a minute.

With sorrow I took her panties off and placed them carefully in the drawer. Then grabbing my jeans I ran to my room to get dressed. That’s when I heard the front door open and mom calling ‘Son, I’m home Honey’.

I had made it just in time. I had escaped a certain death, or at least a good spanking. Then I thought about the feel of mom’s panties on my bottom and I knew I would do it again (oh yes I would. If only I had known what the future would be).

‘I’m in my room mom’ I answered. She entered and we talked a bit, then she told me to get cleaned up for dinner. I did as I was told promptly without a word. My dad would be home soon and he wouldn’t put up with any ‘BS’ on my part.