Date: Wed, 29 Feb 2012 17:01:34 -0500 (EST)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Hubby CD   (gay./ Transvestite, oral, b/M)

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                              hubby CD
                                 By
                                Wolf

	When I was only six-years-old my mother caught me with a pair
of her panties on and trying to put on one of her bras.  I tried to hide
myself behind my hands and rushed into the bathroom and locked the
door.  Mom had to coax me out of the bathroom by telling me that she
was not upset with me, and she would help me dress up.  She helped me
adjust the bra and clasped it in back for me.  Afterwards she ordered me
to spend the rest of the day in just her lingerie.

	Whenever I misbehaved Mom would punish me by making me
dress up like a girl.  When I was bad she called me Debbie, but when I
was good she called me Marianna.  When she dressed me up as a girl she
insisted that I play with a neighbor's daughter as a girl, as a form of
punishment.  We would play with her Barbie Dolls for hours.  As
humiliating as it was, I secretly enjoyed dressing up as a girl.  Mother
made me do this under threats to tell my father.

	She loved to take me shopping with panties and bras on under my
clothes.  She would buy girls clothes for me so tight that I would out
grow them in just a few weeks.  She would tease me that I should have
tits.  To bring the point home she would pinch my nipples and pull on
them.  I don't know if it was because of her treatment or just me being so
fat, that by the time I was twelve I actually had flabby breasts resting on
my belly.

	I grew up in Lamar, Colorado, but my parents were from the
south.  Mom was one of those women that live to cook.  Her name was
Lillian.  The first thing she started with was the holy trinity of southern
cook, celery, carrots and onions.  She sweated them as a start for every
dish.  She could take the toughest cut of meat and cook it slowly for
hours turning it into a mouth watering meal that could be cut with the
edge of fork, as a result my mother, father and myself were plump
people.

	When I started school I was picked on by cruel classmates, which
just increased my reliance on comfort food increasing my size.  I spent a
lot of time at home by myself.  While my parents were not home I
amused myself eating and rummaging through my mother's dresser
drawers, because I actually enjoyed wearing my mother's lingerie.  I
loved the feel and the small of her perfume and body odor.

	Then my father, named Joe, was offered an opportunity for a
promotion and a leadership position in Orange County, California, while
I was about to enter high school.  The move west was sweetened by the
fact that we would be moving into a nice new two story house that
included several orange and lemon trees in the back yard.  When I
checked out my second story bedroom, I found that the air was very
fragrant with the aroma of citrus and honey suckle when my bedroom
window was open.  It was a change to find out that winter clothing was
unnecessary anymore.

	I went through those apprehensive feelings about the move to an
unknown situation.  I knew I would face the rejection because of my size
and didn't look forward to it.  Because of my size I chose to be a
member of the high school band, rather than take the physical education
class.  I knew what to expect if I had to strip and shower for a PE class.
I could handle the tri drum set pretty well.  As usual I was subjected to
the cruel remarks from my classmates.  I had a hard time developing trust
or friendships with any classmates or neighbors my age, so I chose to
spend time alone walking around the local city park by myself.

	One late summer evening I was approached by a man that had
been jogging around the park.  He stopped to talk to me.  I figured that
he was about thirty or thirty-five years old.  He was a tall man and
looked like he was in good shape.  After just a few munities discussion
he had relieved my apprehension, and told me that his name was James.
I could tell he didn't mind my size at all.  I found him to be a very
personable guy and I trusted him.

	When he suggested that I might like to stop by his place for a
coke I accepted.  He lived just a short distance from the park.  While we
were drinking our cokes he told me how much he enjoyed the company
of young men like me.  The conversation eventually got around to my
sexual outlets.  I told him the truth about how everyone I knew about my
age treated me.

	He was very sympatric about my feelings and put his arm around
my shoulders.  He was very comforting.  He assured me that he really
liked chubby boys like me.  To prove his point he cupped one of my
breasts and squeezed it gently.  No one had ever showed that kind of
interest in me before.  When he asked me what I did to relieve my sexual
urges, I was almost ready to cry.

	I found myself telling him about how much I enjoyed putting on
my mother's lingerie.  He found that very interesting and wanted me to
tell him all about it.  I told him that my mother and I were about the
same size.  I had found her underwear when I was younger, and I loved
the feel of her satiny panties on my body.  Now I love to put on her
nylons, garter belt, panties and even her bras.  When I do that I get a
hard-on and rub myself until I cum in her panties.  I have to hide them
until I can rinse them out before putting them in the dirty clothes hamper.

	James was very interested in my story and didn't disapprove of
my fetish at all.  I mentioned that he might have some lingerie around
that might fit me.  (I was unaware that he was a chubby chaser or what
that was.)  He went into his bedroom and returned with a few items of
female clothing.  He encouraged me to change clothes in front of him.  I
would have normally too embarrassed to take off my clothes in front of
anyone, let alone a stranger, but the sight of the sexy lingerie turned me
on.

	I agreed to do it.  I took off my clothes, but tried to hide my little
cock and balls from his sight.  I got a boner putting on the black fishnet
stockings.  The garter belt was a tight fit.  I fastened the garter straps to
the top of the nylons before putting on the very thin silky black panties.
They were stretched very tightly over my big ass.  They held my cock
and balls tightly against my body.  It was hard to tell that I had a male
package under them.  Then I put on the sexy bra.  I was amazed to see
the way the bra lifted my man breasts.  The bra actually made my breasts
look even bigger than they were.  The black high heels fit painfully
tightly.

	James encouraged me to walk around and check myself out in the
full length mirror in his bedroom.  He didn't follow me, so I did check
myself out in his mirror.  Just realizing how much I looked like my
mother gave me a boner that made the panties stick straight out in front
of me.  I was even embarrassed to return to the front room.

	James was full of complements about how nice I looked.  He told
me that I was welcome to come to his house anytime I wanted to get
dressed up.  He even promised to buy more clothes for me.  He didn't
make an overt sexual move on me at all that day.  I regretted having to
change back into street clothes to go home.

	The next time I made my pilgrimage to his house, he kissed me on
the cheek in greeting.  True to his work he had bought more clothes for
me.  They were tight fitting though.  He even had bought a skirt and
blouse.  Except for my short hair I looked so much like the pictures of
my mother when she was a teenager.  This time when I paraded in front
of James he couldn't resist pulling me down on his lap and kissing me on
the mouth like I was a girl, while he felt me up.  I can't tell you how
much it excited me to have him play with my breasts.  When he slipped
his hand under my skirt and squeezed my thick thigh, I had a boner I
could believe.  It was longer than it had ever been before.  The minuet his
fingers touched my cock I squirted cum right through the material of the
panties.

	James wiped the cum up and tasted it.  He was so pleased with
me that kissed me very passionately.  My heart was pounding like a
jackhammer.  At that point I would have done anything he wanted.  All
he asked me to do was jack him off.  His cock was not much longer than
mine but it was thicker.  I jacked him off until he pumped cum all over
my hand.  I smelled my hand before tasting it.  I licked my hand clean as
a result of my likening the taste.  Every visit became even more exciting.
I would dress up and we would kiss like lovers while he felt me up.  I
was soon sucking his cock until he would cum in my mouth.  I was
putting on lipstick and such by that time.  I would visit him sometimes all
day on weekends, and suck him off several times while dressed up like a
girl.  He would hold my head down as he drained his ball of an
unbelievable amount of cum.  I would have been hard pressed to decide
which I enjoyed more, sucking his cock or dressing up like a girl.

	He loved making me do a variety of things I would have never
thought of.  He would have me put on a bikini that was very small.  I
swear I looked like those fat women on the beach stuffed into a bikini
that would have been tight on a girl that was size 8.  He would have me
lie on his balcony so that I would get a tan that left the tan lines of the
small bikini.  I had those little triangles on my breasts and my pubic area.
There was that little triangle on the small of my back where the high-rise
thing creped up the crack of my ass.  After that I had to be very careful
to hide my tan lines at home or school.  I loved to have me suck him off
while wearing the bikini because it reminds him of going to the beach.  I
really respond because my mouth is full of cock.

	I just had to bring him home to meet my parents, because I was
spending so much time with him.  I didn't know if they found it strange
that a mature man befriended a young teenager or not.  They welcomed
him into our home though.  Mom always invited to dinner with us.  He
couldn't refuse, because he did love her cooking.

	One time when he was there he wanted to see me in my mother's
lingerie.  They were outdoors, so he had me get some of her underwear
and followed me upstairs to my bedroom.  He had me take off my
clothes and put on her nylons and panties.  Then he had me lay face
down across my desk facing my backyard window.  He spanked my ass
until my butt was red, then he made me beg him to fuck my ass.  I
pleased with him to fuck my boy pussy.  He pulled her panties aside and
spit on my asshole.  I knew what he was about to do, and loved the idea
that he was about to fuck my cheery ass for the first time in my own
bedroom.

	He told me that he was going to fuck me whether I wanted him
to or not.  If he had to rape me he would, either way I was losing my
virginity today.  He forced his cock into my ass at that point.  I was
whimpering and moaning as quietly as possible, because my parents were
in the back yard.  He was pounding his hips against my ass hard and fast.

	The he suddenly stopped and told me, "Your mother and father
in the back yard picking oranges and lemons.  Your father is looking up
at me waving."  He waved back at the same time he resumed fucking my
ass.  "Your mother is waving now."  He told me that he was waving back
and smiling at her.  He was still fucking my ass though.

	I was imagining them catching him fucking their sissy son and
kicking me out of the house.  The images of what would happen, was
interrupted by my moans as he drove his cock into my ass.  I was
wondering what they would think if they knew I was in my mother's
bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and heels while being fucked in the ass
while they waved at my lover.  I suspected that they would never speak
to me again.  The fear only added to my thrill of being fucked for the
first time.  The funny thing was I had the biggest orgasm I ever had tight
there while he was banging me against my desk.

	Later in the day when James went home, mother must have
wondered why he was standing in the window and I was not waving at
her.  She must have figured it out, or at least suspected what was going
on.  She sat down with me and asked me what was going on, because I
didn't come to the window?

	The blood must have drained from my face and I couldn't
breathe.  I had never been able to lie to my mother, and she could read
my facial expressions like a book.  I broke down and told her everything.
I told her that I had put on her lingerie and James had been fucking me,
while he waved at them.  That was probably the most difficult thing I
had ever done.  I expected her to fly into a gage, and tell Dad before
they tossed me out of the house..

	It was a total surprise when Mom told me to show her what I
looked like in her lingerie.  The idea of modeling for her in her stuff was
so far away from anything I could have imagined.  I had expected
ridicule, insults expression of utter disgust or even laughter at me.

	While I trembled in fear, as I took off my clothes to show her
that I still had her underwear on under my clothes, she did laugh, but it
was a humorous laughter.  She encouraged me to go ahead and put on
one of her dresses.  She even offered a couple of pointers on how to
please a man.  She even gave me all of the lingerie I had on as a gift, and
insisted that I continue wearing them under my clothes.  She assured me
that I would love the feel of them under my clothes.

	Then mother told me that my father might get romantic if he
knew about what I was doing.  She said that he would enjoy watching
James fucking me.  She was leading by the hand towards the kitchen,
where my father was sitting.  Just before we entered, she stopped and
whispered to me that she actually lobed getting butt fucked, as much as
she loved dressing my father up like a street tramp and fucking him with
her large selection of dildos!

	I practically wet her panties, I just couldn't imagine that my
father was into cross dressing too or that my sweet hearted mother was
so anal.  Mother laughed at my surprise, and then swore that it was true.
She told me that they had worked hard to hide their fetish from me.

	It didn't seem possible to me, and I couldn't believe that they
had been able to hide their behavior from me all those years.

	When we entered the kitchen and my father saw me in my
mother stockings and panties he leaned back and howled.  He insisted
that I stand by him, so that he could feel the bulge in the panties.  We
retired to their bedroom where my father changed clothes.  His costume
looked like one of those street walkers.  His big round butt was visible
because his skirt didn't begin to cover his big butt, and the thong he put
on was nothing more than a string running up the crack of his ass.  That
night mother fucked both of us with her dildos.  Dad and I sucked and
fucked each other doggie style for mother's amusement.

	When I told James about admitting to my mother about what had
gone on in my bedroom, and showed her that I had on her lingerie and
what had happened afterwards.  James was very excited.

	He came home with me and confronted my mother and father.
He suggested that they might like to watch him use me.  They were just
as excited as he was about the idea.  Mom and Dad sat there at the
dining table as James stripped me of my clothes to show them the sexy
lingerie he had bought me from a Fredrick's catalog.  The sexy little bra
had opening to allow my nipples to stick through.  The high-rise panties
just managed to cover my balls and cock.  The fishnet stockings looked
so cheaply sexy.  My feet were incased in tight fitting four inch heels.
He placed me on the dining table on my back.  He placed my heels on his
shoulders and pulled my butt right to the edge of the table.  He just
pulled the thong out of the crack of my ass.  He let mother put some
lubricant on his cock before he stuffed his cock into my hole.  He fucked
her hard and fast.  You could hear the slap of his naked body banging
into my big round butt.  He even demonstrated how he had waved to my
parents when he had fucked me on my desk.

	They both were amused realizing that they had not been able to
see what he had been doing to me.  They were both thrilled at the sight
of their sissy boy getting fucked.  He pulled out just as he was cumming
so that he could squirt cum all over my belly.

	Mother had been finger fucking her big bulbous vulva with that
big angry red opening to her cunt.  Dad had his pants down and he had a
cock no bigger than mine, but his balls were as large as his big meaty fist.
He was jacking off like mad.  They were both offering words of
encouragement to James.  When James squired on my belly, they both
stood up and crotched over me, so that they could lap up James cum.

	It was all a wildly exciting event for me.  I was moaning at the
thought that my lover was fucking me right in front of my parents.  Dad
even deposited his load of cum on my belly for mother to lap up.  I could
smell her pussy and knew that she had cum several times.  I had also cum
a couple of times.  My cum was soaking the material of the thong.

	Mother insisted that I dress up in full drag every weekend, just so
that they could use me all they wanted.  Mother and James bought me all
manner of sexy clothes for a plump girl to wear.  I had a closet full of
things like Skirts so short my butt was exposed, Short shorts, a variety of
halter tops, T-shirt's, see through blouses, not to mention bras, panties,
stockings and a variety of high heeled shoes.  My dressed became
cluttered with an array of items like hair spray, lipstick, nail polish, hair
color, curling iron, and jewelry.  Mom pierced my earlobes, so that I
could wear sexy hoop earrings.  As my hair grew out she insisted on me
wearing curlers in bed at night.

She eventually insisted that I wear lingerie under my clothes when I
went school.  When I would get home she would insist that she had to
help me take scented baths, apply lotion.  She made sure that I shave all
of the hair under my arm and above my cock.  Then she would help my
select very girly clothes to wear.

	When she took me shopping it was very embarrassing because she
would not let me wear wigs or makeup.  She would take me to women's
shops and allow the clerks to come into the dressing room with us while I
tried on clothes.  There was one older clerk that mother liked.  While I
was changing clothes mother would comment on how horny Marianna's
clit was, and allow the women to give me a hand-job until I would cum
in the panties.  Then mother would scold me and complain that she hard
to buy the soiled panties now.  The clerk got off on pulling on my so
hard that it hurt.

	Eventually when I grew up I had to suppress my fetish to work as
an adult.  I worked for years deliberately avoiding becoming interment
with my fellow employees.  One day a guy name Rob approached me to
tell me that the office gossip was that I was gay and maybe even a
transsexual.  Of course I denied everything and blushed like a school girl.
My protests were to no avail.  I took Rob home with me that evening.  I
dressed up for him in full drag, including a wig and makeup.  While I
was showing off Marianna to Rob the phone rand, and I answered it as
Richard, while not resembling a male at all.

	While I was talking Rob took advantage that I couldn't protest to
bend me over the kitchen counter and flipped my dress over my back
and pulled my panties down in back, so that he could stick his cock in
my ass.  He was good at fucking ass though.  It was all I could do to
keep from moaning in the phone.

	When whispered in my ear to keep talking, and then did
everything possible to make me scream out in lust.  He had no idea that
mother would be masturbating while listening to me getting fucked.
When I started breathing hard in the phone, mother asked, "Are you
getting fucked honey?"

	I moaned, "Yes!"  Then I started giving out with all manner of
lewd noises.  Even Rob got into the mood and made guttural sounds that
mother could hear over the phone.  She told me that she had a dildo in
her cunt, and was fucking herself like crazy.  Rob and I became lovers
for a couple of years until I took him home to meet my mother and
father.  He couldn't handle the fact that my parents were so in-inhibited.
He just could fuck me with my parents watching.

	Mother and Rob loved to doll me up in drag until I looked like
my mother's younger sister.  The four of us would frequent night clubs
together.  If a man asked me to dance I could not refuse.  They
encouraged me to flirt with them.  Nothing was more exciting than to
make out with them until they had a raging hard-on.  Then mother would
pull my wig off.  Some of the poor bastards cried about kissing a man.
Other guys would get mad and want to hurt me.  Rob would intercede to
protect me.  Still other would want to fuck me on the spot.  Of course I
would do that in public, but I might give them a hand-job.  Occasionally
we might take them someplace so that I could suck their cocks while Rob
fucked my ass.  Mother and father would watch while offering
encouragement.

	Another thing Rob likes to do is come over to my place and we
roll play.  You have to imagine what this looks like.  I would dress up
like a Catholic school girl.  Can you picture a five-foot seven, 250 pound
girl wearing a plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse with a tie that matches
the skirt, white knee socks, saddle oxfords, with brown ponytail.  Of
course the lingerie was nothing a nun would approve of.  Rob would play
the role of a Franciscan monk in a brown robe with white cord around his
waist, with a wooden rosary tucked under the cord.  The only other thing
he would have on was leather sandals.    The game would always end
with me bent over a desk and getting a bare bottom spanking before a
prolonged ass fucking.

	Another game was me being a high school cheerleader and him as
my father catching me doing something wrong like smoking.  The
punishment would include cock sucking and ass fucking.  The end result
of our games was always full of cum and my stomach full of cum.

	I clean up afterwards and come back to him in a sexy negligee.  I
sit on his lap and he feels me up like a woman.  After all my big belly
could pass for a woman that is eight months pregnant.  My tits are as
large as my mother's too.  The sadist thing is that we fall asleep together,
but he always gets up later and goes home, leaving me to wake up alone.

	I wish that he would ask me to marry him, but he was actually
married before and has a sixteen year old son.



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