I was a Horny Sissy Boy Mommy Saturday Night

Sissy Boy Mommy

Saturday Night I was dressed up as a hot little fucking witch. We have a Halloween Costume party every year and all my sons friends come over. We even offer a 200$ Cash prize for the best Costume. I never thought I would be a Sissy Boy Mommy after the party though.

So, My Youngest Sons Friend, Gunner came Dressed ad Ed Gein posing as his Mother. If you’ve watched the show on netflix, you know what I’m talking about. He had on the frumpy Blue dress, the wig and old lady heels, but the resemblance was uncanny. He even had the hose on. I fell in love with the show and Ed Geins story, so I was a little Biased. Gunner won the contest.

All Night I couldn’t take my eyes off of him though. Gunner is a strapping young boy, athletic. He works on cars. He is just one of those manly boys. I would have never thought he would come dressed in drag. I also never would have thought looking at him would turn me on as much as it did.

Gunner drank at our party and he knows the rules, you drink- you stay.

After The party was over most of the boys who were drinking were outside at the bonfire getting rowdy. They all like to pile up in the pool house, and some scatter in here in the main house too. I always wake up to a Few laid out around in my living room.

Alone in the house, I had just hung up with my husband and took off My Costume. I put on My Robe, tits perfectly set showing my cleavage. Tying it around me and walked into the kitchen to pour myself some wine. In walks Gunner.

” You Like it Momma B, I mean I did win” He boasted.

” Oh yes! I Love it! Let me get you that money before I forget” I recanted.

” Momma B, do you wear these too? Because I’m not gonna lie, I Like the way they make me feel” Gunner said, looking back over his shoulder and raising his skirt to reveal, they weren’t hose. He was wearing nude thigh high stockings and a garter, with white silky panties.

Looking down at his cock, I got so excited. He was hard inside those panties. I didn’t say a word, my hand just reached out and rubbed the form of his cock through the silk. My fingertips traced the shape of his cock, and Gunners strapping, young cock grew in my hands. A Grower and a show ‘er, I thought.

I knew I would have to have him that night….

second part coming soon.

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