It was now three weeks since seventeen-year-old Christopher Jenkinson had been caught by his mother Julie wearing his sister Catherine’s old school uniform and she had given him two hairbrush spankings.
The atmosphere between mother and son was a bit strained but the events of that fateful evening were not mentioned.
Christopher still had urges to wear female clothing but he had so far refrained from doing so.
Julie, on the other hand, was concerned that she had got sexually aroused by spanking her son and by seeing his erect penis both before and after the spanking.
Julie was at work on her evening shift and Chris decided that he could not resist the urges any more but rather than again putting on his sisters old school uniform he went into his mothers room. He had concluded that the spanking as well as the dressing had turned him on so he had no fear of being caught but in theory he had a few hours to himself with Julie being at work.
Christopher tried on various items of his mothers clothing and his prick was perpetually hard.
As he was doing all this the thought of a further spanking added to his excitement and he decided that he would make a further dose of the hairbrush inevitable.
He was dressed in a silk blouse of his mothers along with a short tight skirt and stockings and a black bra and black knickers.He had also applied make up which he thought made him look quite gorgeous.
As the time approached for Julie’s return from work he went downstairs,dressed as he was,and also took his mothers hairbrush with him. He took a chair from the kitchen and placed the hairbrush on it and then sat down in anticipation of his mothers return.
Julie arrived home and took off her shoes before entering the living room and the first thing she noticed was the chair and hairbrush before, a split second later, seeing her son dressed in her clothes.
Julie tried to speak but no words came out and she was almost on auto pilot as she approached the chair, picked up the hairbrush and sat down.
Not a word had been spoken as she looked at Christopher with a mixture of horror and lust and he slowly got up from the chair,approached her and lay over her lap.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The hairbrush bounced off his skirt covered buttocks.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Julie then breathlessly spoke the first words either of them had said since her return home ,”Take the skirt off.”
Christopher, very red faced, scrambled off her lap and removed the skirt and his rock hard cock was pushing the knickers out at the front. He got back over his mothers lap.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
His arse was positively on fire and Julie momentarily stopped to roughly pull the knickers down before continuing, now on his bare buttocks.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The boys backside was crimson when his mother finally stopped the hiding.
“Go to your room,” she said and Christopher got off her lap with his facial expression a mixture of agony and ecstasy.
His cock was still rigid which brought a twitch to his mothers cunt which she now realised was actually soaking wet.
She looked at her sons bare arse with the knickers just above his knees as he made his way to the stairs.
Julie was in a quandry because she was immeasurably turned on but she was fighting to get such thoughts from her head.
After some time she herself went upstairs and,although part of her was screaming “no”, she tapped on Christopher’s bedroom door.
“Can I come in?” she asked softly.
The reply was not really audible but it did not sound like a negative so she went in.
Her son was face down on his bed with the blouse still on and the knickers now pulled up.
Julie was still having all sorts of internal conflicts but she said, “Stand up please Chris.”
Christopher stood up and she was not surprised, or disappointed, to see that he was fully erect inside the knickers.
“Come here please,” she said.
Chris moved towards her a little bit nervously and she, with her eyes fixed on his, put her right hand inside the front of the knickers.
Christopher gasped as he felt his mothers soft hand on his hard cock and Julie kept her eyes on his as she massaged his prick within the knickers.
“Mum, mum I am going to c…” as his spunk filled her hand and the knickers.
When he had finished spurting Julie removed her semen covered hand from the front of the knickers and wiped it on the back of them, “They will have to go in the wash,” she said with a half smile and turned and left her stunned son with a now softening penis.
As soon as she was in her room with the door closed she had her own skirt and knickers off and this time she was not concerned whether her orgasm was audible or not.
They both knew that their relationship had changed for ever but quite how much it had changed and would change was still to be discovered.
As after the incident three weeks previously nothing was said in the morning although the looks between mother and son were different to what they had previously been.
Christopher was back to wearing his male attire and things went on in a sort of normality.
Sometimes Julie would come home from work almost hoping that her son would be downstairs in her clothing and that the kitchen chair would be in the room with her hairbrush placed on it but each time her hopes, if that was what they were,were dashed.
Christopher was back to having urges to don female clothing again but he did not know what the ultimate outcome would be if he did so.
