Family affairs is a series of short, incestuous stories – originally intended as one offs, I may continue some or all, depending on feedback.I remember the day well, who could forget such a momentous thing. It was a couple of days before my 17 th birthday, I stood and examined myself in the mirror, a short floaty skirt, halter top, nylon clad legs and a sexy pair of heels, a little tight, but I wasn’t planning on walking far in them, so they’d do for my purpose this afternoon. The whole thing was finished off with a chestnut wig, cascading over my shoulders. I slipped my hand under the skirt and felt myself, my cock beginning to stir in the little thong, while the fingers of my other hand traced the hard bud of my nipple, jutting through the stretch material of the top. I was lucky to have almost no body hair, while other guys at school were sprouting hairy arms and legs. This was something I had done several times over the past few weeks of my school holidays, raiding my Mum’s wardrobe for sexy things to try on. She was a foot size smaller than me, so I could just about get into some of her shoes, like the strappy heels I had on now. I had been interested in crossdressing for a while, having happened upon a website dedicated to the subject and having a relatively young mother, who liked to dress to impress, helped. Since she and Dad had split a year ago, she had begun to dress a little racier, particularly on her evenings out. She had never brought any guys home, though one of her girl friends had stayed a couple of times; a rather shapely redhead, who I had fantasised about, as I was doing now. When she left this morning, Mum had told me she might be later today as she had to attend a meeting, so I had time on my hands, or so I thought. I ran my hands over the stockings, savouring the sexy feel of the nylon against my legs. Lifting the skirt, I ran my hand over the front of the little panties, bulging out now as my erection swelled. This was istanbul travesti too much, I slipped my cock out and began to run my hand up and down its length, slowly at first, then with increasing speed as I became more turned on, all the time watching myself in the mirror and losing myself in my enjoyment of the moment. ‘Ah-hem!’ The loud mock cough brought me back to reality with a thump. I spun round to see my Mother standing in the doorway of the bedroom, a look like thunder on her face. ‘M…Mu…Mum, what are you doing here.’ I asked helplessly as I dropped the hem of the skirt, as if that was going to hide all of my problems. ‘I left some papers at home.’ she responded ‘So this is the sordid little game you get up to when I’m out at work all day, is it?’ I began to stammer a reply when she cut me off. ‘Don’t bother with your pathetic excuses, I will be back at 3 and we will discuss this then.’ ‘But Mum, I had planned to go out with some mates.’ I replied. ‘Well, you’d better un-plan then! You’re grounded, unless you want your friends to hear about your pervy little game. Is that clear?’ ‘Yes, Mum.’ ‘Good, then you’d better be here, waiting in your room, when I get back and those clothes better be clean and back where they belong or else!’ With which she turned on her heel and left I groaned aloud and began to strip off the clothes, wondering what miseries 3 o’clock would bring. The time dragged, eventually 3 o’clock arrived and went, the suspense was killing me. Then, at about 4, I heard her come back. She called out as she entered the house. ‘Daniel, where are you?’ Her voice sounded stern. I replied that I was in my room. I heard her walk along the hallway, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She entered my room and told me to stand up. She seated herself at my desk and looked at me. She had discarded the jacket of her business suit. Wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, with a white silk blouse, unbuttoned istanbul travestileri to show the curve of her breasts and her cleavage. My mother had a beautiful body and, though it shames me to say, I had often fantasised about sex with her. Now, however, she had the air of a school mistress about her. ‘Well, what have you got to say for yourself?’ she enquired. I just looked sheepishly at the floor. ‘I’m waiting for an answer, how long has this been going on? Don’t lie to me, I will know.’ I told her the truth ‘A couple of months. I don’t know why, but…’ ‘Save your excuses.’ she responded ‘Is all my stuff back where it belongs?’ I nodded. ‘That’s how I knew, I kept finding stuff in the wrong place in my wardrobe, you really should have been a little more careful.’ I groaned. ‘What about my knickers? I hope they are clean.’ I fidgeted a little then blurted out ‘They are mine.’ ‘Oh, really, got a little stash of girly knickers to wear have you?’ I looked at the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow me. ‘Well, I’m waiting. Get them out and let me see.’ I went to the cupboard and took out a box, removed several thongs and held them out to her. She examined each one. ‘My, my, these are very skimpy. How do you keep yourself in them?’ I thought I detected a hint of a giggle in her voice. ‘What about the pair you had on earlier?’ I groaned again, I should have seen this coming, but I hadn’t thought it through. ‘You are still wearing them, aren’t you, you dirty little pervert?’ ‘Yes.’ I replied, almost close to tears now; I felt so humiliated and ashamed. ‘Right, take that lot off.’ she commanded. ‘Wh…wha…what?’ I stammered in response. ‘Get those clothes off, now! Remember what I said unless you want your friends to find out then you will do as I say.’ I pulled off my tee-shirt and dropped my jeans. Oh God, how embarrassing there I was in nothing but a little lace thong, one ball had escaped the tiny travesti istanbul gusset and was hanging out the side. ‘Do you like the feel of them against your cock?’ she enquired, in a matter of fact way. I nodded my head, still looking at the floor. ‘Is that why you dress in my things, because you like the feel of it when you masturbate?’ This was going too far. ‘Mum…’ I pleaded. ‘I asked you a question: do you like the feel of it against your skin when you masturbate? Look at me when you answer.’ I looked up and said ‘Yes.’ ‘I have to admit sexy clothes are something of a turn on for me, too. What is really lovely is when you have someone else to run their hands over them.’ she continued. Where was this going? I wondered. ‘Have you had a girl yet, Danny?’ I shook my head. ‘A boy, then?’ ‘NO!’ I almost shouted at her. She stood and approached me. ‘Well, you can get dressed now, but things are going to change around here. I will keep my part of the bargain; it will be our secret, so long as you toe the line, understood?’ ‘Yes Mum. I’m sorr…’ I began an apology. ‘Don’t bother with excuses, it usually makes things worse.’ She turned and left the room. Is that it? I thought to myself. Of course it wasn’t, but it would be the weekend before I found out. Friday night came and Mum was going out with her friend, the luscious redhead Tina. I was going to meet a couple of mates. As she left, Mum said to me, ‘Have a fun evening, and make the most of it.’ I wondered what she meant, but dismissed it. On Saturday morning, I was awoken early by Mum entering my room carrying 2 mugs of tea and a large bag. She wore a satin nightdress which came to her thighs and displayed a large amount of cleavage; I was used to her wearing such things. She put the bag down and climbed onto the bed, handing me a mug of tea. ‘Happy birthday, darling.’ she said and kissed me, then handed me a card. I opened it and read Happy Birthday Danni, Love always, Mummy. It wasn’t unusual for her to put Mummy on cards rather than Mum, but I had to point out the way she had spelt my name. ‘Oh, that. It’s my little joke concerning the other day. Now, let’s have some tea before we open your presents.’ she replied, handing me a mug. We drank some tea and she asked me about my night.