Going Home

 If you read the post on the other blog you’ll understand, if not you may feel like you’re coming into the middle of the story.

I pulled in the driveway at my mom’s house, the house I grew up in.

For the first time since I can remember she wasn’t there waiting for me. That started me crying again.

My big brother came out to get me and he let me cry on his shoulder for a few minutes.

Then we went in.

The whole family was there.my brothers don’t live very far away and my sister has been living with our mom since her second marriage broke up.

My brother’s wives were there and there was a lot of fussing in the kitchen as my sister and brothers sat around the dining room table.  None of us sat in Mom’s chair.

My second big brother told me that he had already made arrangements with a local funeral home and had begun notifying the relatives.

My big brother had already spoken to Mom’s lawyer regarding her will but we all knew what her wishes were.

I was grateful that the guys had been able to take care of the important issues so quickly. I had kind of gone to pieces after the news.

The two sister-in-law’s laid out a nice dinner and we ate together keenly aware of the empty chair at the head of the table.

Finally my sister looked up and said that she suddenly realized that we’re all orphans now.

That at least broke the silence. And soon we were all talking and even having a few laughs as we reminisced about our past.

But the rest is probably familiar to those who’ve been through it and I pretty much know what you sissy’s and perverts come here for.

Staying in my old room is always a funny thing.

I spent the evening going through my old stuff that my mom had packed away so neatly in boxes with my name on them.

I found so many things I had forgotten about.

Among the treasures I found my old diaries. I kept a diary through most of my teen years, pretty much until I left for college.

Starting at 12 it’s a good record of growing up.

It seems like the little girl who wrote those early entries got crazy about everything to do with sex very early on.

Thirteen, that’s how old I was the first time I held a boys penis in my hand. I had no idea what to do with it but I was fascinated by how hard it was and how it twitched when I wiggled it around.

He was also thirteen and so he had probably been playing with it all the time and he tried to show me how to make it work. I watched as liquid came out of the small slit. I asked him if it was pee but he just told me to keep doing what I was doing.

When he came it shot out and went absolutely everywhere. Now I have to admit that I was a little turned on by all this and I wanted him to kiss me and I was going to let him touch my private parts. He however was done.

The first time but certainly not the last that a guy left me hanging after he’d had his fun.

In the diary I wrote all about giving my first blowjob.

His name was Tony and he was a year older than me although we were in the same grade in school.

Tony had a problem getting past the ninth grade. If I recall correctly he was still in ninth grade when my younger sister got there two years later.

I understood the basics from talking with my friends but what I didn’t expect was how much I enjoyed it. I could make him squirm and gasp for air. And when he came it wasn’t horrible like I’d been told,in fact I liked it. After that I looked for opportunities to do it and with teenaged boys I didn’t have to look too hard.

But there was one entry in my diary that I’ll never forget.

“I met a boy at the dance tonight, and he was so sweet and his girlfriend was treating him so bad that I took him with me upstairs and he was crying. She had made him wear girls underwear and she told all of the girls about it.. I got him to show me the pretty things he had on and I just wanted to eat him up. And that’s exactly what I did. He was smaller down there than the other boys I’d seen but it was the cutest one ever. And after, he kissed me even though I had some of his stuff on my lips. I think I’ve found the boy of my dreams. I think I’m in love. I’m going to call him tomorrow and maybe I’ll get to see him again.”

So you see, right from the start Kaaren had no secrets from me.

There are so many memories that this house stirs in me.

I remember having him in my living room, dressed in my school uniform. The first time he’d ever been completely dressed in girls clothes. As much as it thrilled him it thrilled me even more.

I think it was the same day that he saw me naked for the first time. Actually I think he was the first “boy” to see me naked. And he came without either of us touching him. We were both surprised but it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Even then he loved to go down on me. We tried to have sex, I mean of course we did, but he always, and I do mean always, he would come before he could get in me. So he made up for it with his tongue. And he was so sweet and nice and he made sure that I was satisfied, always. Of course if he had squirted on my belly he wasn’t shy about licking it up and that just made me so happy.

Later, after we got married, we’d do our best to be discreet about our various kinks. Being exposed as a sissy excited and terrified him. I loved to tease him with all the ways I was going to let everyone know all about him. I enjoyed making him answer the door with his pretty frills hidden under his ratty old bathrobe.

The first time he came for thanksgiving and we stayed in my bedroom, still filled with my teenage girl stuff. I dressed him in cotton print panties and an old training bra along with a short half slip I used to wear with my school uniform in high school. Then I had him sit at my small vanity table and brush his hair, and count the strokes.

I got on my knees and snuggled up under the slip and pushed his panties aside and took him in my mouth. I told him that he had to get to a hundred strokes before he came.

He only made it to thirty something. I still made him finish brushing his hair before climbing into my small bed with me. We played together like girls until I finally needed him to take care of me. 

 I rode on his tongue till I thought I would scream.

Goodness that was so much fun.

So many fun times together.  And we never got caught. Even though my mom read my diary one day and instead of lecturing me she took me for a STD test and birth control.

I could write so much more about growing up here.

My brothers and my father would walk around in their boxers and nobody said anything, but the first time I walked into the kitchen in my panties and a T-shirt you’d have thought I had been walking around in the nude. I honestly thought my Dad would have a heart attack. 

But that’s all in the past now. Just memories.

We’re keeping the house, my sister’s going to live there.

My brothers and I don’t really need the money and she does, it’s what Mom would have wanted.

She’s promised to keep my old bedroom just like I left it.

So it’ll be nice when I visit. Even though Mom is gone I can still go home when I need to.

Mrs K