Together

by Zoneefem

 

Sam had always envied his mother and older sister. Since his first childhood memories, they were always together for everything. They were very close.

Susie was 17 and all girl. Her long blonde hair hung just above her shoulders and had just enough natural curl to form loose ringlets above her neck. When she went to a party or something special, a few hair rollers with a spritz of setting lotion made the curls more pronounced and they bounced as she walked. Even when he was very young, Sam had envied that gorgeous hair. And when Susie wanted to get mom's attention, she merely shook her head slowly from side to side and wondered aloud whether she should cut her hair short or leave it like it was. Mom would immediately protest that if she cut those beautiful curls, she would have to move out of the house. Then Susie would grab mom and they would hug for several long minutes.

Sam would trade almost anything for just one such hug. He had let his hair grow now that school was out for the summer, but it was only about six inches long all over. Too short, he was sure, to do anything special with in the way of looking gorgeous. Oh well, he knew nothing good would ever happen to allow him to realize his secret dream to be able to have mom as excited about hugging him as she was about Susie. Anyway, he finally decided, he could never really be accepted in the same way.

Sam had wondered about the feelings of being female since he was three years old. Mom worked out of the home to help support them since his dad had decided he couldn't tolerate being a responsible citizen. He was an artist by trade, except he usually ended up trading his art for the favors of certain ladies who thought because he wore blue-jeans and a pullover to work(in his case-a "pull off" might be more descriptive), he would be great fun in the sack. One day mom wondered aloud why she saw one of his paintings in a workmate's den when father had just told her he hadn't sold anything lately, and dad had told her exactly how it got there, then there was a bitter separation followed by a even more bitter divorce.

Mom got no cash settlement, but she kept the house and all of dad's artwork from the early years of their marriage. Then one day an art dealer in the Midwest called to say that dad's paintings had just gone up in value because one of dad's female friends couldn't bear to know that mom owned a bunch of his early work and was willing to pay a large sum to purchase the lot. A few days later, a certified check arrived as did a truck to pick up every painting dad had ever done. From then on, while they weren't rich, they were comfortably okay.

Sam was very interested in why mom and Suzie were always so close-he couldn't seem to break into their club no matter how hard he tried. One day mom and Suzie both had a period at the same time. That's when he realized what held them together was "The Union". No matter how hard he tried, he could never be a full fledged member.

That didn't stop him from trying, though, and as often as he could, Sam would creep into his mom's room and quietly open the bottom right hand drawer on the chest that held mom's soft and satiny panties. After rechecking to make certain he was all alone, he would reach in and pull out a pair of sensuous undies and rub them across his face. Oh-heaven.

Sam was eternally curious about how it must feel to be a female. One day he was doing his chores in the basement, cleaning out the filter on the clothes dryer and he noticed several pairs of multicolored panties in a hamper to be washed. Without even thinking what he was doing, he reached into the basket and grabbed the two pairs. One was larger than the other, but they were both so inviting. Quickly he looked around him and seeing that he was alone, he pulled the panties up to his face and ran them across his nose and mouth.

Something caught his attention immediately-the panties were both damp and had a strong odor of disinfectant or powder, or something that was not offensive but had a mysterious smell. He quickly returned the panties to the basket and finished his chores. As he got ready to go back upstairs, he felt the sudden urge to revisit the hamper. Mom wasn't home from work and Sis had stayed after school for a school club, so without another thought, he grabbed the panties and bounded upstairs to his room. Maybe he would just keep them for a few minutes and return them to the basement. Again he savored the heady odor from the damp crotch of the panties. Oh, to be a girl.

Sam wasn't sure when he first noticed that someone was standing in the doorway watching him. In fact, he first thought it was just a vivid picture he had imagined many times, of his mom watching him with a knowing smile on her face. Oh, crap, this wasn't a fantasy, it was mom. And she was not alone-Susie was standing there beside her, and they weren't smiling.

"Sam, what in the world are you doing," mom screeched! Sis caught his eye and stuck out her tongue, then allowed her face to fall into a look of utter disgust. "Bring those panties with you and come to my room in five minutes, we need to talk." With that, mom wheeled around, grabbed Susie's hand and left the room. Sam panicked! How could he explain.

At first he wanted to hide in his closet. It was dark in there and maybe nobody would know where he was. Then he thought maybe he could come up with a cover story-the panties go stuck in the dryer and, and…But try as he might, there was no way to explain this away. He was dead meat. Maybe he could run away from home.

Five minutes wasn't nearly long enough to figure out what to do next, so all too soon, he was quietly knocking on mom's bedroom door. Perhaps she might have fallen asleep. What if the door wouldn't open. "Come on in, Sam," mom called. Sam turned the doorknob but the darn thing didn't freeze up-it opened right away. As it slowly swung inward, Sam stumbled through the door.

Mom was seated on her bed and had put on a lovely opaque silken powder blue gown. It extended all the way down to the floor. Sam quickly glanced at her figure there seated on the bed and couldn't help but notice that she had nothing else on under the gown. Now he really began to sweat-his maleness began growing at an alarming rate. Mom didn't see his hardness but extended her arms to him. "Close the door and come over here, son," she quietly called.

He closed the door and haltingly walked across the room. His penis was now fully extended, but she didn't seem to notice. As he approached the bed, she patted a spot on her left and motioned for him to sit. By now, he couldn't disguise his excitement. Mom reached out toward him, and he involuntarily flinched, but all she wanted was to take the panties from his now trembling hand.

"Son, what were you doing when Sis and I came in? You know I have always told you that we could talk about anything." At that instant, she noticed his arousal but chose to ignore it. "Tell me what you felt when you had those two pair of panties under your nose. I just want to know."

Now Sam was confused. He had expected to be yelled at for being so stupid, but mom was really curious. He knew he couldn't possibly tell her about his sexual excitement, but what could he say to resolve this situation.

"Mom, when you and Sis are so much involved with each other's lives, I am terribly jealous. You hug each other and help each other with your problems. It seems so unfair that I have been isolated from your affection ever since dad left." With that, Sam started to cry, softly at first, then, slowly his crying picked up steam. Soon he was crying like a baby. "It's just not right-I want you to pay attention to me. I see you when Sis asks you to help her with her hair. She gets to go to the beauty salon and comes back looking so swell. Guys just don't have a chance in this world. And you get to wear such soft and satiny things under your clothes. Then, you have your periods together and really get close to each other."

By now mom realized she had been ignoring Sam for a long time. She opened her arms for him to come to her. He instinctively extended his arms, and she drew him unto her. His hardness nestled between her thighs and her ample breasts surrounded his face. The two embraced for what seemed an eternity. Almost automatically mom moved forward to accept his maleness as it pushed against her silky gown. Sam didn't know what to do, so he just stayed close to her, frozen in time. Then, the moment passed, and she gently pushed him back beside her. She had to be strong for him.

"Son, I know that as you get older, you are exposed to all sorts of emotions. If I have ignored your needs, I apologize. Now tell me what you are feeling and give me a chance to see what we can do together to address your concerns. First of all, what you were doing with our panties."

Sam swallowed hard and told mom how he felt he could never be as close as Sis was to her. But, he also related that this wasn't the first time he had played with their undies. It was however, the first time he had ever smelled the crotch and as he was talking, his hardon turned to stone. Mom finally acknowledged his problem and suggested he go into the bathroom and take care of it. Sam was grateful for permission to make the now almost painful member not a problem. He had just sat down on the commode and started whacking off when mom gently tapped on the bathroom door and without a word, reached in and handed him the two pair of panties he had been caught with. Apparently she wanted to encourage him to be honest with her about his heartfelt desires.

Almost immediately afterward, Sam's hardon blew out and sprayed his juices all over the rug. He felt greatly relieved, but was so distracted he didn't clean up all of the cum from the floor. He then returned to mom's bedroom where she was now lying down under the soft fluffy coverlet. She motioned for Sam to climb up next to her and gave him a big hug. Sam's hardness began to be a problem again, but before it was too obvious he told her he loved her. Mom kissed him on the cheek and bid him goodnight. When Sam got back to his room, he was really confused.

He had expected to get clobbered when he entered mom's room but didn't. His stiff member had rubbed against mom's nether parts and she had not resisted. She even handed him the panties. This was too much. He fell asleep clutching the panties against his crotch. Later that night, he had an eruption of the most embarrassing kind on the panties, but it dried before he awoke and he didn't notice it before he went downstairs.

Mom decided to clean up the upstairs bath and bedrooms, at least give them a once over. When she got to the bathroom, she couldn't help noticing the now white stain on the fluffy carpet. She smiled a knowing smile-he must have really gotten excited after she handed him the panties. Then when she went into his bedroom, she then noticed that he had a nighttime eruption on the two pair of panties. He was definitely growing up. She wondered what could she do to make him feel more loved and secure?

 

For the next few days things seemed to be back to normal around the house. Because it was summer vacation, Sam was able to give attention to his butterfly collection. He really had a beautiful selection. His favorite was a large Monarch that had gotten caught in a spider web a few years ago. Since the butterfly was already dead, he didn't feel badly about putting in his display case in the corner of his room. Mom was working a light schedule and Sis had several girlfriends with whom she spent a lot of time going swimming and such things. Then she left for two weeks to go to summer camp as a counseler, so Sam and mom were going to be alone for the entire time she was gone.

The day Sis left, mom got Sam aside and told him she wanted the next few days to be a special time for just the two of them. She had some things she wanted him to do with her-shopping and such. Also, since his hair was now getting a bit stringy and almost chin length, she thought he might accompany her to her hair salon tomorrow morning. The one thing in the world that really got Sam excited was the thought of going into the beauty salon with mostly women and girls and being their equal, at least while he was at the hair place. She also told him that while Sis was gone, he was to feel free to wear whatever he wanted, both at home and while they were out doing things together.

"Anything?", he inquired. Mom nodded and suggested that until they had a chance to go shopping, if he wished, she would pick out something from Sis's clothing for him to wear to the beauty salon. Now he was really excited. So mom went into Susie's room and picked out a pair of pretty white hightop panties and a nice pair of jeans and a white pullover for tomorrow. Then, almost as an afterthought, she went back into her own closet and reached behind all of her other hangered clothing. She pulled out a gorgeous black nightgown and placed it with the other clothes in a pile on Sam's bed.

"Sammie," she called, "Come here a minute, please." When he came into the living room where she was sitting on the couch, she motioned for him to come sit beside her. He walked over and sat down on the far end of the couch. She had never called him Sammie, and he was curious why she did so now.

She patted the spot on her right and motioned for him to come closer. When he realized what she was saying, he scooted down, still a foot or so away. She reached out and put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. "This time is for just you and me to really get to know each other, without any preconceived notions of what or who you have always been. You have my permission to look and dress any way you wish. I have lain out some things on your bed for our trip to the salon tomorrow. Also, there is a beautiful nightgown on top of the other clothes. It has never been worn. I bought it for your dad and my anniversary just before he left town and while it may be a little bit large, it would thrill me for you to wear it to sleep in tonight. How does that sound?"

Sam couldn't believe what his mom had just told him. Not only had she given him permission to dress any way he wished for the next couple of weeks, but she also had encouraged him to wear her and Sis' clothing. Wow, he was one lucky guy.

Sam scurried upstairs and when he spied the black nightdress on his bed, his member immediately began to swell. He couldn't wait to take off his clothes and get into that nightie. When he pulled it on over his head, he almost swooned. Oh, that silky feeling, like thousands of tiny fingers caressing his entire body. Underneath the gown on the bed was a pair of the most gorgeous black lacey panties he had ever seen. He quickly pulled them up over his hardness, but the friction of the panties sliding across his hardon was so intense, he climaxed almost at once. Oh my, what could he tell mom?

About that time, he heard a soft knock on his door. It was mom! What to do? "May I come in Sammie," she called. He quickly pulled the panties off and put them under the other clothes on his bed. Maybe she wouldn't notice he didn't have any panties on.

As mom entered, she noticed the corner of the panties sticking out from under the pile of the clothes, but decided not to say anything. She walked over to Sammie and gave him a big hug. This was so wonderful, and he again began to swell.

"Come over to your dresser and let's see what you look like with a bit of makeup. Girls your age don't wear very much, but a bit of mascara and lipstick are definitely in order. We'll just do the lipstick tonight since it is almost bedtime and you would have to remove the mascara when we go to bed. You will sleep with me in my bed tonight, won't you?"

As she applied the light pink lipstick, she couldn't get over how pretty he looked. His features were very soft and his face was long and quite feminine. The lipstick just set off the features even more. She gave him another giant hug and told him to follow her back to her room.

When they arrived, he found she had changed the plain coverlet out for a shiny satiny pink bedspread and silky satin sheets that matched. She crawled into bed and motioned for him to join her. He carefully climbed into bed and lay on his right side at the extreme edge, again leaving some distance between them. She turned toward him and reached over and pulled him to herself, engulfing his head in her ample bosom and resting her legs halfway over his legs. The inevitable problem was by now a raging thing, but she ignored the poking protrusion that nestled in her bush area. They were now as close as a mother and son/daughter could possibly be.

When Sammie awoke, mom had already gotten up and gone downstairs. He lay in the bed savoring every bit of sensory perception he could obtain. He could still smell the light odor of her perfume. The satiny sheets were exciting to rub against. Soon mom came up the stairs humming a song. This was the happiest he had seen her since Dad pulled up stakes.

"Don't you even think of getting out of bed yet young lady-you and I have some snuggling to do," and with that said, she immediately got back into the bed. She slid across the sheets trapping him on the far side of the bed. There was no escape-unless he fell off the bed onto the floor. He was being held in place by her warm curvaceous body. He again nestled his head up into her ample breasts, and for a while, they just lay there enjoying the moment. She took the opportunity to run her fingers gently through his hair, pulling each strand tightly, then curling it around her finger.

"Well, Sammie, how does all of this feel so far? You know, your hair is just long enough to do a perm, if it were cut properly. What do you think about that?"

Sammie gulped hard-this was so good that he couldn't believe that he was so lucky to have a mom who loved him so. A perm! He thought his hair was too short for that. Wow! "Well, gee, mom, if you think it would be alright…"

The lay there in that big king-sized bed for almost an hour. Their salon appointment wasn't until 1 pm. That way they would be the last appointment of the day. Jane Goonough, the owner, would take them personally. Mom's nest of fur was right next to Sammie's hardon, but the nightie kept it from doing anything more than massaging her in a very pleasant way. "I haven't felt this good in a long time, Sammie. Not only am I getting to spend real quality time with my favorite son, but I am also being able to enjoy the company of my other daughter. Thanks." Since they were going shopping, it was soon time to get up and get dressed.

When they got out at the mall, Sammie began to wonder if this was such a good idea. What if some of his friends were there and recognized him. But mom only smiled and reassured him that his first responsibility was to himself. He must be happy within his own persona, and anyway, with the modest amount of makeup and girl's clothes he had on, nobody would recognize him for certain anyway, and if they did, so what.

After mall hopping for a while, Sammie had acquired several sets of underwear, including satiny panties and silky camisoles. Mom told Sammie that for now, he could continue wearing Sis's outgrown summer clothes, but she did buy him a knock'em dead white party dress that fell just below his knees. Soon it was time to go into the salon.

Jane Goonough was expecting them, and she husltled Sammie and mom into her work area after giving them each a big hug. When mom asked her opinion of whether Sammie's hair was long enough for a perm, she seated him in her chair and walked around, stopping here and there to pull a clump of hair away from the scalp and measure how long it was in relation to the width of her hand. "Yes," she mused, "This will be lovely. How do you want it cut?"

She and mom walked over to one side of the room, and after a conference, Jane strolled back over to Sammie's side. "Lets see, how about a short shag, so that when it grows out, you will be able to trim it back to your normal style before school starts?" That sounded wonderful to Sammie, so he just nodded and smiled at Jane. Soon she had taken him over to the shampoo area for a quick wash-didn't want to wash it too thoroughly since he was getting a perm. As soon as he was finished washing, she had him move so she could do the same to mom. Then back to her chair where she proceeded to snip and cut and trim and measure and snip and snip and… Voila, his hair now was longer at the crown, but shorter in differing lengths around the head. Mom's cut was longer at the top and much shorter in the back-a traditional curly neckline.

Next Jane pulled over her portable tray on wheels which contained all nature and sizes of devices useful when one was a hairdresser. One by one, she pulled small papers from a box and carefully folded them around small clumps of his hair. After what seemed to be an eternity, she was done. Then she pulled a long string of cotton from a box and placed it all around his head under the outside row of curlers. Jane handed Sammie a towel in case anything got through the protective outer barrier of cotton and proceeded to mix a small vial of liquid into a larger plastic squeeze bottle.

When everything was in readiness, Jane began carefully spraying each individual curler with the smelly liquid. It had the distinctive odor of ammonia and it choked him if he got a direct sniff, but to Sammie, this was heaven. Mom stood by and watched as Jane went all over his now soaked head making sure that she had not missed any spot. Once she was satisfied, she placed a plastic bag over Sammie's head and clamped it shut with a hair clip. She set a timer for twenty minutes and had Sammie move out of her chair while she began the same process on mom.

By the time the timer dinged, mom's hair was all rolled and ready for perm solution. Jane checked several curls in different locations about his head and pronounced him "all curled up", then thoroughly rinsed Sammie's curlers with soothing warm water and then blotted his head several times with a heavy fluffy towel. She squirted some more liquid on his hair and told him to lie at the shampoo bowl for a few minutes while she worked on mom.

After applying the perm solution to mom's hair, she came back to Sammie who was still lying in the shampoo sink dripping. She quickly rinsed his curls with water and began removing the rollers one by one, being careful not to destroy the curl pattern. One or two hung when she unwound them a bit crookedly, but she soon had them all out and after another quick rinse, wrapped his head with a towel and had him scoot over to her styling chair, while mom moved over to another chair.

When she unwrapped the towel, both she and mom oohed and ahhed. Jane set his hair on small blue and yellow rollers which she said would give him a head full of gorgeous curls when they were dry. Also, because this was a shag haircut, it wouldn't require a great deal of maintenance, but if he was going somewhere special, he could roll it and tease it and make a really feminine style. Then he was seated under a warm hairdryer to "cook" as they jokingly called it.

Mom's perm proceeded quickly since only the longer part on top would be curled and the back was too short to perm, but mom had enough natural curl that the short back would turn under as if permed. Soon mom was being blown dry and curled with a curling iron. By the time Sammie's hair was dry, mom's hair had been teased, sprayed and combed into a lovely 'do.

When the hair rollers were removed, Sammie had tight coils of curls all over his head. Jane brushed them lightly to remove the roller marks, then selectively teased the top of his head while fluffing out with a wire pick the other fringe areas. In a short time, Sammie didn't even recognize himself. Wow, this was wonderful, and mom and Jane both touched his head very lightly and marveled at how well his hair had taken curl.

Sammie thought they were finished, but Jane told him to stay put, she had a bonus for him. She was so excited about how lovely his hair looked she wasn't about to let him leave without doing something to his nails.

Jane had him sit in front of a small wheeled table while she soaked his hands in a cuticle softener. Then she used various devices that under other circumstances might be described as devices of torture to push back and trim the areas around his nails. Sammie was so excited that when she asked him what color nail polish he wanted(thinking he might want a neutral color), he instead chose a bright vibrant red. No turning back now.

As a final touch, Jane opened a drawer and pulled out several makeup trays. She plucked a few hairs to even up his eyebrows and then applied several different types of eye makeup, foundation to his face and a bright red lipstick to match his nails.

When Jane got finished with the final touches, she stood back and looked at Sammie and began to cry. "What's wrong," Sammie asked, thinking he had done something to hurt her feelings.

"My only daughter's birthday is today, and she is a long way from home. If she were here right now, I would have done the same thing to her I did for you. You have made me the happiest woman in the world, Sammie."

When Jane finished speaking and started crying, mom couldn't help herself and started crying also. Sammie was so moved, he was bawling like a baby himself. Wow, this emotional bond that women felt was contagious. Mom then suggested that Sammie show Jane how he looked in the white party dress they had bought in the mall. When Jane saw Sammie in the dress, they all cried again. Sammie decided to wear the dress home so he didn't have to take a chance on messing up his hair and makeup while taking it off.

This day was only the beginning of the most wonderful part of Sammie's life. Over the next two weeks, he and mom grew closer together than they had ever imagined possible. Each day, he would arise and get mom to help him pick out his hair and spray it in place. When Sis returned from her trip, it was like coming home to another world.

Is this the end of the end, or the beginning of the beginning? You the reader may have some input into this process. Please leave me a message as to your perfect next chapter, and maybe it can be included. Thanks.

  

  

  

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