Chrissie Remembers Mommy – Chapter 3Chapter 3Chrissie Remembers MommyI awoke on Saturday morning drenched in sweat from the hot flashes I hadbeen having all through the night. The strange erotic dreams I had aboutmy mother, Rob, Alex, Helen and Heidi were still hovering barely beneathmy consciousness. It was 7:00 am and Heidi was still asleep next to me inour bed. I quietly slipped from under the covers, grabbed my robe andwent to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and learned lessonone about makeup: wash it off before you go to sleep. The skin around myeyes was blackened by smudged mascara and eye liner. I washed my face,dried myself and went to the toilet where I sat down to pee. The moment Isat on the toilet a hot rush rose from my chest and my body temperatureseemed to rise by 20 degrees. At the same time a wave of femininity ranthrough me, almost like an erotic jolt had been passed through my body.The rush was far more intense than anything I had experienced during mythree years of oestrogen treatment and I could tell it was only aprecursor for what was to come over the next few days. My nipples feltlike they were on fire and even the satin robe I was wearing seemed to bemade of sandpaper. I stayed on the toilet for far longer than I needed tojust to get over the hot rush. When I felt confident enough I went to thesink and washed my face once again, just to cool it down.I reached into the medicine cabinet to get the bottle of hormone pills mydoctor, Helen, had prescribed me. I looked at the instructions, openedthe bottle and dry swallowed two of the tablets. I read the descriptionon the bottle and saw that the side effects included hot flashes,confusion and temporary loss of memory. Those warnings weren’t anythingnew to me but I never did get to the point in my previous treatment whereI felt like the classic dizzy blonde. Now I was there. I felt like anaddled, scramble brained, ditsy bimbo, but I also felt a sense of reliefthat any last remaining masculine hormonal impulses were being expelledfrom my body and I was becoming more feminine each hour of the day.Something about becoming whatever I was becoming felt right. I don’t knowwhat that will be, but I feel more confident in the future than I doabout the past. If, as Helen says, I am just a sissy or a pansy, then Iam going to become more sissified each day.I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and made myself coffee which Ienjoyed whilst sitting on the sofa. It was the same sofa Rob had beensitting on less than 24 hours before and where he had splayed his legsand I had submissively sunk to my knees in front of him and cleansed hismassive cock with my tongue. I blushed just at the remembrance of it.It was strange that my erotic dreams during the night included my mother,but not so unusual if you knew the history of my c***dhood. It’s the onebig secret in my life and it’s a history my mother and I only sharetogether. I have never told anyone about the strange relationship mymother and I had. I have never gone to a psychologist or a counsellor totalk about it. I have never been too drunk to tell someone of thestrangely erotic c***dhood I had. I have never felt confident enough inanybody to confide in them my secret life, except maybe Helen. There isan underlying compassion in her which balances out her steely,sophisticated veneer. I also sense that she would grasp the intenseeroticism of it and enjoy the story. Helen and Heidi may be best friendsand alike in many ways, even to the extent that their looks complementeach other, but there is a depth to Helen which Heidi lacks. Heididefines herself by her relationships with men and is attracted to thedominant types who use her until they tire of her whereas Helen seeks outa singular type of man to fulfil a need inside her, then she makes themfall for her and, when she tires of them, she discards them. The types ofmen Helen snares are typically darker and often villainous. She seemsdrawn to danger.Knowing Helen is an early riser like myself I called her and asked if shewanted to meet for coffee. I told her I had something to tell her I hadtold no one else in the world. She seemed intrigued and told me to comeover in half an hour with croissants and the newspaper. I ığdır rus escort looked out thewindow and saw the sun shining and people walking the streets in shortsleeved t-shirts. I ran upstairs and showered and dressed in a bluecotton blouse, white cotton shorts which showed off my toned thighs andwhite trainers. I remembered to wear nice lingerie and fitted the siliconfillers in my new bra. When I looked at myself in the mirror I saw awholesome suburban woman looking like she was off to play a game oftennis. The weather and the waves of hormones running through my bodymade me feel particularly girly and perky. I just put on some mascara,saving the eyeliner and lipstick till later in the day. I put all mythings in a canvas handbag and skipped down the stairs and out the door.Heidi was a very late sleeper and would probably be still in bed by thetime I returned. Two hot flashes later and I was at Helen’s front door. Ihad my fourth hormonal rush of the day while she prepared coffee and Isat in her living room waiting for her. I fished a handkerchief out of mybag and patted my forehead dry and Helen set the tray on the coffee tablein front of us. She poured us each a cup and sat down, tucking her tanlegs underneath her.”How do you feel today?” asked Helen. “I can tell you are gettingflushed. How many hot flashes have you had?””I think that was my fourth and, if I’m not mistaken, the fifth is aboutto come,” I replied. “It’s a disconcerting feeling and in the midst of itI sort of forget who I am but when they subside there is a warmth insideme and I feel a wave of femininity engulf me. With the stronger dose Ifeel like my breasts are going to grow by a size each day. My nipples aresuper sensitive.””I wish we could grow you breasts like that, but when you are over thirtyit is very hard to grow them just through hormonal treatment,” repliedHelen. “We’ll get you size B breasts within the month. Don’t you worry.The surgeon I have in mind will make them look as natural as possible.You’ll be proud of them.””Just think, four years ago I never thought of going through this and Iwouldn’t have if you and Heidi hadn’t insisted upon it, and now all Iwant to be is a woman,” I said. “Now I feel disappointed if men don’tlook at me in the streets and I don’t get wolf whistles when I pass agroup of builders. Two men tried to pick me up in a wine bar last nightwhen I wore a skirt and heels out for the first time.””Chrissie, you will never be a woman but you should be happy being asissy,” chided Helen. “When we started treatment you were an angry manwhose wife slept around and made you feel inadequate. You were inadequatefor her as a lover and you can’t blame her for finding better men. Nowyou have accepted things as they should be and you are happy to be theperson you are. You will never be a woman but you will be a stunninglyattractive sissy that men will lust over.”Even with the hormone treatment I still felt a wave of humiliation engulfme as Helen pointed out some rather obvious truths and I felt myselfblush as I often did when she was painfully honest with me. I knew whatcourse my life was following but I still had yet to fully accept that mysexual function in life was to satisfy the erotic kinks of normallystraight men. Any sort of confidence I once had in myself as aheterosexual man had now been eroded and, after the hormone treatment Ihad begun years ago and, as I began to develop into an attractivefacsimile of a woman, I had become much more shy and embarrassed by theattentions straight men gave me. I know in many ways I came across topeople as a shy virginal teenage girl and, unfortunately, for a certaintype of man that was very appealing. Truth to be told, I attracted thesame type of man my wife Heidi attracted but in my case there were goingto be no long-term relationships. A typical alpha male will be happy tospend whatever time it takes to take me sexually but once they will havesatisfied themselves they will be on the way. Nobody buys a sissy flowersor wines and dines them. They don’t even have coffee with themafterwards. They just zip up their trousers and walk away.”Now, I am very curious about your secret,” said Helen. “And I expect anerotic story ığdır rus escort bayan that will blow my stockings off. Be assured, this is notsomething that I will ever discuss with Heidi. I suspect you are going totell me something that was transformative in your life and, I have toadmit, I feel honoured that you want to tell me.””Is it erotic?” I asked rhetorically. “Yes it is. It is probably thestrangest and most erotic set of experiences I think anyone could have.The amazing thing is the act itself has been turned into a word of scornbut in reality it is a beautiful and extremely erotic thing because it isso unacceptable to the norms of society. To let the cat out of the bag,if you have never met a motherfucker before, you have now.”Helen took in a sharp intake of breath and, when I studied her face, Isaw some colour rise for the first time since I have known the normallyenigmatic woman. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as well, nothelped by the fact that my fifth hot rush of the morning was beginning tooverwhelm me. My brow became wet with moisture as the hormones pumpedthrough my system with a ferocity I had never yet experienced. My brainseemed to freeze and I began to feel faint as the room did a brief spin.I lost track of time as what were actually seconds of confusion seemedlike drawn out minutes of suspended animation and I was lost in adelicious wave of femininity which coursed through my body in wave afterpleasurable wave. My enlarged nipples burned in a deeply erotic way and Ifound myself trying to touch them and sooth them although they werecovered by my new bra and the silicon fillers. I closed my eyes until thesensation passed and when I opened them I was temporarily confused by thesight of Helen and struggled to remember where I was and what made mecome to see my doctor and my wife’s best friend. Just like a heroinaddict is addicted to the rush after he injects the d**g in his veins Ihad become a willing servant of the hormones that Helen injected in meevery week and I lived solely for the mornings when the hormonal rushesstreamed through my system. I never felt more alive in my life than whenI was engulfed by the overwhelming flow of oestrogen and felt the womaninside me break free from my masculine past. It was like waking to a newworld of hyper reality when the pleasurable sensations finally seemed toebb.”You are glowing,” Chrissie said with a smile. “You look just like adizzy blonde. Sometimes when I see you I can’t believe you are not awoman. Now, get your thoughts together. I want to hear all about you andyour mother.””I’m sorry, but I am a bit confused,” I said with a giggle, using thehandkerchief to wipe my brow. “I guess I have to get used to a newparadigm in my life every Saturday morning.””It all started when I came home one day early from school when I was 13and I heard sounds coming from my parent’s bedroom,” I said. “I somehowknew what was going on even before I peaked in through the partiallyopened door to my parent’s bedroom but I was still shocked to see mymother cuckolding my father with my uncle. He was thrusting into frombehind and she was crying out with pleasure. I remember looking at hishuge cock going in and out of her and, while I watched guiltily, Icouldn’t help but touch myself. It was the most erotic thing I had everseen or imagined in my life and it made my cock hard. My mother was youngwhen she had me and was still an extremely beautiful woman who hadmarried one of three brothers. My father was the geek of the familywhereas his two brothers were masculine, muscular and manly. Inretrospect my father was almost effeminate in comparison to his twobrothers but he made far more money as a research scientist than they didas builders and the life he provided my mother and I was luxuriouscompared to what they gave their wives and c***dren. They were bothrogues, which is what probably drew my mother to them. She had a naughtystreak in her which she hid from my father but, as I was growing up, Iwas acutely aware of the attention men paid her and the surreptitiousglances she sometimes exchanged with them while we were out shopping.””She glanced sideways just as he was coming inside her and rus escort ığdır she saw metouching myself and just seemed to smile and waved me away. I went intomy bedroom and closed the door quietly but I could hear them talking anddoors closing. She finally opened my door wearing a dressing gown andasked me to join her in bed. When I followed her into the bedroom shetold me to take off all my clothes and come under the covers with her.She touched me and felt my hardness and asked if I could keep a secret.She knew I adored her and she believed me when I told her I would nevertell anyone about what I saw. She asked me if I thought she was sexy andbeautiful and I told her she was the most wonderful woman in the world.Then she asked me what I would like to do and I even surprised myselfwhen I told her that I would love to lick and kiss her pussy. She wasshocked at first and told me it was dirty with my uncle’s cum but I toldher that didn’t bother me and it was the one thing I wanted to do. Sheparted her legs as I lowered myself down and kissed and licked her pussytasting a mixture of my mother’s moist pussy and the thick residue ofUncle Tom’s semen. Then she began telling me how to lick her clit andwhat she wanted me to do and before long she gripped my head in her hipsand let out a moan and came violently.””Did that just happen one time?” Helen asked while her hand had slippedunder her robe and she was touching her breast.”No, whenever I came home from school my mother would ask me if I wouldlike to lick her dirty pussy and make me guess which of my father’s twobrothers had been with her that day just by the taste of their cum,” Ireplied, noting Helen’s flushed face and the red glow on her chest. “Shewould sometimes play with my prick and make me cum but it was only aftermy father died when I was 18 that we made love.””What else did you and your naughty mother get up to?” asked Helen. “Shesounds like the perfect mother for a confirmed cuckold. What do you thinkshe would think of you now that you are a complete sissy?””She is the last person that would be surprised,” I replied. “I wasslight and petite when I was younger, just like she was as a woman andshe would like to dress me up in her clothes and apply makeup to me andtell me I would make a much better girl than a boy. She told me Iinherited my father’s small cock which was nothing like the big cocks hisbrothers had. When I started growing pubic hair she had me shave it andkeep it smooth. She never bought me boys underwear. She and I wore thesame panties which was easy because our hips were the same size.””I lived with her until I was 25 and the only masculine clothes I worewere for when I went outside the house. Inside the house we wore the samedressing gowns and, since our feet were the same size, we also wore thesame slippers and shoes.”I noticed then that Helen’s hand had drifted down to her crotch and shewas rubbing herself under her panties. I had never seen the look ofdesire on her face before.”Can you keep a secret with me just like you kept with your mother?”Helen asked with a devilish grin.”I can if you never tell anyone what I told you,” I replied, not quiteknowing what to expect.”Come over her and kneel in front of me,” she instructed. “Kiss and lickmy dirty pussy just like you did with your naughty mommy and try to guesswho’s cum you’re tasting. I think if your slutty wife found out therewould be hell to pay.”I went and did what I was instructed to do and was rewarded when Helenlocked her hips around my head and buckled into a strong orgasm. I knewimmediately from the unique taste of her pussy that Rob had made anocturnal visit to Helen’s apartment the last evening. It was the secondtime in 24 hours that I had tasted his cum and I was beginning to developan appreciation for it. Just as Helen’s orgasm peaked the sixth hot rushof the morning engulfed me, far stronger than the five previous ones.This time the room spun twice and I lost track of time completely. When Irecovered and, after Helen had gently moved my head aside, I opened myeyes and tried to recall why I was on my knees staring at a smooth shavedvagina and why my mouth tasted of cum and pussy juices. Once again I rodethe waves of pleasure as the superior forces of oestrogen overpowered myever diminishing reserve of testosterone. It felt as if my little prickwas shrinking further into nothingness as my breasts grew more and moresensitive. Rather than being alarmed by the sensation I actually cravedmore and felt like begging Helen for another, stronger dose of thehormones.