... a story of a family I know well... this involves crossdressing, humiliation, and incest between parents and their adult children...
Shaking hands and offering a tender hug to Pastor Paul, the well-dressed and groomed, mid-sixties couple smile and thank him for a spiritually rewarding Sunday service. They walk hand-in-hand from their place of worship to the gleaming 7-series luxury sedan parked at the front of the lot due to their significance within the congregation.
Whitney and Charles ... the short drive from church to home is a quiet drive with only Whitney speaking of a few passages shared by Pastor Paul. Just before pulling into the long driveway, the gentle chimes of Whitney's phone rings. "Yes, honey ... Mother is listening," is Whitney speaking to the younger of their two male children. Charles pulls into the driveway and silences the auto. He slips from the drivers seat, opens Whitney's door but moves away as she speaks on the phone and shows no sign of exiting.
Charles passes through the living room to the back of their home and the Mistress bedroom as it has been renamed. He slips off his expensive suit coat and unfastens his tie as he looks in the full-length mirror. His skin-smooth bald head glints with the morning sun shining through the large window. "I will tell your father that you love him," Whitney signs off and silences the phone. "Michael is having marital problems. Danielle asked if they could take a break so Michael will be staying with us for a time."
Charles turns, his belt unfastened with tailored dress shirt and tie already removed. His white lace brassiere covering his torso with the garter belt evident in open trousers if Whitney had taken the moment to notice. Their older son, Andrew, had recently decided to move back from New York and had asked to stay with them until he was settled. Charles slipped off his trousers and proceeded to hang them with his suit coat in the expansive closet. Exiting the closet, he now stands before Whitney in white lace bra with matching garter and thong, sheer nude stockings and open-toed heels.
"Having both the boys at home will unsettle our routine just a little bit but we will persevere for them. It's not as if we have ever kept our personal lives a secret from them. And they will need our love and care as they both are going through bumps in their lives," Whitney said to Charles before gently caressing his panty and feeling the bump of steel that traps his penis. Whitney's hand slips away and turns so Charles may undress her as if he is Whitney's chambermaid.
***
Pastor Paul has joined Whitney and Charles for Sunday evening supper as is the twice-a-month tradition. Paul is married to Charles's sister but she sits at home waiting for her husband to return. Charles moves about the kitchen preparing the meal while his wife and brother-in-law sip red wine and discuss the mornings sermon. Charles now wears a shoulder length black wig with bangs. He wears a conservative grey sweater dress with his heels and feels much more comfortable for his appearance.
Both Paul and Whitney are respectably dressed though Whitney does not wear a bra and her heavy breasts and fat nipples are evident. They sit on the couch holding hands and speaking softly to one another. Dinner in the formal dining room is served by Charles. Then he takes his place at the far end of the table, almost an observer to the meal. Acting also as the traditional 'woman of the house', he will rise to refill their wine glasses without being asked.
With dinner complete, Charles tends to clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen. As Whitney tends to Paul. They have adjourned to the Mistress bedroom. Whitney has shed her dress and panty's, now only in garter and stockings and heels. Paul carefully removes his suit and underwear then turns to Whitney as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her hands slide around his hips to dig manicured nails into his asscheeks. Taking his soft uncut cock into her mouth, she feels him begin to grow.
Unlike the smooth all-over appearance of her husband, Paul is a hirsute man with dark hair though some of it now grey. As his cock grows, his head now pushes to Whitney's throat. She pulls on his foreskin to expose him and press her lips about his shaft. Her left hand presses against her bald cunt, fingering her wetness and teasing her aroused clitoris. With Paul now erect, Whitney slips her mouth from him and lays back on the large bed. Her legs open, her cunt glistening for him.
Pastor Paul moves between her thighs and mounts his sister-in-law in the classic missionary position. His mouth drops to suckle her right nipple, pulling her fat nub deep. His cock presses and Whitney gasps loudly as his thick cock plows her pussy. Her body pushes upwards to take his cock. Dropping her tit from his lips, Paul begins to fornicate with his favorite parishioner. For nearly ten minutes his cock rides deep within her body and brings her to multiple orgasms. As perspiration drips from his brow, he pushes fast and deep with his cock. Eyes close as he feels the rush of semen flooding Whitney's cunt before collapsing atop her with a soft "Amen".
***
A simple lavender lace nightie with thong panty, Charles slips into the dark bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he walks to the bed and gently pulls back the sheets to slip in beside his eldest son. Andrew had not yet fallen asleep though the day of travel had him weary. He opens his brown doe-like eyes to see his father in nightie joining him in his bed. "Your Mother - always concerned about you - thought you might need some help relaxing." Charles's voice was soft, his hand reaching out to feel his son's soft cock twitch.
For reasons he did not understand, Charles was pleased to find Andrew sleeping nude. He put his hand on the smooth chest before moving slowly and tenderly over Andrew's belly before feeling his mound of pubes then his soft cock. His hand slips around his son's cock and begins to slowly massage with his fingers and thumb. Andrew's long blonde hair falls across his face as he rolls slowly onto his back. He now feels the weight of his father's torso move across his upper thigh and lips kissing on his belly and groin.
This is not the first time for Charles with Andrew but it has been years - it was before Andrew had moved across country to live. He wished that Whitney had allowed him a wig tonight but she was clear that he would go to their son with his bald head. She knew this always humiliated her husband to not look so feminine when being asked to be. As Andrew's cock began to stiffen, Charles presses his lips around the head and began to suck. His hand continues to stroke from balls to his own lips making Andrew hard.
In the next bedroom down the hall, Whitney had entered shortly after Charles had done the same. Michael was still awake and scrolling through his phone. He looked up when the door opened and was not completely surprised to see his mother standing in the doorway. Her large, creamy breasts hang softly under the sheer material tied only at the waist. She walks towards her younger son on heeled slippers with sheer thong barely concealing her smooth vagina. Michael sets down his phone and pulls back the covers.
His cock soft as his Mother gazed at his nude body. His chin covered with a couple days stubble making him appear a few years older than he is. Whitney sits on the bed near the mid-section of Michael, her hand gently stroking his cheek. Michael's eyes flicked from her face to her heavy breasts and back to her eyes. Whitney, ever seductive, casually pulled on the tie to expose her torso and breasts to Michael. "Now, my handsome Michael, lay back and let Mother take care of you."
