Becoming Amy

I knelt there a few moments looking at the pale sticky mess inside those black silk panties. At first I just wondered how I was going to clean them up, but soon that turned in to wondering what it tasted like. Then suddenly I was licking it up, swirling it around my mouth and swallowing it. I licked and sucked as much up as I possibly could then started to clean up. Taking off the clothes and putting them back, except the stained panties. Disposing of the condom and returning the vibe and washing my face of the make-up. Just as I was finishing up I heard a car door close outside and just knew it was Mum. I dashed into my room and into bed naked, stuffing the soiled panties under my pillow just as she walked in the door. She came up to me to check I was alright and say good night. My heart was pounding the whole time, I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to being caught and hoping I’d got everything put away just right as I’d had no time for my usual double check. After leaving my room I heard mum go to the toilet and then to her room. She spent a few minutes in there before going down stairs. I’d got away with it.

Once I knew I was safe I took the knickers from under my pillow and put them back on. To this day I still don’t know why. Maybe after my near miss I was feeling uncatchable, or maybe I wanted to be caught. I just don’t know. I had plenty more nights like that night, without nearly getting caught that is. I’d always stash the soiled knickers till I could wash the stain out as much as I could before putting them in the laundry basket to be washed properly. I never got caught and soon I out grew my mothers clothes as within a year I was over a foot taller than her. Some time later, after getting a computer I made some friends online who also liked to dress. One was kind enough to send me some sexy knickers in the post. I took to wearing them every night to bed. But then I met Samantha. We fell in love quite quickly and eventually moved in together.. I was too scared to tell Sam about my dressing so I stopped; after all, she wore enough sexy clothes for the both of us. At least, that worked for a while. After about a year of marriage Sam was spending more time visiting friends and my urges to dress were growing again.