My aunt made me a transvestite

I learned many things that day. I found out how different makeup can make a person look. How good lipstick feels when wearing it. How pretty and sexy I looked. I also learned what an aroused pussy smells like. My aunt was having a ball and enjoying making us into her little whores. She rubbed against me with her pussy while putting lipstick on me and her sheer panties were wet. She had gotten sexually aroused with us. I could smell her pussy and loved her scent. I also know she knew she was rubbing her wet pussy on me too. She wanted me to feel it.

Her son knew how to apply makeup and was good at it, from that day forward he and I would sit at her vanity and make ourselves up every chance we had alone. We would get made up and wear her negligees and panties and prance around the house and play with our cocks. I have a small penis but my cousin loved it and could not keep his hands off of it. He jacked me off or sucked on it every day. We would jack off together, jack each other off and suck each others cock while wearing my aunt's lingerie in her bed. We turned into two insatiable whores when we were dressed and made up. We both loved how pretty it all looked and I was hooked for life! It's all about how it feels and the presentation of the cock, that make transvestites so hot looking. We enjoyed dressing together and getting each other off for several years. He was a hot little dick sucker and loved cock. I was lucky my first cock sucking experience was with a person that truly loved sucking a dick. He taught me at a young age a guy has never really had his cock sucked until he lets another guy suck it for him. His mother knew we were having sex with each other. She never confronted us about it, but she would leave things lying around for us to wear during the day when we were alone. My cousin is the reason I'm bisexual to this day. I love him for it too!

Now that I'm grown and an older man now, I look back and think about how my aunt surely knew we were wearing her lingerie, nylons and heels while made up. Women know where their things are in their drawers and if their lingerie has been moved. We didn't care and she didn't either. She had accomplished her mission. She turned us on to the fineness and feel of women's garments. It was heaven!