I tried to make sense of it all as I walked home in the cool night air. It was difficult to accept that I'd enjoyed the evening with so much mistreatment. But it felt like we were all still friends, just as Susan had said at the very beginning. And you couldn't say I wasn't more popular now for being invited, or that I hadn't had loads (and loads and loads...) of fun. But there was a definite pecking order in the group and I obviously had a very different part to play from everyone else. That was OK; every clique at school had its leaders, followers, and the kid who endured all the kidding and practical jokes for some degree of belonging and acceptance. This one just involved wearing lingerie and giving blowjobs.
I felt strangely content and fulfilled, even after everything I'd been subjected to at the party. Wearing lingerie had been unsettling at first, but it was also thrilling and just seemed right for me in a way that was hard to explain. I knew it would take some time and practice to get good at it, just as it had with sucking cocks. Was it embarrassing and humiliating being such a sissy giving head in front of audience the entire evening? Certainly, but that didn't spoil my enjoyment--it was an essential part of it somehow. I wasn't sure it even counted as humiliation, since I'd only been doing exactly what I wanted to do. I was very confused.
In the midst of all these musings I realized just how late it was. My parents had told me to be home by eleven and it was past midnight by now. Maybe they had given up waiting and gone to bed. Or maybe they had at least retired to their bedroom so I could sneak in, ditch the lingerie and jelly, and clean up a bit before they saw me looking like this.
That didn't happen. The living room lights were on and I braced myself to go in and accept the consequences. I had a certain amount of false courage from still being halfway drunk.
Both my parents were waiting in the living room. "Hi, Don," my mom greeted me as I opened the door.
"Hi. Mom." I lamely tried hiding the lingerie and the jelly behind my back, but it didn't work.
"Sit down, son. How was the party?"
"It was fun." They couldn't help staring at all the cum on my face and especially the smeared eye makeup.
"Who was there?"
There was nothing to do but be honest. "About a dozen guys. Kids from school and some adults." Mom and dad looked at each other but didn't freak out. "And the one girl who invited me."
"Was there drinking?"
"Yeah."
"Any drugs?"
"No."
"Did you have sex?"
"Um, yeah." Talk about a rhetorical question.
"With the girl or the guys?"
"Some of the guys. All of them, really. That's why I was invited. They dressed me up and I sucked their cocks until they came in my mouth. Su—my friend teased and stroked me so I'd stay excited."
I was surprised how easy it was to share all of this with mom. Confessing what I'd done gave me the same mix of excitement and shame I'd felt earlier. My dad was listening, too, shifting around his chair and rearranging his cock in his pants. I could tell he was getting pretty hard from my description.
"And that's the lingerie you were wearing?"
"Yeah. My friend brought this outfit for me to wear, but she had to leave before I was done giving blow jobs. I'm supposed to return to her it next week at school."
Mom was surprisingly supportive. "It's OK, Don. Really. We've seen what you go through at school, how you get infatuated with girls but never get anywhere and just make yourself miserable. We noticed how you started coming home a little late most Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, and wondered if you had found another way to, um, get some companionship and have a little fun. We understand all that."
"Parties like this could actually be what's best for you. You're a smart kid, but you're insecure, meek, skinny, and uh, not particularly endowed. All those things make it hard to get a girlfriend, but they're a real advantage attracting men who like teen boys. Especially once you start dressing up as a girl. You can be popular and have as many "dates" as you want now. Tonight's proof of that."
"And don't worry if you get a little anxious or embarrassed at times, or even feel ashamed afterwards. That's just part of being a sissy. You'll get used to it, although it hard getting over it entirely."
"Don't be scared, Don. Maybe this just is who you are. I remember how you behaved back in early elementary school, playing house and spending time with girls instead of other boys. It was clear that you were different by the time you were six or seven, even it didn't have anything to do with sex yet."
"Well, some kids—"
"—Let's not go there, Robert." Mom cut dad off pretty quickly before he had the chance to add something. He was blatantly rubbing his cock through his pants by now in full view of mom and me. I guess that mom had her way of showing me her support, and dad had his.
Mom continued. "We're still your parents, though, so we need to know this is what you really want to do and that you're staying safe."
"I am, mom, really." I should have expected this part was coming, no matter how supportive they were.
"You're certain no one made you do anything against your will?"
"Yes, I'm sure." I skipped over how Susan and everyone else hadn't been exactly straight with me, both about why I'd been invited in the first place and then getting and keeping me pretty drunk all night.
"And there really weren't any drugs?"
"Just beer, honest."
"That's OK, most kids are drinking beer by your age. You see any money change hands?"
"No. Why would it?" I honestly had no idea.
"I'll explain later. I guess it all sounds OK, although you were a little late getting home."
Dad spoke up again. "What's the dildo for?"
"They call it a jelly. They gave it to me so I could practice."
"Practice what?"
"You know..."
"No, I don't. Sucking or fucking?"
"Um, sucking, so I don't gag so much. I don't really feel much like getting fucked yet."
"Can you show us?"
"Robert!" Mom seemed taken aback by the suggestion.
"It's OK, Carol. "You just told Don he could be himself. He's been sucking cocks for two or three years now, so it's not like we're corrupting him. It's a good way to see if he really likes what he's doing."
My mom was silent. I looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, grasped the jelly in both hands, and slowly plunged it down into my throat. It was thick but pliable, and I swallowed about half of it without much trouble. I started working it back and forth in my throat in front of my parents.
"That's pretty good. Try swallowing a little."
"Really!"
I tried squeezing the jelly with my throat muscles, but it made me gag and I had to stop.
I looked over at my folks. My mom was looking down at the floor and seemed embarrassed, but dad had unzipped his pants and was openly stroking his cock.
"That was pretty good, son. Can you come over now and show me how much you like the real thing?"
"Robert!!"
"Just relax, Carol. It's the best way to know if he really enjoys it, that he's not just being bullied by men and boys bigger than him. And I could really use the attention about now, anyway. We haven't fucked all week, and I've been getting hornier all evening wondering what Don was up to at his party. And this conversation hasn't exactly helped." He kept on stroking his cock while he talked.
"Well, just this once, then. I guess it's useful...and we are all family..." Mom acted like she disapproved but it didn't seem to bother dad in the slightest.
I was still somewhat drunk, even if I was getting fatigued and starting to have a headache. I got up from my chair and crawled over to dad on my hands and knees. He truly did have a nice long, thick, uncut cock. I used to look at it all the time as a little kid when he peed in front of me in the bathroom, very intrigued and curious about why it needed to be so big. Well, now I knew.
I took him in my mouth quickly before I could think too much about what I was doing. But once you start sucking on a family member's, um, member, it really doesn't seem or feel especially different from anyone else. I just licked, sucked, and bobbed my lips up and down as usual, hoping to demonstrate how much I liked sucking cock so I could keep going to parties. Soon I wasn't thinking about any of that, or even the fact that was I sucking dad's cock in front of my mom. I was lost in the moment, focusing on the precious gift I'd received and trying hard to pleasure and worship it as well as I possibly could.
Mom was silent, so I can't tell you whether she was actually watching us or not. In a few minutes dad's cock went rock hard and his balls started to tighten, and then he pulled my head down to the base and came at the top of my throat. I licked and cleaned him gently afterwards and finally backed away from his crotch and looked up at his face once we were done.
Dad was beaming. "He likes it, Carol. He's hot. Reminds me of when we used to have babysitters."
"I'm so happy for you, dear. We'll talk more tomorrow. Let's get ready for bed and get some sleep."
We all said goodnight. I finally cleaned off my face and went back to my bedroom. I got out of my clothes and decided to try sleeping in the panties and nightie just to see how it would feel. I slept that way almost every night from then on, even without any of Susan's encouragement.
[To be continued. Send comments to laceyfemme@yahoo.com, and please consider making a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ .]