Some cool table cigarette lighter images:
Can I smoke a cigarette in peace? (Sara)
Image by Wasfi Akab
Ballpoint pen on paper, 1996
(21 x 29.7 cm – 8.3 x 11.7 in)
Make up and Dangle a St Moritz
Image by Marie Smoking TS
It was during the school summer holiday when I was 13 that I started to wear my mother’s clothes. I would wake up early and knew that I would simply have to dress up that and so could hardly contain my excitement until everyone else in the house left for work.
I could hardly get into my mother’s clothes quickly enough and even when I was getting everything together from her drawers and wardrobe my cock would start to go very hard.
First of all I would put her bra on. I always fastened it prior to putting on and then pulling into into position over my head. Then I would put on her knickers. I pulled them into position and as I did so the knickers forced up my erection and held it in place against my body. I always picked a pair of knickers that my mother had worn the previous day so they smelled of her and often contained some of her juices that had dried onto the silky material. Feeling my cock touching these stains drove me wild and I had to fight hard not to make myself cum there and then. I knew that I needed to have sex with my mother urgently and dressing in her clothes brought me closer to her. I used to love to smell her used knickers and suck and lick the crotch wishing that it was her pussy and anus I had I my mouth. That would come sooner than I ever dared to dream.
Next I pulled on her black tights which went right up to my stomach and made my legs feel so smooth and glossy – I had no need of shaving them then! My mother had various silk blouses but I particularly loved to put on a scarlet one with tight buttoned cuffs and wide sleeves. I would then slip into one of her black pencil skirts which held my cock even more tightly into position.
Dressed like this, I would then sit down at her dressing table and light one of her cigarettes, taking a couple of drags before resting it on the ashtray while I started to apply her make-up. I would smoke while I was making up my face just like I watched my mother doing many times as a younger child…and now it was ME sitting at her dressing table wearing her clothes, smoking and putting on her make up!! I really had to struggle not to wank off at this point. I found the whole process such a turn on – my cock was straining desperately under the skirt and knickers.
I took little time to learn how to apply my make-up well – as I said I had had years of watching my mother’s technique. I used to love to smother my face in her foundation, apply two tone eyeshadow, draw in two black eyebrows and then to brush my eyelashes thickly with mascara. I saw how my mother defined her cheekbones with blusher and did the same with my own. Of course, I always took special delight in putting on her lipstick. Her favoured shade and mine was bright red and was so thick and creamy. To think that I was painting my own lips with something that that very morning my mother had used on hers was soooooo hot and made me feel so much a part of her.
Still sitting at the dressing table, I would then put on my mothers jewellery – one of her necklaces, a bracelet or two and then a pair of her bing, dangly clip-on ear-rings. I would also make sure that my fingers were covered with as many of her rings as I could find.
Once I had bejewelled myself, I stepped into a pair of her high heels. My favourite were a red patent leather pair with 4 inch heels. After a couple of times I had become very adept at walking in high heels and loved the way that wearing them pointed my feet gracefully in front of me and automatically tilted my hips and pushed my bum out.
All this time I was still very turned on with my poor little cock throbbing away. As I lit another cigarette and stopped to admire myself in the full length mirror, I was fit to burst and often found myself cumming involuntarily when my reflection showed me how much like my mother I had already become. Although I was only 13, the make up and clothes gave me the appearance of a young woman in her late teens. I would end each session by having another cigarette and wanking off and after a few times of dressing, I found I had developed an urge to wank while sliding a heel of one of Mom’s shoes into my anus and pretending it was a cock.
After a short while I longed for others to see me as a woman and at first I used to venture out into the back garden fully dressed and made up and wearing my mother’s fur coat and black leather gloves to smoke a cigarette. While I knew the chances where that most of the neighbours would be out during the day, I found going outside en femme to carry a significant amount of risk and therefore to be very exciting. You can imagine my alarm when on the second occasion I did this, our next door neighbour but one, an older lady named Mrs Nicholson, popped out into her garden and definitely caught sight of this glamourously dressed young woman before the latter had the chance to scuttle quickly inside!
This experience frightened me so much that it was several days before I even considered getting dressed up again and at one point I even swore to myself that I would stop dressing in my mother’s clothes. I lived in dread that Mrs Nicholson may come around and tell my mother and step-father that she had seen me dressed up.
However, as a week or two had passed and nothing seemed to have taken place to suggest Mrs Nicholson had seen anything after all, I decided one morning near the end of the school holidays, to give into my yearnings and dress up as my mother again. Just as I had finshed dressing and was reclining on the sofa, cigarette in one hand and glass of wine in the other, my mother’s car pulled up totally unexpectedly in the drive and before I could even get up from the sofa, my mother burst in through the door…
My mother later informed me that her "surprise" return home had been totally planned. Apparently, a couple of days after my garden encounter with Mrs Nicholson, my mother had met her in the street and the old lady had remarked to my mother that she didn’t realise that my mother had such an attractive younger sister. As Mom did not have any kind of sister she was very obviously most intrigued to learn more from Mrs Nicholson, especially as the latter’s description indicated to my mother that the mystery woman possessed an identical coat to hers.
Mom told me that she had guessed what was going on immediately and although she did not let on to Mrs Nicholson, she wanted to catch me in the act. She also said that she had been suspicious for some weeks after having discovered an extra lipstick stained cigarette end in the ashtray one day and also some identified stains in her knickers in the wash-basket. My mother said that planned to find me dressed up so I would not be able to deny it and furthermore ever since she had spoken to Mrs Nicholson, Mom had been very turned on by the prospect of making me into a woman and was excited to witness and encourage the transformation of her little boy into her little daughter.
"But Mom, how did you know that I would be dressing up today?!" I asked her incredulously. "The way you looked at what I was wearing before I went out of the house this morning. And the way you were watching me smoking. Marie, a mother knows her daughter!"