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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

                     Mother & Sissy: A Love Story

     Sissy loved Mother.  He knew that had she not "selected" him that
he would be dead today.  If some freak had not killed him in a fit of
passion then he would have contracted AIDS.  If his pimp had not
killed him then he would have overdosed from some type of drug.  He
had escaped years of abuse by running to the city, where he simply
faced another form of abuse.  Hunger and cold were not foreign to
Sissy, nor was violence.

     Mother loved Sissy.  She had recognized him immediately for what
he was:  a male hustler.  Hanging out at the bus station wearing
shorts in December was a dead giveaway, as was the flowered shirt.
Close up, she could see the mascara and the liquid foundation covering
sallow skin and a bruise administered by a pimp.

     Sissy loved Mother.  At first he had thought she was simply
another middle- aged matron looking to pick up an 18 year old kid to
live out a long-held fantasy.  Instead she had brought him to her home
and began a program of "tough love."  She had handcuffed him and
forced him onto a single bed, quickly tying him down with nylon
stockings to cease his thrashing about.  He had been shocked and
embarrassed when she tore his cheap, effeminate clothing from him and
put diapers and rubber panties on him.  She had administered pain
killers and valium to him, so as to help him cure his addiction.  He
had lain on that bed for three weeks, wetting and pooping into his
diapers, which Mother changed with loving care.  Mother had put one of
her nighties on him, the better to get to his diapers than it would
have been through pajamas.  She fed him with baby bottles and gave him
vitamins and nutrient supplements as she cradled his head and gave him
his bottle.

     Mother loved Sissy.  He had looked so cute in his diapers,
despite his withdrawal from the drugs.  She could see by the look on
his face when she changed his diapers and plastic panties that he had
become used to, and dependent on the diapers and on her.  When she
first put the pink nightgown on him, he had looked embarrassed, but
she could also see from his recovering sexual response that he had
liked the idea.  As time went by, he began to show involuntary sucking
motions when she came into his room with a baby bottle...just like
little babies do when feeding time approaches.  He nuzzled her breast
during feeding and gave off little cooing sounds when she allowed him
to suckle her nipples.

     Sissy loved Mother.  She was a large woman, but quite stylish.
She was always perfectly coiffed and her makeup, though heavy, was
sexy and perfect also.  Mother always wore dresses regardless of where
she was.  Runs in her nylons were unheard of, as were chips or smudges
on her perfectly shaped and manicured nails.  She always wore jewelry
and high heels.  She wore expensive, sometimes oppressive perfume,
which smelled nice as she hugged Sissy.  It was during their hugs that
Sissy realized that Mother wore very heavy foundation garments.  Her
business outfits were always the height of fashion, and he admired and
loved her when she wore a mink that she had obviously paid a great
deal for.

     Mother loved Sissy.  Sissy was thin and blond.  He had not
objected too strenuously when she asked him if she could color his
hair a "sweeter" blond than it was already.  He had lain still as she
used a depilatory on his legs and underarms while he was confined to
his "crib."  Sissy had recognized that Mother liked to fuss with his
hair, and especially liked to put it in rollers and style it
afterwards.  She said that she had always wished she had had a little
girl to do these things for.  As Sissy showed more and more signs of
recovery, she also showed signs of being a very compliant "little
girl."

     Sissy loved Mother.  After a month of bed confinement he did not
have to say anything about his growing sexual tension...she had
recognized it quite easily.  Mother had promised that if he was a
"good gir...boy" she would give him "Treat #1" before bed that night.
Sissy had been very good indeed, and that night he found out what
Treat #1 was...Mother removed his plastic panties and tenderly pulled
off his diapers.  Mother then used a Baby Wipe to clean him off,
smiling at his growing excitement.  Mother then brought a bottle of
warm baby oil into the room and rubbed it all over Sissy's crotch and
bottom.  Mother then took his shaft in her hand and began to slowly
and sweetly stroke him until he thought he would go wild.  He was able
to look up and see her perfectly polished nails as she stroked him
closer and closer to orgasm.  As she felt him begin to come she held
his head in her arms as he came repeatedly all over himself.  She
whispered sweet words and kissed Sissy deeply as he sagged afterwards,
and then gently cleaned him up and rediapered him for the night.

     Mother loved Sissy.  He was becoming so compliant and dependent
on her, just like a little baby.  She knew that Sissy would do
whatever Mother asked.  She had seen evidence of his continuing
recovery in his erection the other night, and knew that it was time
for her to make him even more compliant, more grateful, and more
dependent on Mother.  She had begun to plant an idea in his mind, when
she had "accidently" began to call him a "good gir..."  She had been
there, holding him tenderly when he had experienced his first
"healthy" sexual release in 2 years.  She had made that moment
"special" for Sissy, and she would do it often in the future.  Last
night she knew that she was making progress in her plan when she
accidently "forgot" to put a diaper on Sissy at bedtime.  Sissy had
called her back, to remind her to diaper him.  Mother also had begun
to allow Sissy to "choose" which nightgown she would put on him each
night.

     Sissy loved Mother.  He loved it when Mother changed his diaper
and rubbed baby oil on him.  He loved her Treat #1's.  Sissy also
loved that Mother allowed him to choose which nightie he would wear at
night, just like a big gir...boy.  Mother had begun to ask him
recently if he had felt that he could be trusted to go without
handcuffs, and not run away to the streets again.  Sissy knew that
would never happen.  He loved Mother, and did not want to return to
life on the streets again.  He knew that he would do anything to stay
with Mother.

     Mother loved Sissy.  His recovery made a big step when she
allowed him out of his "crib" and removed his handcuffs.  He had
immediately hugged Mother and thanked her.  He gave her no argument
when she informed him that she had never expected to bring a young
male runaway home that night and had no boy's clothes to give him.
She had brought a pair of pink panties into the room, and helped Sissy
into the panties, as he stumbled, still not used to standing upright.
She asked him if would like to wear a nightie or one of her slips
around the house until she had time to get him proper clothing.  He
told her that, as much as he loved the nighties he had been wearing,
that he would like something a little different now.  She had quickly
retrieved a matching pink slip from her room and put it on him.  She
walked him to a mirror and showed him how unruly his hair had become,
and Sissy did not object when Mother washed it in the kitchen sink and
rolled it up in her pink rollers.  Sissy did not even realize that the
panties and slip he was wearing was exactly in his size, and not
Mother's, who was a much larger woman.

     Sissy loved Mother.  Although he had said nothing to her, he had
a feeling that she knew he liked the silky panties and slip she had
put on him.  He had also come to love the smell of his hair when
Mother washed and rolled it up, and then combed it out when it was
dry.  As Mother added conditioners and creme rinses Sissy became vain
about his hair, frequently looking in the mirror and pulling small
pieces down on his forehead as bangs.  He began to run his fingers
through his hair, as did most girls his age.  Sissy did wish, however,
that Mother had a tv, or at least magazines that would interest him.
She had Ladies Home Journal, Redbook, Glamour, Cosmo, etc. which Sissy
read while Mother was out of the house.  Sissy realized that he was
becoming something of an expert on hair care, makeup, and fashion.

     Mother loved Sissy.  Sissy did not question Mother's delay in
buying "proper" clothes.  Mother had dressed Sissy in his usual
panties and slip and had made ready to leave the house, for a "few
hours."  She had, however, decided to take a major move towards
Sissy's "recovery."  Mother had left a cute pink house dress on the
chair in the living room, which Sissy would be sure to see.  She had
also left out a tube of pink lipstick (Mother always wore Revlon's
Berry Rich Red) in the bathroom.  Mother had no plans to be gone for a
"few hours."  Sissy did see the dress, and apparently decided to see
what he would look like with a dress on, since he was already wearing
panties and a slip.  He put on the dress and went into the bathroom to
see what it looked like.  As he admired himself in the mirror, Sissy
looked down and saw the pink lipstick waiting for him.  Sissy had
hesitated, not wanting to take a chance, but caution soon took a back
seat to curiosity and he screwed the lovely color from the tube and
gave himself a double coating of the luscious lipstick.  He even
blotted it, and reapplied a third coat, as he had seen Mother do in
front of him daily.  Sissy looked in the mirror to see a very feminine
boy staring back at him.  He pouted his lips and made little kissing
motions, as he often had when he saw prospective gay customers on the
street.  And then he saw Mother standing outside the room watching
him.  He bolted towards his room and slammed the door behind himself,
embarrassed at what she had seen.  Mother followed him, opened the
door and stood with the door to her back.

     Sissy loved Mother.  She had not laughed at him the day she had
caught him wearing the dress and the lipstick.  She just told him that
he looked very nice.  When he blushed and said he was sorry for
putting on the dress and lipstick, she came and hugged him.  Mother
asked Sissy if he loved Mother.  When he shook his head yes, she asked
him if Mother wore dresses and lipstick.  When he said yes, she asked
him if Mother looked nice.  He smiled.  She asked him if that were
wrong...looking nice?  He shook his head no.  She then said that he
looked so nice that he deserved Treat # 2.  Mother sat Sissy on the
edge of the bed and raised his skirt to his waist.  Mother then tugged
Sissy's pink panties down to his ankles.  Mother ran her hands up his
thighs and began to fondle his little cock, small from embarrassment.
She gently rubbed his testicles and leaned over and licked the tip of
his cock, which jumped at her warm touch.  Mother took the head of his
cock in her mouth and began to wet it, and suck it.  Sissy moaned and
threw her head back on the bed.  Sissy moaned and squealed with each
movement, just as a girl would.  As Sissy became harder and harder,
Mother slipped her middle finger into Sissy's bottom and began to
gently move it in and out.  As Sissy approached orgasm, Mother reached
deeply into Sissy and massaged his prostate gland, which brought Sissy
to a quick, screaming glorious orgasm.  Mother sucked Sissy until he
was drained, and then licked his shrinking little penis nice and
clean.  Mother then pulled Sissy's panties up and told Sissy to make
"his" dress nice and neat.  After Mother and Sissy talked for a while,
Sissy agreed that wearing girl's clothes was fun and good for him.

     Mother loved Sissy.  Sissy took to girlhood like a fish to water.
Sissy loved bubble baths, and even liked to shave his legs and
underarms.  Floral dusting powder became part and parcel of Sissy's
bathing routine.  Mother enjoyed showing Sissy how to roll and set his
own hair, and Sissy loved to do Mother's hair also.  Evenings would
often be spent with Sissy doing her nails and then doing Mother's
finger and toenails.  Sissy almost died when Mother took her out to
buy "her" first bra, and Mother told the girl at the counter that her
son was a transvestite!  Mother showed Sissy how to wash and iron, and
Sissy took real pleasure in taking care of Mother's lingerie, lovingly
folding her panties, slips, and bras, and puting them neatly in
Mother's drawers.  Mother particularly loved dressing Sissy up.  She
loved the little girl dresses Mother bought for her, and the ruffled
panties and pretty bras to match.  Petticoats became Sissy's favorite
item of clothing, and Mother made sure that all of Sissy's clothes
were perfumed to a little girl sweetness.  Mother took greatest
pleasure in watching Sissy learn to use makeup.  She loved to watch
Sissy primping and preening for hours over "his" makeup.  Sissy tried
everything, frequently with disastrous results.  It was not uncommon
to have Sissy come running into the room crying when she poked her eye
with a mascara wand, or messed her eyeliner.  Mother showed Sissy how
to blend eye shadow and highlight his facial structure with blush.
Mother pierced Sissy's ears for her, and bought cute little girl
earrings for Sissy.  Mother showed Sissy how to walk in high heels and
how to sit like a little lady.  Sissy always sat with her knees
together in the evening, as she and Mother did needlepoint together in
the living room.  Sissy rarely walked without limp wrists any longer
and tears were a common sight along Sissy's cheeks.

     Sissy loved Mother.  This morning Mother had promised Sissy the
SPECIAL TREAT which Sissy had only had twice previously.  Mother said
that if Sissy could get herself completely and sweetly dressed up
without any help from Mother, then she would have the SPECIAL TREAT.
Sissy worked all day.  She bathed in bubble bath, shaved herself all
over.  She spent hours doing her hair in sausage curls, which she knew
Mother loved on her.  She wore her pink satin bra and panty set and
powdered herself all over.  She used double petticoats under her
dress.  Sissy was very careful with her nail polish, making sure there
were no streaks or smudges.  She wore pearl earrings and a pearl
necklace.  Her dress was a taffeta and chiffon pink "little girl"
party dress, with a wide satin sash about the waist.  She put on white
Mary Janes and carried a white patent leather purse.  Sissy had white
anklets on over her nylons, and white wrist length gloves, with a pink
ribbon.  Her makeup was perfect.  Light foundation, dark mascara, rose
blusher, a light blue shadow to set off her eyes, and pink lipstick
with a clear gloss over her lips.  Ten minutes before Mother was to
come home, Sissy stood in the living room so Mother would see her as
she entered the house.  Sissy was a Valentine's Card..all pink, and
white, and sweet-smelling, and just...beautiful..a vision of little
girl loveliness and sweetness.  When Mother walked into the house she
knew that she had accomplished her purpose.  Sissy was standing in the
living room looking like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Little Bo Peep,
and Shirley Temple all rolled into one.  Sissy curtsyed to Mother as
she had been taught, and blushed.  She twirled around a few times and
looked to Mother for approval.  Mother held out her arms, and Sissy
ran to her and hugged her.  Mother knew that Sissy was hers forever
now.  Sissy asked Mother if she might now have another SPECIAL TREAT?
Mother smiled and nodded to Sissy.  Sissy held the hem of her skirt as
she sank gracefully to her knees in front of Mother.  Mother leaned
over gently and lifted her own skirts for Sissy.  Sissy reached up and
unhooked Mother's nylons from the garter tabs of Mother's long legged
panty girdle.  Sissy reached up and gently tugged the panty girdle
down and Mother stepped from the nylons and girdle, which Sissy kissed
gently and placed on the nearby chair.  Sissy then reached up and
pulled down the black satin panties that Mother had worn that day and
placed them on the chair, also after a kiss.  Sissy then held Mother's
skirt hem up a little and opened her mouth and let her little, pink,
sissy tongue sweetly out of her mouth....and took Mother's cock gently
into her mouth and began to suck it.

                           Let me know what you think!  
                           Missy