It was later that same night that Jason decided he wanted his own ladies clothes. Wearing his mother's was nice and all, but sooner or later, he knew they might run into wanting to wear the same things at the same time. So each took a shower, then went into Marissa's closet to get dressed together. It was difficult for Jason to control himself, being naked in front of his mother, while she was naked before him as well. She had such a perfect body! Hour-glass shape, smooth skin, completely shaved, and ever so perky breasts.
In order to avoid getting a hard-on, Jason concentrated on picking out what he would wear. First, he went into the underwear drawer, finding a pair of black, satin boy-shorts panties. Not even realizing it, he pulled them up slowly, losing himself to the feel of them against his cock and ass. He may not have been hard yet, but he was certainly growing horny.
He matched the panties with a black sports bra, the rear of the shoulder straps connected in the back center. Next, he covered his legs in a pair of opaque, black pantyhose, dark enough to cover his leg hair. As well, it made his legs feel so silky smooth. As he held a black half-slip in his hands, he paused before stepping into it. Jason looked to his mother, who was currently stepping into a blue full-body slip. Underneath it, she was already wearing sheer, lacy black panties, and a four-hook garter belt holding black thigh highs. Once the slip was pulled all the way up, Jason finally spoke.
"Mom, I have a problem," he said.
Marissa turned to her son, looking down at the circle of pre-cum in the front of the panties he wore, just at the end of his stiff shaft that pointed directly at her. "I can see that," she said, with a sly smile. Jason looked down at himself, suddenly embarrassed, and turned away. Marissa giggled. "Oh, you don't have to be shy."
"That's not the problem, mom," Jason said quickly. "I know I said that I don't want to wear male clothes anymore, but I'm just not sure I'm ready to be seen cross dressed in public yet."
Marissa thought for a moment, looking at her son. She had a sudden idea that she was certain would work out. "Take off the bra," she told her son, grabbing a different one. Jason did as he was told. Marissa then handed him a padded bra, one that did not need to be stuffed, helping him to close the clasp in back. "You can go ahead and put that slip on, then." Hesitantly, Jason stepped into it. He waited for the next few moments, as his mother picked out a skirt and blouse for him to wear. The skirt was black, and just long enough to cover the slip. The band stretched like elastic, but the skirt was overall, loose. Tucked into that, was the light blue, look-of-denim blouse that Marissa had chosen.
"Follow me," said Marissa.
She led Jason into the master bathroom, just off of the bedroom, where she applied some makeup to her son's face. Over his eyelids was sparkly silver eye shadow, completed by black eyeliner. His lips were turned a luscious ruby red, and the entirety of his face was given enough foundation to smooth his skin. There was no stubble, as Jason kept his face shaved close. When the look was finished, Marissa turned Jason toward the mirror. "What do you think?"
"It's great, mom," Jason said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But what about my short hair that you can't do anything with? Won't that be a dead giveaway?"
"Of course not," Marissa assured him. "I'm gonna get you a wig, and you can wait in the car until I bring it out to you." Marissa led her son back into the bedroom and stopped, sitting Jason on the edge of the bed. "Now... what to do about that.
" Jason was still rock hard, which brought a smile to his mother's face. With her hands on his ankles, Marissa began slowly feeling her way up Jason's legs. Her fingers slid underneath the skirt and slip, bringing both garments up with them. At his waist now, she hooked her pretty little fingers under the waistband of both the pantyhose and panties that her son wore, finally freeing his erection.
Jason leaned back on his elbows, moaning with pleasure as his mother took the length of him into her mouth. She sucked him firmly, enough that Jason felt the pull, then slowly lowered herself again, until her chin touched his balls. Marissa continued on like this, not changing her technique at all, knowing that Jason would do that himself. When he finally wanted more and could not contain the desire, Jason grabbed his mother's hair and guided her back, as he stood to his feet. Taking over, Jason began fucking his mother's mouth again. This time, she was able to take it without gagging or coughing. She simply moaned until she was squealing, squeezing her son's ass firmly. She held him to herself tight when he came, making sure to swallow every last drop.
Finally, Marissa pulled her mouth from her son's cock. "I've got to finish getting dressed," she told him casually. "I'll bring some shoes out for you."
But Jason wanted more. He followed his mother back into the closet. She grabbed a navy blue pencil skirt, but before she could put it on, Jason put a hand on her back, making sure she could not stand up straight. When Marissa froze, Jason moved his hands to her hips, pulling her body close. Though going limp, his cock was still free; he pressed it between his mother's ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun, over her panties and slip. He began to grind her, bringing himself back to erection.
"Oh, mother," he whispered. When he was fully erect once more, he reached under his mother's slip and pulled her panties down to her ankles. He used his cock to lift the back of Marissa's slip, until it found her vagina, wet and ready to receive her son. He slid himself inside, pushing forward hard enough to bring his mother forward to her knees. He fucked her slow, but had tightened every muscle in his body to maximum pleasure.
Jason slowly began picking up speed, until he was pumping his mother so hard that his skin literally slapped against his. Suddenly, he climaxed again. He grabbed a handful of his mother's hair and pulled hard, as his cock shot a second load of hot, creamy cum into her pussy. Marissa screamed as well, her own body coming to orgasm. When it was all over, Jason and Marissa finally finished getting dressed and ready to shop.*****
Buying a wig had been quick and easy. Jason had gone from having short brown hair, to shoulder length black hair with bangs that reached his eyebrows. With his complete look, Jason no longer looked even remotely male. As such, he and his mother agreed they could not continue calling him "Jason" in public. Instead, she would address her son-turned-daughter as Jocelyn.
In the clothing store, no one seemed to notice. To every other customer in there, they were simply another mother-daughter pair shopping together; nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, when Jason went to try things on, he was able to use the women's dressing room with no problems. He went in there with a few dresses, liking the way he looked in each one. The last one he tried looked a bit like a prom dress. It was neon pink, the short dress coming only to halfway above his knees. It was spaghetti strap and simple, the skirt part starting immediately beneath the bust line.
"Hey, mom?" Jason called, in a very convincing feminine voice. "Can you come in here for a moment? I need some help with this dress." Marissa came in quickly, closing the door behind her as she spoke.
"Jocelyn, that's a very simple dress, what could you possibly--" It was all she was able to say, as Jason began kissing her full on the lips when the door was closed. Without thinking, Marissa returned the kiss, the pair allowing themselves to become enveloped in one another.
"Don't you think this dress is sexy on me?" Jason said through a heavy whisper, lifting his mother's skirt and slip.
"Oh, yes, Jocelyn," Marissa replied, trying to stay quiet as well. "Mommy thinks you look very sexy." She lifted Jason's dress as well, freeing his cock through a leg hole of the panties and stroking him to erection. As Jason kissed his mother's neck, he tried pulled her panties to one side so he could slide into her. When it wouldn't slide far enough, Jason grabbed Marissa panties with both hands, ripping it a little. "Oh god!" said Marissa, nearly loud enough to be heard. Jason kissed her to quiet her, shoving his cock into his mother's pussy for the second time that day. He fucked her quick, knowing there was not much time for them in a dressing room.
Jason finished hard, feeling his mother cum with him. She kept her lips locked to his, kissing him hard so she would not squeal. When they were done, and their bodies relaxed, Marissa rested her face in Jason's should for a moment. "I love you, Jocelyn," she whispered, using the feminine name regardless.
"I love you too, mom," said Jason. "Hurry out, I have to get dressed."
--To Be Continued
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