Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 23:25:42 +0000
From: marcia st.denis <marciatv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Corruption - Chapter 2

We wrote this story with you, as a connoisseur of erotic transvestite
fiction, and your insatiable desire for the bliss of release uppermost in
our minds. We hope our tale will bring you much pleasure over many sessions.
Write to us if we have been successful. We would love to know that you
enjoyed our perverted little world of depraved people and sordid affairs.
Happy reading.

Corruption -- Chapter 2

By Marcia St. Denis (marciatv@hotmail.com)
and Erica Wright (aquietone@excite.com)
Copyright 2001. All rights reserved.


Chapter Two

Little Markie felt lost and he felt scared. Most nights now his father
didn't return from work until Mark was fast asleep. He had to take care of
himself but he also felt that he had to help take care of his Dad. He did
the shopping and the cooking and cleaning. He'd eat a little something and
retreat back into the soft comfort and quiet bliss of his mother's rooms.
He'd do his homework and then, because there wasn't a television in her
room, he would read whatever was handy.  At first, he'd felt bored reading
her old Vogues and Elles, Cosmopolitans and her romance novels. It seemed
like his mother had a real thing for feminine, helpless heroines, for women
who craved pleasing their men and for articles on new ways to make up your
eyes, give your man better orgasms or how to enhance your breasts. Markie
had noticed where she'd turned down page corners or highlighted articles. He
didn't even realize it was happening, but Mark began to find her world
fascinating. After re-reading what she'd left behind, Markie started buying
new copies to read.

He learned to recognize designers' styles and makes of shoes and purses. He
knew more about what was "in" and "hot" in accessories and jewelry and
cosmetics than any of the girls at school. On other nights he would go
through all of her things to see what she liked and what she had. Even two
years after her death he marveled at her sense of style and her taste. He
discovered that she had an unerring eye for timeless sexiness and many of
her dresses and outfits were still in fashion. But it was her full bureau of
lingerie that captivated him and occupied his entire interest. He especially
loved her soft, flowing, gossamer thin nightgowns and shortie babydolls and
peignoirs. He remembered the first night he tried one on crystal clearly. He
had soaked for an hour in a bubble bath and had dusted himself with her
Opium scented talc. He slipped into her short pink, see-through, chiffon
babydoll with matching lace-edged thong and thigh length peignoir and he
felt as if he were closer to her than he had ever been before in his life.
Maybe even closer than when she had been alive. He had never felt so alive
and vibrant. His skin felt like he could distinguish every fold and every
ruffle of the lingerie set. His nose was filled with her scent. His hands
couldn't stop running all over his silky chiffon covered body. He found them
lingering on the buds of his nipples that had become erect and
super-sensitive and he couldn't take his hands off of his little cock that
threatened to burst through the veil of his thong. He stood transfixed in
front of the floor length mirror, slowly rubbing his cock and feeling like
he had never felt before. Soon he had worked his cock up to a feeling so
intense that he just knew that if he stopped he would die. So he didn't,
when he came for the very first time in his life, a big gob of white creamy
goo soaked through the front of his panties. As he felt the hot semen soak
his thong, he experienced a moment that transformed him completely. He knew
he would have to repeat this again and again and again. Now he understood
why all the boys at school had made fun of him when he had told them he had
never masturbated. He felt warm and fuzzy and sleepy and comfortable and he
tingled all over. If earlier he had thought he was closer to his mother than
he'd ever been before, now he knew that he was. He had cum while wearing her
lingerie! He just knew she had to have had an orgasm at least once while
wearing the same set. Looking at himself in the mirror, watching the thong
soak through, he realized that he needed to make the image in the mirror
complete. He rushed to the closet and fetched her pink ostrich down covered
3" boudoir mules and slipped them onto his feet. The image in the mirror was
soooo close! He searched through her drawers and found a handful of tan
stockings. He balled them up and stuffed them in the front of the babydoll.

As he soaked in the image of the creature in the mirror he thought, "Oh my
God! I feel like I have BECOME her. I feel complete. I feel happy. For the
first time in almost two years, she is back. She is here. She is with me. I
am no longer alone. Oh Mother! I have missed you so much."  His cock was
waking up, beginning to harden once more.

Markie stared and stared and then practiced walking. He found that he felt
best when he walked with a little mince to his step and if he swung his hips
he found that his gait was much more natural than if he tried to walk like a
boy. He hated having to take the mules off when he was sleepy and went to
bed. But he knew he would sleep more soundly and with a greater sense of
contentment than he'd felt in all the long months since his Goddess, his
Mother, had died. For the first time, he felt as if he could go to sleep and
know that she would still be with him in the morning. He drifted off to
sleep thinking about how good the lingerie felt against his skin and how
natural it felt to feel the sticky wetness in his panties turn cold and
crusty.

Over the weeks that followed his fascination with his mother's clothes and
makeup only grew. He knew that it wasn't normal to do what he was doing but
he also knew that he couldn't stop. He knew that if he had to stop he would
go crazy. He knew that becoming his mother every evening was the only thing
that made him feel good about himself. It calmed his worries and brought him
a sense of peace, fulfillment and contentment.

Within several weeks of that first discovery, the school year ended and Mark
was home alone all day. Previous years, his dad had sent him to a parade of
sleep-away camps. This year, the entire summer stretched in front of him
uninterrupted. The fact that he had his driver's license only made him feel
more grown up and independent and with the money his Dad gave him to buy the
household food and supplies Mark felt like he was free.

The first morning he began to experiment with her old makeup, wondering if
he could do his face the way she used to do to hers. He had read so much
about how the experts did makeup (what a blessing that he hadn't started to
shave yet) that it was a snap to transform himself into the spitting image
of his mother when she was a young girl. One of his favorite pictures of her
was taken after she had just come out of a pool. Her light colored hair was
slicked back and her waterproof makeup was still perfect. It was easy for
him to gel his hair back and slip on a similar necklace that she had been
wearing in the picture. Then he copied the arch of her eyebrows and the
color and contour of her eye makeup. In fact, Markie was amused that after
he applied some violet mascara his eyelashes were longer and fuller than
hers!

He was absolutely thrilled and completely taken aback. He truly WAS his
mother, or at least her younger sister! He looked exactly like her. He had
never thought about it before but he really did look like her. He had the
same rich, thick hair and the same olive-hued, skin. The only difference he
could tell was that his eyes were deep green and his mother's were
golden-green. Otherwise he could pass for her twin sister. The same
forehead. The same nose. The same chin and lips and teeth and cheekbones.
Even the same tiny little ears. The only difference was that he didn't have
pierced ears and couldn't wear her pearl studs! He knew there were guys in
school that had both ears pierced. He'd have to look into that.

He was beside himself with joy and happiness. He got up from the vanity and
walked over to her bureau and found a similar cut-away one-piece white cirre
bathing suit with a white rose made from the material sewn to the front of
the cleavage to draw a man's attention to the breast area. Ugh! He sure
didn't look like her up top where there was no swell of breast mounding up
out of the top of the suit. Nor did he look like her down below. He reached
into the suit and pushed his cock down and back between his legs. The
bathing suit was tight and fit him like a glove. The tight spandex held his
equipment out of sight. He was smooth now and had only the slightest little
bulge... kind of cute he thought. Just like a teenager's pudgy little mound.
(Not that he'd ever seen a teenager's little mound in any way other than in
pictures. His dawning interest in girls had died the same night as his
mother.) He went to the top of her bureau and took out her diamond tennis
bracelet, a gold link bracelet and four of her rings.

He was in heaven. He not only felt like his mother and knew she was with
him, he now looked like her. He was about 3 inches shorter than she had been
and his chest was flat but with the semi rigid cups sewn into her suit, he
looked like a teenage version of his mom. He slipped on her matching pool
jacket and a pair of white 30's style open toed Charles Jourdan ankle-strap
heels and spent the rest of the day lounging by the pool sunning himself,
painting his very long and shaped nails and feeling happier than he had ever
felt before.

As he soaked in the sun he thought to himself, "It sure is a good thing
Daddy is never home these days. Wouldn't he die if he came home to find me
looking like Mom? I wonder what he'd say?"

He giggled to himself and felt a strange sense of arousal at the thought of
his step-dad finding him looking the way he did.

He wasn't afraid of what he had become nor was he particularly afraid of
letting his father see him this way. Somehow, it felt completely natural.
This was the way he was supposed to dress and look. In fact, he was so
comfortable wearing his Mother's clothes and making himself up to look like
her that he began to think of himself being uncomfortable when he had to be
Mark and look like a boy on the two days a week that the housekeeper was
around.

He must have dozed off because he was startled to hear the doorbell ring. He
scrambled to his feet and slipped into his sandals leaving the pool coat
open. He walked to the door and peeped out of the keyhole to see the UPS
delivery man with a package.

With his hand on the doorknob he hesitated, the delivery man would be the
first person to see him dressed. He thought, "If not a complete stranger,
then who?" When Markie opened the door he was shocked to see the look on the
man's face. The man's eyes sparkled and his view darted down. Markie felt a
stir of something strange as he felt the man's eyes undress him. It took
some time before the delivery guy looked up and smiled. The lust was
palpable. The need was heavy. The air was electric with desire.

"Howdy m'am. I need you to sign for this COD package."

Markie thought about the strange thoughts that had been seeping into his
head recently. Every time he read one of the articles on sex and pleasing
your man, he would get hard as a rock and imagine doing the things written
about in the magazine. A few days prior he had finally given in and begun to
masturbate while imaging licking or sucking a guy's hard tool. Markie looked
at the guy's name tag: Bob.

"Ooooo, how much fun! Bob thinks I'm a hot, sexy chick... and look at the tent
pole starting to grow in those cute tight shorts of his... I wonder how far I
can take this?" Markie's clit was straining as he decided to go for it.

"Come in and I'll get my purse" Markie whispered in his sexiest voice. He
turned and walked with an exaggerated swing to his hips as he made his way
back to the kitchen.

"Well, let's see... where did I leave my purse? Hmmmmm... Oh! I know, I think
it's in the bedroom."

He turned and walked down the hall feeling the man's eyes on his ass. A
minute later, he called out, "So, how much do I owe you?"

"Twenty-three dollars m'am."

"What? I can't hear you. Can you come in here a minute?"

Markie was sitting on his mother's pink satin covered vanity stool in her
skin tight white swimsuit cut up to his waist on the hips, with his legs
crossed, swinging one sandal covered foot and gazing at the delivery man
with a perfectly made up face, wearing his mother's bracelets and rings,
looking like something out of a Vogue Paris-edition Helmut Newton photo
shoot, waiting to fill in a check for the amount owed. The UPS man stood
transfixed in the doorway.

"So, how much again?"

"Twenty-three even."

Markie held out the check to the man without getting up.

"Well... Do you want it? Come here and get it. I won't bite and besides I hurt
my ankle a little earlier and I really shouldn't be on it."

"Um... Ok..."

Markie could see the fear in the man's face. After the briefest hesitation
the man came over to get the check. At the last second he fumbled it and had
to stoop down to pick it up. Markie did the same thing and their faces were
inches apart before the man realized it. Markie could feel his heavy
breathing and looked into his eyes. Slowly, without even thinking about it,
he leaned over and gently kissed the man's lips. When they parted Markie
slipped his soft tongue in and began gently kissing him. He pushed against
him and they both fell down onto the floor. Markie reached down to the man's
shorts and slipped his hand up the open leg hole. Without hesitating he
grabbed Bob's hot, throbbing member. Markie was mesmerized by the feel of
the man's cock. So hard! So hot to the touch, it felt like it was burning
his palm. As he got to the tip he felt the ooze of precum, he squeezed hard
and more came out. As they kissed Markie stroked the guys hard bone, it
seemed to get harder and thicker with every stroke. Bob slid his hand down
and Markie stopped him cold. Whispering in his ear, he said the first thing
that came to him, "It's my time... but I'll take care of you...I promise." The
guy groaned and Markie slid down his body. The delivery guy was incredibly
turned on by this husky voiced little thing. Something wasn't quite right,
but as she opened his zipper he really didn't care.

Markie hauled out the heavy cock and without a thought slid his soft lips
around the head. The hard thing in his mouth was intoxicating! He remembered
reading that many women didn't like sucking cock. How couldn't they!? It was
like sucking Bob's soul. Every little movement seemed to set off a series of
groans, moans and tremors! Markie licked around the pulsating crown, the
sweet-salty taste of the leaking pre-cum causing him to salivate. Within
minutes Bob's cock and balls were drenched in saliva. Markie stroked up and
down sensuously, sucking the purple cock head all the while.

"Suck my balls... lick my balls!" Bob groaned out. Markie had read that they
loved that. Continuing to stroke he slid down, running the pointy tip of his
tongue over his fat balls.

"Fuck yesssss. Don't just lick `em, suck my balls!" He was rubbing his mouth
all over them and then he latched onto one and sucked. Despite the musky,
manly taste Mark didn't like sucking his hairy balls as much as sucking his
hot smooth cock, but he loved the way the guy groaned when he did it. So
being a good little "girl" he continued. After a few minutes of licking,
sucking and nuzzling his balls Bob started sighing.

"You gonna swallow baby-doll? You gonna suck on my prick when I shoot?"

Markie had read that most women didn't like swallowing either, but he was
finding that he loved sucking cock and most women didn't like that either.
He opened his mouth and closed his lips tightly around Bob's veined shaft.
He rolled his balls around in his left hand while gently stroking his own
throbbing, dripping clit with his right. His crotch was soaked with pre-cum.
He could feel his own orgasm building and began moaning encouragement deep
in his throat. Slowly running his teeth over the hot slippery tip of Bob's
cock he pleaded, "Shoot your cum in my mouth... please?"

Over and over again he begged, taking deep breaths before sucking Bobby hard
once again. Finally he pushed his mouth back onto his cock and groaned
loudly " Oh fuck yeah! Oh God! Suck it baby. Oh fuck! Make me cum and
swallow it... Oh... Oh... Oh fuck... Here it cums. Suck it. Suck it. Faster.
Oh... yeah... Fuck... I'm shooting." And he did.

Markie was amazed at the force of the first blast. He felt the pulse travel
up his length and then felt the heat in the back of his mouth. The first
load he swallowed without thinking. He pulled back a little and kept sucking
as another and another and another pumped into his mouth. Bob's cum was hot
and salty and bitter and slippery. As he savored the results of his first
blow-job he swallowed, stroking his own cock faster and faster. He heard Bob
sigh and felt one last little thick glob spurt onto his tongue, it was
thicker and even more bitter than the first loads. As he gulped it down the
thought, "Its another guys sperm" crossed his mind. It was as if he had been
shocked, his entire body stiffened. He felt an amazing prickly heat rush
over his entire body and then he was cumming too! He closed his eyes and
sucked Bob's softening cock harshly as his own spurted the spandex bathing
suit full with sticky cum. Markie felt the slippery cum shooting backwards
between his ass cheeks and another fantasy was born.

He slumped between Bob's legs and cupped his throbbing cock through the soft
material. He purred like a satisfied kitten as his orgasm washed over him.
After a few minutes he regained enough composure to sit up. Resting on one
elbow he licked his lips. He felt the dribbles of cum around the corners of
his mouth and decided to leave them.

Bob looked up at him, "Fuck!!! That was incredible, but I'm gonna get
screwed, what the hell time is it?"

Markie sat back, feeling his cum drip from the crotch of his bathing suit.
Bob stood up and pulled his shorts and underwear up and stood there looking
at Markie. He didn't know what to say. He knew he could be fired if his
supervisor ever found out that he'd had sex with a customer. And yet, he was
mesmerized by this sexy young girl.

"Would you see me again...?"  He wondered aloud.

Choked up by that desire on his part, Markie said, "I hope I haven't led you
on. My dad will kill me if he ever finds out. I won't tell anyone if you
won't, but I'm too young... Underage in fact... I'm sorry but it would be best
if I don't ever see you again."

He looked down embarrassed and truly sad while Bob hurried down the hallway,
"What the hell had he been thinking!?" He had to have known she was under
age, but he'd let her suck his cock anyway. "Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" He muttered
as he started his truck up.

Markie heard the truck pull away and stood up, he felt the hot slippery cum
between his legs and at the same time felt his cock starting to get hard
again from the wet friction. As he walked to the Sanctuary's master bathroom
he wondered, "Is this what it would've felt like it if I'd just been
fucked?"

By the time he had taken the 6 steps to the bathroom his mind was racing as
his cock throbbed to full erection in the cum-soaked bathing suit. He looked
around the bathroom with a dark hunger... what was he looking for he wondered?
He would know it when he found it. His eyes fell upon the smooth perfume
bottle just as his fingers wrapped around it.

As he fell to his knees he knew the designers of the bottle had been toying
with a woman's psychological need. Without thinking he pulled the bathing
suit to the side and squatted down on top of the smooth bottle. His own cum
lubricated his deflowering. Little whimpers and gasps rattled against the
tiled walls as Markie became a woman... became a moaning hot slut... became
his mother completely.

Over and over again Markie impaled "herself, deeper each time until "she"
felt the smooth base brush between "her" cheeks. Her breathing grew faster
and faster as she rolled onto her back, she fucked herself deeply and
harshly until she felt another orgasm building.  She reached down and rubbed
what she would forever more call her clit. The orgasm hit her like a bus.
Groaning, gasping, crying out over and over as the waves crushed her. Her
clit kept throbbing and more and more cum splattered all over her stomach as
she worked the crystal phallus in and out of her cunt. Finally spent, her
legs, which had been raised in the air and spread lewdly, fell to the
ground. She left the smooth prick up her twat as she spread the splatters of
cum around inside the bathing suit. She would need to think of a way to hide
her clit. Fucking herself had been incredible, but if she had any hope of
ever getting a real man's cock up her suddenly hungry pussy she would need
something to hide her true nature. Somewhat embarrassed by what she had
suddenly become, she had no idea that there were men who would pay small
fortunes for access to a special girl like her, especially a young beautiful
one. In a fog of confused satisfaction she looked at the clock on top of the
toilet. Two years of questions had been answered in a little more than one
hour!