CD Rom (MF CD/Nude Rom)

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   Dad just looked up from his recliner, "Honey, we've got company."  Stark naked, he started getting up.  "I better go put some shorts on."

Mom went down the hall, in an apron, and looked in on the "Kids, put some clothes on."

"Oh, mom!"  My little brother wined.

"Well, just stay in here, until you're ready to get dressed, but you better be ready for dinner."

"It's no problem, you don't have to get up."  My boyfriend grabbed my hand, and squeezed it.  Shrugged, "You're nudists?"

My dad just grunted, and kicked his feet back out.  Picked up his beer, and went back to his show.

"Not really, I should have said something earlier."

Dad belched, "Or you could've called ahead to say you're coming home early."  He just set it back down.

"I just didn't think about it, and I know it's a little weird."

"Not to me," he let me go, and headed for the kitchen.  "You mind if I grab a beer?"

"As long as you get one for me."  Dad grinned at me.  "I like this one."  He nodded, and went back to his show.  So, I joined him in the kitchen.

"I get it."  he held his hand up, "It's just comfortable, and what your family does in their own home is nobody's business.  I've seen worse."

I got the can opener out of the cutlery drawer, so he'd stop trying to screw off the caps, and use the bottle opener on the side.  Then, I kissed his cheek, "Thanks for being so cool about it."

I relaxed, honestly there's no way to prepare your friends for it, so I found that it's best to just bring guys home, and see how they react to it.  I guess you could call it a test, too.  None of them ever seemed mind me taking off my clothes, and sitting around nude when I get home, of course.  It tends to get right past the awkward stage, where they aren't sure whether or not to make their move, so we can get right on with the sex as soon as I'm ready to get in the mood, but that's one thing.

Meeting my family is another thing entirely, but so far, Bill handled it better than anyone else.  I knew he was a keeper, but this just confirmed that he was ring material.  Just as soon as he's ready to pop the question, in the grand scheme of things it's an even bigger step than moving in together.

So, then mom came back out dressed, and finished cooking dinner.  My little sister ran back to her room, giggling, and got dressed, then by the time they came out to eat, my brother had some clothes on, too.  "There's nothing incestuous about it."  

"I know."  We sat down together, holding hands.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure."

I guess I kind of deserved it, when it was my turn to go meet his family, but he didn't call them, either.  Nor did he warn me, he just pulled up, and said, "I just need to grab a few things," and got out.  Came around to my door, and opened it for me, so i followed him up to the porch.  He got his keys out, and let me in.

To meet his parents, but his dad jumped up, and practically ran for the bedroom.

"You could have knocked?"

"Sorry, I just came to grab a few things."

I couldn't stop laughing, so I just covered my mouth, and giggled through my hands.  Shaking my head, but while he was down the hall, his mom said "Sorry you had to see that."

"Mhn, hin!  Your husband, he's a crossdresser?"

"Transvestite."

"Sorry, transvestite."  I nodded, and looked away politely while she picked up the remote, and turned off the TV.  With the strapon porn, and I couldn't even tell if it was 2 lesbians, or a woman, and a guy in drag, the way he, or she was bent over.

"You ready to go?"

"Ohm!"  I covered my mouth again, and gasped.  "Snh!  Mhmn?"  Through my nose, and nodded, feeling my cheeks warm up with my palms, while he held up a long silky negligee, with pink lace trim around it.

"Come on, we better get out of here, and leave them alone together."

I looked back, but his mom just went down the hall, to their bedroom.

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I couldn't wait to get home, and naked, but this time it wasn't just about getting these uncomfortable clothes off.  I just couldn't get the image out of my head of his dad in a bra, panties, and a little modesty skirt that barely covered his buttocks, but at least his hardon wasn't sticking out.  

"Where did he ever find lingerie in his size?"

"Mail order, I guess.  I remember the first time he got the package, and kicked me out for the night.  what I want to know is how you girls can stand to wear bras, and high heels?"

"Barely.  I hate the heels, but why do you think I have to bust out as soon as I get home?"

"Well, you need the support."

"Not around the house.  So, you're an only child?"  I changed the subject, eyeing the bulge in his crotch, and looking back at the nighty draped over the back seat.  

"Adopted, they can't have kids, naturally.  So, they wanted to start a family, and got me from an orphanage."

"Oh, well you look like your mom.  So, I had no idea."

"Yeah, most people never guess, but he got it from me."

"The crossdressing?"

"Transvestite.  He caught me playing in mom's nighty, and looking at her catalogues."  He shook his head, and pulled up to our parking space.  "I had no idea how hard it was to find a girl that isn't freaked out by it until I started dating."  Cutting the engine, he leaned over to kiss me.

"Smooch, huh!  Well, it's still a little weird, but I'm starting to get over the shock."  I giggled, "I guess you showed me."

"So, you usually bring guys home to catch your family in the nude?"

"Only if I think they can take it, but I guess it's a bit of a test.  I thought you might be the one, but I had to make sure."

Honestly, compared to father son transvestites.

"Here," he handed me the nighty, "You better carry this," and got out.  So, I folded it over my arm, and followed him to the door, while he unlocked it.

"This is really nice!"

"My favorite," he took it back, and even brushed his face with the sheer white satin.  "Mh, I missed it."

"Just let me get out of these sweaty clothes."  Even the cool night air did little to dry off the sweat of sitting around the house, with the family.  I forgot how high they kept the heat cranked up, and then there was the oven from cooking the casserole, but I turned around, and took a deep breath.  Sighed, just able to breathe without the straps digging in to my ribs, and my shoulders when I let the breath out.  With the weight of my breasts free from the tight sweaty cups, I wiped under them with my shirt.

He kicked his boots off, topless, and got up to pull his pants off.  Already open, with his cleanshaven privates dangling limp.  "Snh, you want to grab a shower real quick?"

"Yeah, while you slip into something a little more comfortable?"  I tied my hair up, to keep it dry during the quick rinse, but I just got in and out, with a spray between my legs to freshen up, without going too deep, and diluting my sexual juices, but sure enough.

"Huh!"  He was in my underwear drawer, and slammed it quick.

"Uh, I'm sorry!"  He backed up, hiding a pair of panties behind him, and covering his erection poking out the white fabric like a horizontal tent pole.

"Wh,"  I shook my head, and got it immediately.  "What are you doing in here, and going through my underwear for?"

"Huh, it's just so sexy!"

"And my nightgown."  I stopped, and just held my chin up.  Crossing my arm over the towel, I just look a good long look down his tall skinny body.  "Hm!"

"What?"

"Turn around."  I could barely see his hard butt through the lose drape, but his back.  Especially the broad triangle of muscle tapering down from his shoulders, and his butt.

"Huh, I guess you're right."  Dropping the towel,  "It does look sexy on you."  I just had to put my arms around him, feel his flat chest, and taut abs through it.  His nipple harden, and the fabric slip over his rod right before I could grip it.  "Huh, it feels sexy too, huh?"

"Uh, huh!  Stop."

"What?"

"I don't want to cum too soon, and it's intense."  

I let go.  "So, you better get on the bed then.  Now!"  I pointed, and stomped, but i couldn't keep a straight face when he ducked, and his shoulders came up.  Then, I giggled when he jumped on with a bounce, and put his leg up.

Lifted his voice, "How do I look?"  In a sultry rough falsetto.

"Huh!"  I just shook my head, tried to think of the right word, but so manly, in that pretty negligee, and hilarious at the same time, because it's so absurd, I'd think it was a dream if I ever even thought about a man crossdressing, let alone finding out my boyfriend is a transvestite.  So, I just gave up, and pushed him over.  Off of his elbow, and sat on his hip to pin him down, and scooch to line it up.  Straddling him, and spreading wide open, to rub the dry warm satin into my hot moist sex, and feel his chest.  Humping him desperately, while he winced, and hunched with each thrust.

"Huh, no stop uh!  Huh!  HuhHhHhHhH!"  I didn't stop, until he caught his breath, and relaxed, with the most beautiful look of bliss on his face, and shot his wad into the satin.  

"Huh!"  I lay down on him, feeling him shrivel, and the wet mess pressed against our bodies, then pulled his head up, and turned it to kiss him.  "Smooch, huh!  That was amazing!"

"You're satisfied?"

"Oh no, not yet, but let me catch my breath."

So, he got up.  "Where you going?"  I reached out, and brushed the lacy trim draped over his hairy thigh.

He took it off, "I better get this in the sink, it's dry clean only, so we got any woolite?"

I just shook my head.  "Huh, it's under the kitchen sink, but hurry back."  I petted my pubes, expecting, something?  To happen, it took me a while to realize that that was so intense that i was satisfied.  Completely satisfied, even without a climax, just from seeing my deer Willy in drag, and how peaceful he looked when he wet the negligee, and just relaxed with such pleasure, and relief.

I even understood, completely before we even talked about it that it was just the same as I felt, bringing him home, and seeing how cool he was with my family's casual nudity.  "Huh!"  We have so much in common, it's a little scary at first.  The only difference is nobody else could understand the way I grew up, quite as well as someone who grew up crossdressing, with his dad.

There was nothing incestuous about it, honestly he caught caught doing it, and after his father calmed down enough to listen, he tried it, and liked it enough to do it with his mom too.  It's weird, but at the same time, it seems kind of weird that so many people are freaked out by something as silly as a man wearing pretty nightclothes.  They think it's gay, when nothing could be further from the truth.

The truth is that sexy clothes are sexy.  Period, it doesn't have a damned thing to do with what you have in your underwear, once you take it off.  I just never knew a man who appreciated it the way i do before, and now.  I guess I know 2.

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So, then my neighbor called up to me.  Claudia, who's one of those busybody types.  You know, neighborhood watch, which she takes far too seriously, and also an insatiable gossip.  So, whenever word gets around the neighborhood, if she didn't start it, you can be sure she's heard the rumors before they get back to you.

So, anyway, she came out on her back porch, while I was out on the patio.  Scrubbing out the barbecue grill of all things, because Bill was bringing home ribs from work.

"Hey neighbor!"  

"You think I could talk to you, about something?"

"Shoot?"  I shrugged, and pulled off the dish gloves to keep from getting chemical burns from the industrial cleaner it takes to cut through a season worth of rust, and grease that's been sitting all winter.  I got out a smoke, and lit up.  "What's up?"

"Well, I don't know if you want to talk about it out here, where anyone could be listening."

"Bphuahaha!  Anyone you haven't heard it from, or already told about it?  Come on, Claudia.  It can't be that secret."  

She huffed, and turned around.  "Oh, I'm sorry, come back, what's the big deal already?"

"Well, it's about your new boyfriend."

I pulled of the other glove, and held up my hand.  "Fiance."  Wiggled my ring finger to catch the light.

"Congratulations, but that just makes it all the more imperative that you know what kind of man you might be marrying."

"Oh," that's what this is about, "What have you heard?"

"Confidentially?"    Yeah, right, as if she knows the meaning of the word, "I haven't spoken a word about it, but I couldn't help noticing him coming out to smoke, on the balcony?"

"Yeah, so?"  I just wanted to hear her say it.

"Well, I don't know how you feel about him wearing your."

"They're not mine, they're his."

"His skirts?"

"He doesn't wear skirts," I laughed, "Just nighties."

"Wh," she blinked, shaking her head.  "What, why?"

"The same reason you or I would, they're comfortable, and sexy?"  I took a drag, to truly appreciate the shock, disgust, and shame flashing across her face.  "Huh, of course, you wouldn't breathe a word about this to anyone, would you?"

"I wouldn't dream of it!"

"Of course not."  I flipped off my butt, and went in the patio before she finished running to stomp it out, so it didn't start a fire or something.  Then, I shut the door, and had a good laugh, thinking about who all I could call, and ask all the subtle indirect questions it would take to find out, who all she told.

Not to mention, what I'm going to tell Bill when he gets home.  I'm kinda curious to find out how he feels about the queen bee of the little biddy gossip club seeing him out on the patio.  I guess in his jacket, so she thought it looked like a skirt, while I was in the shower after a night of good hot sex.

"Huh!"  Nobody.  Believe it or not, she wasn't lying about that, she kept our dirty little secret all to herself.  I didn't give her enough credit for respecting anyone's privacy, but she did.  She wasn't spying on us, she'd probably have to climb up on the roof of that little bungalo with her binoculars to see much of anything more than the railing, but we live next door to an independent living retirement community.  Honestly, if it wasn't her, it probably would have been some other old person, with nothing better to do, but knit, and quilt, or whatever it is that old men do when their wives pass on, and they have to live alone in a place like that.

So, we became friends like that.  Gossip girls, I never really got into it before, but she's the best.  I found out, what makes her the best is she knows how to keep her mouth shut.  "Confidentially," so anyone who knows her that well, knows they can tell her everything, which parts they don't want getting out, and trust her to keep your dirtiest little secrets.

There's actually something very comforting about that, and besides, she's a great listener.  Especially the way she reacts, to the dirtiest things she would never dream of when she was still young enough to do them, but married and faithful to a pillar of the community, and a monumental prude.  The way she talked about him, with quite some pride.

It was a different time, my grandparent's generation, so I could talk to her about things I could never tell my own grandmothers, until she broke down in giggles.  She's cool like that.