Maria 60
10-13-2025, 05:11 AM
While we were having a family dinner last night, a conversation came up and joking about some siblings things my children did when they were younger and we never found out and they never told us. During this there were a few stories that my wife also held from me of things they did not to unset me.
When the family left not that it was bothering me I trusted my wife's parenting but asked why she chose to deal with some things on her own and not tell me. The things in question were some pretty nothing things but I was curious. She told me when a women becomes a mother they become there children's biggest protector, that a mother will go through any extreme to protect her children. She then asked me wasn't there things that I did when I was younger and my mother never told my dad. My dresseing came to mind, I told my wife boy was I naive when I was younger. I don't know if I just wanted to block things out of my mind for whatever reason. I started to remember I had a drawer with pantyhose that I had stolen from niebours clothes lines or when visiting my girl cousins houses. Back then I would do the dirty deed wearing only the pantyhose and leave them and the mess in my drawer and at times I would find them washed and neatly put away. I never wondered if my mother or grandmother did it but my mind seemed like it blocked it out and never questioned it. My parents would go to our summer cabin and leave me with my grandparents and I would stay up late watching TV wearing pantyhose and my mothers slip. I would fall asleep on the couch and I would wake up at two or three in the morning and there would be a blanket on me. I never questioned where the blanket came from and never acted differently the next morning in front of my grandparents, almost again blocking this out of my mind. I guess I had the best grandmother ever because as far as I know she never told anyone and took it to her grave. Again being naive when I would take chances in the house, I would sit at my desk wearing my male t-shirt and only pantyhose underneath and watch my parents and grandparents walking by me not being able to see I was only wearing the pantyhose under the desk. One time they were all out in the garden and I would walk up and down the stairs taking these risks and on the way up there was my mother stairing at me wearing pantyhose and her red skirt. She just asked what I was doing and I ran to my room and she was trying to open the door to see me. She asked me why, and I told her I didn't know. I put everything back and nothing was never said about it again. I told my wife I thought my mother was loyal like my grandmother but I won't talk about it now but years later my father confronted me about something my mother told him about the dressing that led to us not talking for 10 years.
I guess it's true about when a women becomes a mother, I'm sure my mother didn't give my father full details about the pantyhose and seeing me in her red skirt because he was old school and I think he would have physicality beat the dressing out of me. She must have given him a softer version of what she seen.
What I believe was the starting point of my crossdressing was when I was sharing room with my sister and she was a slob. One morning there was a pair of pantyhose hanging on my foot board and that was the first time I recollect I tried on pantyhose and it must have been the 4th of July because all I remember there were fireworks in my head that morning. A few weeks later I thought my sister went to school and I picked up a pair of pantyhose and starting going to town with them, all at once she came back in the room looking for those pantyhose but she must have known I was wearing her things because she instantly started asking me where her pantyhose were. She pulled off my sheets and I was fully erected wearing her pantyhose, she just stood there staring for a few moments and then left angry and told me I might as well keep them. She must have told my mother because a little while later my father built a bedroom for me in the basement and again nothing was said to me. I'm sure my father didn't know the reason why my mother suggested to make me my own room.
Well I guess my mother and grandmother protected me and I can't even amagine what they were thinking though all of this and never calling me out. My mother is in her early 90s now and for some reason a few years back I wanted to confont her about this but my wife told me maybe at her age to just leave it alone. But still at times I'm still curious what she thought and why she never confronted me about it.
Anyone else here have any mother stories
When the family left not that it was bothering me I trusted my wife's parenting but asked why she chose to deal with some things on her own and not tell me. The things in question were some pretty nothing things but I was curious. She told me when a women becomes a mother they become there children's biggest protector, that a mother will go through any extreme to protect her children. She then asked me wasn't there things that I did when I was younger and my mother never told my dad. My dresseing came to mind, I told my wife boy was I naive when I was younger. I don't know if I just wanted to block things out of my mind for whatever reason. I started to remember I had a drawer with pantyhose that I had stolen from niebours clothes lines or when visiting my girl cousins houses. Back then I would do the dirty deed wearing only the pantyhose and leave them and the mess in my drawer and at times I would find them washed and neatly put away. I never wondered if my mother or grandmother did it but my mind seemed like it blocked it out and never questioned it. My parents would go to our summer cabin and leave me with my grandparents and I would stay up late watching TV wearing pantyhose and my mothers slip. I would fall asleep on the couch and I would wake up at two or three in the morning and there would be a blanket on me. I never questioned where the blanket came from and never acted differently the next morning in front of my grandparents, almost again blocking this out of my mind. I guess I had the best grandmother ever because as far as I know she never told anyone and took it to her grave. Again being naive when I would take chances in the house, I would sit at my desk wearing my male t-shirt and only pantyhose underneath and watch my parents and grandparents walking by me not being able to see I was only wearing the pantyhose under the desk. One time they were all out in the garden and I would walk up and down the stairs taking these risks and on the way up there was my mother stairing at me wearing pantyhose and her red skirt. She just asked what I was doing and I ran to my room and she was trying to open the door to see me. She asked me why, and I told her I didn't know. I put everything back and nothing was never said about it again. I told my wife I thought my mother was loyal like my grandmother but I won't talk about it now but years later my father confronted me about something my mother told him about the dressing that led to us not talking for 10 years.
I guess it's true about when a women becomes a mother, I'm sure my mother didn't give my father full details about the pantyhose and seeing me in her red skirt because he was old school and I think he would have physicality beat the dressing out of me. She must have given him a softer version of what she seen.
What I believe was the starting point of my crossdressing was when I was sharing room with my sister and she was a slob. One morning there was a pair of pantyhose hanging on my foot board and that was the first time I recollect I tried on pantyhose and it must have been the 4th of July because all I remember there were fireworks in my head that morning. A few weeks later I thought my sister went to school and I picked up a pair of pantyhose and starting going to town with them, all at once she came back in the room looking for those pantyhose but she must have known I was wearing her things because she instantly started asking me where her pantyhose were. She pulled off my sheets and I was fully erected wearing her pantyhose, she just stood there staring for a few moments and then left angry and told me I might as well keep them. She must have told my mother because a little while later my father built a bedroom for me in the basement and again nothing was said to me. I'm sure my father didn't know the reason why my mother suggested to make me my own room.
Well I guess my mother and grandmother protected me and I can't even amagine what they were thinking though all of this and never calling me out. My mother is in her early 90s now and for some reason a few years back I wanted to confont her about this but my wife told me maybe at her age to just leave it alone. But still at times I'm still curious what she thought and why she never confronted me about it.
Anyone else here have any mother stories