I am my stepmother's male lover (restricted) (family incest adult novel)

I am my stepmother's male lover (restricted)

I stepped out of the scented tub, trimmed my legs, and began to change into my beautiful outfit for my first guest of the night. I put on special tights to hold my penis between my legs; in fact, it has become so small that I can hardly feel it. The place where the testicles should be is also flat, and I feel a little empty. I started crying while also thinking back on how I got to this point.

I was an ordinary boy until I was sixteen, until my father remarried. My mother passed away two years ago. The person my father remarried was a very charming woman. She always liked to wear sexy short skirts, stockings and high heels. When she married Dad, she began trying to control our lives. She seemed to have some kind of magic power over my father, and he would do whatever she asked him to do. When she had complete control over my dad and made him do whatever she said, she turned her target to me. She would hug me tightly and tell me that I was cute and that she could make me even prettier. Then she showed me her beautiful legs covered in stockings, all the way up to her garters. I was totally powerless to resist, unable to look away. I really love looking at her beautiful legs in transparent stockings. I even think I'm starting to become addicted to this wonderful thing, stockings. One day, she was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed and her skirt pulled up high. I kept staring at her and she noticed me. .

She said to me, "You like looking at me, especially in stockings; I thought we could let you wear them and see what they look like."

At that time, I just took this sentence as a joke and didn't take it seriously; but in fact, from that time on, she had already planted the seeds in my heart.

A few days later, the same thing happened again, but this time she took me upstairs and asked me to take off my clothes. I tried to resist her orders but she said to me, "If I told your dad how you were staring at me, what do you think he would do?"

I thought I had no choice, so I obediently took off all my clothes under her command and gaze.

"Very good, now it's time for you to make your stocking debut." As she said this, she put a pure white waist clamp around me. She pulled the laces so tight that I couldn't even breathe. "Then, I will teach you how to put on your stockings, and be careful not to tear them," she continued. She rolled up one stocking, put it over my leg, and then attached three garter buckles to the top of the stocking. Then I was told to put on the other one myself. I put on the other one as she taught me, and fastened the stocking with a garter. Then she asked me to cross my legs and rub them against each other; I did as she said and it felt wonderful and my whole body started shaking. She said to me, "Now you have your own stockings and you can admire them anytime and caress them to your heart's content." I don't know how I got the feeling that there was more to it than that, but I didn't really care at the time. I feel beautiful and great with stockings on my legs. A month later, things were even more different. When I got home, she asked me to put on my stockings, but this time not only that, she also asked me to put on panties at the same time. This feeling is just as great. My stepmother doesn't let me wear stockings every day. She said she wants me to look forward to the day when I can wear stockings. I was really eager and kept waiting for her to ask me to change into them. But it wasn't until later that I realized this was also a way for her to control my desires. For the next two months, she put me on a vitamin regimen because she said I looked a little anemic. I followed her instructions and took the vitamins she gave me regularly; and every time I took the medicine obediently, I would usually get the opportunity to wear stockings as a reward.

I took the medicine like this, and after about two months, I noticed changes in my body. My hips seemed to be getting wider and my nipples were tingling and becoming very sensitive. I asked my dad about my doubts, and he just told me not to worry. He said it was just a stage of physical development and nothing serious. I didn't know it at the time, but my dad was going through the same thing as me, except that she required him to wear women's underwear and stockings under his normal clothes at all times. It was several days before I spoke to my stepmother about the changes I felt in my body. It was not until then that she told me the truth, something that stunned me and almost made me faint: what she gave me was not vitamins, but high doses of female hormones! These pills were also mixed with drugs that would destroy my mind and make me more susceptible to her control. Oh my god! Why did she do this to me?

She also said that my dad had been taking the medicine for more than six months, no wonder he was always obedient to her and did what she said. "Anyway, I'm gradually turning you into a girl; when I'm done with this, you'll be a sexy transsexual."

I started begging her, "No, please, I don't want to be a girl, I like who I am now, I am a boy.

"Yeah, you're still a boy now," she said, caressing my stocking-clad feet and patting my panty-clad butt.

"But soon it won't be. It's time to move on to the next step. We've wasted too much time. Follow me!" she ordered.

I tried to resist her command, but her voice had a special magic on me, so I followed her into the room. She prepared a hot bath for me, added aromatic essential oils to the water, and asked me to take a bath obediently. Then she ordered me to shave my legs and inspect my entire body, making sure all the skin was smooth and hairless. Then she said she wanted to leave for a while, and I continued with these actions. I obediently followed her instructions and quickly shaved off all the body hair. My body hair was never thick, and now it's soft and smooth all over. "

Later, she came back and brought me a drink. "Drink this, and then we can start turning you into a girl."

After I drank the drink obediently, I felt my eyes brighten and at the same time I felt myself become very gentle and eager to obey her orders. Then she sat me down at the dressing table and started putting on my makeup.

"You have to look carefully, you have to put on your own makeup next time." After she put on my makeup, I saw myself turned into a sexy girl in the mirror. The eye shadow makes my eyes look three-dimensional, my eyelashes stand long and straight, and my plump lips with lipstick are so tempting. Then she put a long blond hair on me and it was done.

After putting on makeup, she started to help me dress. First she put a black waistband around my waist. She adjusted the waistband very tight, which made my buttocks look more prominent and also squeezed out the flesh on my chest, making it look like I had a pair of breasts. Then she helped me put on a matching black bra and said, "In a few months, you can upgrade to a C cup!" Then she asked me to put on my stockings. When my smooth legs slipped into the black hollow stockings, I suddenly had a strange feeling: my days as a boy were over.

Then she asked me to put on four-inch high heels. I tied the straps around my heels, stood up, and stepped into the black evening gown she had prepared for me, which she zipped up from behind.

"What a beautiful girl!" she exclaimed in amazement.

She took me into her room, asked me to stand in front of the floor-length dressing mirror, look carefully at the beautiful girl in the mirror, and try to say a few words to her.

I saw myself turning into a sexy and beautiful girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but my eyes were filled with tears and turned red.

"You turned me into such a beautiful girl, but what will my father say?".

"Don't worry about him, dear. He will soon become like you. I will deal with him later. I have higher expectations of you!"

Although she said that, I didn't know what she meant at the time, but I soon found out.

From that day on, I could only wear women's clothes. Every morning I would take a fragrant essential oil bath, remove my hair, and then put on makeup. Now I wear stockings and high heels every day. My stepmother also started to give me feminine training, including how to walk, how to talk, and how to sit with her legs crossed to show her smooth legs in stockings without showing her underwear. I was also strictly required to diet to lose weight in necessary areas, and with the use of hormones, I soon got a devilish figure.

Dad was away on a business trip for a month, so stepmother rushed to finish the work, hoping that when he returned home, she could see her new daughter.

Just a week before my dad came home, my stepmom started asking me to suck a dildo and give me a blowjob. Another night, she made me sleep with a dildo in my ass. She said this would expand my anus.

I began to understand what she was planning, but no matter how hard I tried to resist and kept reminding myself that I was a boy, I just couldn't resist her and accepted all her training obediently.

The night before Dad came home, she measured my feminized body.

"That's good," she said, "but soon you'll be better."

The next morning she woke me up early and told me to get ready because Dad would be home around noon. When the time comes, she wants him to appreciate this sexy newborn daughter. I took a bath as usual, shaved my hair, and went into the room to put on makeup. At this time, she had already prepared a newly bought, very sexy suit for me.

I put the waist clamp on myself first, and then she came in to help me tie the straps; she tied the straps so tightly that my hips and breasts looked particularly prominent. Then I put on a matching white 36B bra, which allowed my nipples to completely fill the cups.

Then I put a pair of long hollow skin-colored stockings on my soft and smooth legs and clipped on six garters. Then I put on my four-inch sexy red high heels and tightened the ankle straps.

I looked in the mirror and saw only a sexy beautiful girl. My own long brown hair frames my made-up face, and my lips are painted with lipstick, making them look gorgeous. I stood up and put on the red leather dress my stepmother had prepared for me. She came in and helped me zip up my dress. The dress fits me perfectly and shows off my newfound figure beautifully. My breasts were very prominent, pushing the neckline of my clothes up high. I put on some jewelry, sprayed on perfume, and prepared to meet my father. In fact, I was very scared, but there was always a voice in my heart telling me that I had to do this. Ah, what's wrong with me?

My stepmother asked me to wait in the room first, and she would call me downstairs after my father came home and put the luggage away. About half an hour after Dad came back, I heard my stepmother say that she was going to give Dad a surprise. Then my stepmother came upstairs and took me down, and as we walked down the stairs, I was afraid of my unknown fate.

We entered the room and my stepmother said to my dad, "Look at your new daughter, Kate." My dad opened his mouth in surprise and asked, "Who is this?"

I was speechless, and I didn't want to answer.

"That was your son Keith," she replied. "Don't you think he looks much better now?" "Oh, no!" said Dad. "She's so beautiful!"

"It is indeed he," said the stepmother. "Now it is time for you two to get to know each other."

She asked my dad to take off his clothes, and when he took off his outer clothes, I saw that his whole body was also bald and smooth, and he was wearing a bra, waistband, and stockings.

"Now, Kate, come here and tell your daddy how much you miss him."

I walked over and hugged my dad tightly: "Oh, Dad, what's wrong with us?" At the same time, our two legs wrapped in smooth stockings rubbed against each other, and a strong sexy current attacked each other.

"You did a great job, Kate. Now kneel down and show your dad what you've learned and welcome him home."

My mind told me not to do this, but I still bent my legs, which were covered with stockings, and slowly knelt down. Then I found myself reaching down and pulling down Dad's small boxers, and his already hard cock popped out, pointing right at my lips.

"Take your daddy's cock in your mouth," your stepmom ordered. "Suck him and make him cum deep down your throat!

"Yes, that's it!" My stepmother cried out with delight as my father's penis penetrated my lips and entered my throat.

Dad has lost control. He held my head hard and started fucking my face as if he was fucking a woman's pussy. He kept pumping it in my throat, and gradually I felt his penis getting harder, and then his hot semen spurted out, spraying on my larynx and then slowly sliding down the back of my throat. During the whole process, he held me tightly.

"This is such a wonderful moment!" said the stepmother. "I hope you enjoyed it, it's your first time and you can swallow so much cum. Go wash up and put on some makeup, maybe later we can ask your dad to deflower your tranny cunt."

I went upstairs to touch up my makeup, and at the same time I heard my stepmother ask my father, "Do you like your son, um, daughter's welcome ceremony?"

Dad could only murmur, "What happened?

My stepmother then told my father about her overall plan for me.