The bedroom door clicked shut, and Maya leaned against it, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was empty, his mother at work, and the silence felt heavy, electric. He glanced at the dresser where her lingerie drawer sat slightly ajar, the soft lace and silk peeking out like an invitation. His breath quickened, his hands trembling as he approached.Maya’s fingers brushed the edge of the drawer, and he hesitated for only a moment before pulling it open. The scent of his mother’s perfume wafted up—floral, musky, intoxicating. His cock twitched in his pants, already hard at the thought of what he was about to do. He reached in, pulling out a pair of sheer black panties, the fabric so delicate it seemed to float in his hands. He held them up, staring at the intricate lace trim, the tiny bow at the front. His pulse raced as he stripped off his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside. He stepped into the panties, sliding them up his legs, the silky fabric clinging to his skin. The sensation was overwhelming—so soft, so feminine. He adjusted the waistband, letting the lace rest against his hips, and looked down at himself. His cock strained against the fabric, the head poking out from the waistband. A shiver ran through him as he took in the sight.Next, he pulled out a matching bra, the cups padded and lacy. He slipped it on, his hands trembling as he fastened the clasp at his back. The straps dug into his shoulders slightly, but he didn’t care. He looked at himself in the mirror, his long hair cascading down his back, the lingerie hugging his slender frame. His cock stuck out obscenely, but he ignored it for now. He wanted more.Maya rummaged through the drawer again, finding a pair of stockings and a garter belt. His fingers fumbled with the clasps as he attached the stockings, the smooth fabric sliding up his legs. The garter belt hugged his waist, the straps tight against his thighs. He stepped back, admiring himself in the mirror. He looked… beautiful. Feminine. His cock twitched again, and he couldn’t resist reaching down, stroking himself through the panties. A low moan escaped his lips as he rubbed the head, his fingers damp with precum.But he wasn’t done yet. He pulled open another drawer, finding his mother’s makeup kit. He set it on the dresser and began applying foundation, smoothing it over his face. His hands were surprisingly steady as he blended it in, then added blush and eyeshadow. He lined his eyes with black eyeliner, making them pop, and finished with a coat of red lipstick. He stared at his reflection, his heart pounding. He looked like a woman—a sexy, desirable woman.The euphoria was overwhelming. Maya’s hands drifted down to his chest, cupping the fake tits created by the padded bra. He squeezed them, imagining what it would feel like to have real breasts, to feel them bounce and jiggle as he moved. His cock throbbed, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached down, pulling the panties aside and wrapping his hand around his shaft. He stroked himself slowly at first, savoring the sensation, then faster, his breath coming in short gasps.He turned back to the mirror, watching himself as he jerked off. His reflection was mesmerizing—the lingerie, the makeup, the way his cock slid in and out of his fist. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. His balls tightened, and he knew he was close. He grabbed a vibrator from the drawer, turning it on and pressing it against his asshole. The vibrations sent shockwaves through his body, and he cried out, his cock pulsing as he came.Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering onto his stomach and chest. Maya’s knees buckled as he rode out the orgasm, the vibrator still buzzing against him. He leaned against the dresser, panting, his body trembling with pleasure. He looked at himself in the mirror again, his cum staining the lingerie. The sight turned him on even more, and he couldn’t help but reach down and stroke himself again.He wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

Maya, left alone at home, explored his mother's lingerie drawer, trying on her sheer black panties, a matching bra, stockings, and a garter belt, and admiring his reflection. He applied makeup, transforming his appearance, and masturbated while looking at himself in the mirror. He climaxed with the aid of a vibrator, then continued to pleasure himself, not yet satisfied.

The bedroom door clicked shut, and Maya leaned against it, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was empty, his mother at work, and the silence felt heavy, electric. He glanced at the dresser where her lingerie drawer sat slightly ajar, the soft lace and silk peeking out like an invitation. His breath quickened, his hands trembling as he approached.

Maya’s fingers brushed the edge of the drawer, and he hesitated for only a moment before pulling it open. The scent of his mother’s perfume wafted up—floral, musky, intoxicating. His cock twitched in his pants, already hard at the thought of what he was about to do. He reached in, pulling out a pair of sheer black panties, the fabric so delicate it seemed to float in his hands. He held them up, staring at the intricate lace trim, the tiny bow at the front. 

His pulse raced as he stripped off his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside. He stepped into the panties, sliding them up his legs, the silky fabric clinging to his skin. The sensation was overwhelming—so soft, so feminine. He adjusted the waistband, letting the lace rest against his hips, and looked down at himself. His cock strained against the fabric, the head poking out from the waistband. A shiver ran through him as he took in the sight.

Next, he pulled out a matching bra, the cups padded and lacy. He slipped it on, his hands trembling as he fastened the clasp at his back. The straps dug into his shoulders slightly, but he didn’t care. He looked at himself in the mirror, his long hair cascading down his back, the lingerie hugging his slender frame. His cock stuck out obscenely, but he ignored it for now. He wanted more.

Maya rummaged through the drawer again, finding a pair of stockings and a garter belt. His fingers fumbled with the clasps as he attached the stockings, the smooth fabric sliding up his legs. The garter belt hugged his waist, the straps tight against his thighs. He stepped back, admiring himself in the mirror. He looked… beautiful. Feminine. His cock twitched again, and he couldn’t resist reaching down, stroking himself through the panties. A low moan escaped his lips as he rubbed the head, his fingers damp with precum.

But he wasn’t done yet. He pulled open another drawer, finding his mother’s makeup kit. He set it on the dresser and began applying foundation, smoothing it over his face. His hands were surprisingly steady as he blended it in, then added blush and eyeshadow. He lined his eyes with black eyeliner, making them pop, and finished with a coat of red lipstick. He stared at his reflection, his heart pounding. He looked like a woman—a sexy, desirable woman.

The euphoria was overwhelming. Maya’s hands drifted down to his chest, cupping the fake tits created by the padded bra. He squeezed them, imagining what it would feel like to have real breasts, to feel them bounce and jiggle as he moved. His cock throbbed, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached down, pulling the panties aside and wrapping his hand around his shaft. He stroked himself slowly at first, savoring the sensation, then faster, his breath coming in short gasps.

He turned back to the mirror, watching himself as he jerked off. His reflection was mesmerizing—the lingerie, the makeup, the way his cock slid in and out of his fist. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. His balls tightened, and he knew he was close. He grabbed a vibrator from the drawer, turning it on and pressing it against his asshole. The vibrations sent shockwaves through his body, and he cried out, his cock pulsing as he came.

Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering onto his stomach and chest. Maya’s knees buckled as he rode out the orgasm, the vibrator still buzzing against him. He leaned against the dresser, panting, his body trembling with pleasure. He looked at himself in the mirror again, his cum staining the lingerie. The sight turned him on even more, and he couldn’t help but reach down and stroke himself again.

He wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

Male to female cross dresser want to be a female

Maya's Forbidden Lingerie Ecstasy Unleashed

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