Well after my little adventure in the bathroom with my mom's panties, I went out for a couple of drinks with my friends. But, in spite of having company, the only thing that kept playing in my mind was the feel of those satin panties and how horny I had felt in them. All I could imagine was getting back to the house as soon as possible, before my parents returned, and having one more go at it.

I returned around seven in the evening. Since my parents had a convenience store, I knew they wouldn't be back before nine. I had plenty of time and plenty of plans too. So I rushed up to the bathroom, stripping down on the way. As soon as I reached there, I turned the laundry basket upside down and picked up the girdle panties.

One thing worth mentioning is my personal drawback, that I couldn't control the urge to rub fast. So essentially whenever I masturbated I never lasted more than a minute or so and that is what happened at that moment. I wore the panties and started stroking furiously. I don't know why but I didn't even bother to look into a mirror or have a little foreplay. All I had on my mind was to cum, which I did in less than a minute. After that I cleaned the panties, took a shower and got into my night clothes. By that time my parents were back home so we had dinner, watched television for about forty-five minutes and then went off to sleep.

But I couldn't identify myself that night. Maybe it was the sudden onset of guilt, maybe it was shame, maybe it was something that I couldn't figure out, but what I couldn't decide was what or who was I now.

So the next morning, my parents left for work and I started my research. I learned that what I had done, twice yesterday, was a somewhat common fetish known as cross dressing. I was relieved to know that there was something which defined it. I even read some cross dressing articles and memoirs of cross dressers from all around the world.

That entire afternoon I kept on reading cross dresser stories on Indian and foreign websites and what not. And that's how I found Lush. I was so ecstatic to have found a site with so many genres and one of them being cross dressing. So I signed up immediately, but a heads up that I wasn't active much for the early one year or so.

Then I went on to the cross dressing section and read a couple of stories to my heart's content. After that I took a shower. Later my parents came back and rest is the story that you all are well versed with.

The next day I had an idea. After my parents left, I locked the house's main door, went up the stairs and fired up my laptop. I even got the lingerie from the laundry basket. This time, it was a pink cotton tanga with a satin bow in the front and a black lace bra.

I went to the local sex site, which lists the people looking for sex partners. So I signed up on one of them, filled out my profile, although I didn't post pictures due to personal reasons, and waited for a reply.

And I waited and waited. It was about two hours later that I got a reply.

Personally I had hoped it was a lady who would love to see a sixteen-year-old wearing his mom's panties. But it turned out to be a forty-year-old guy, sitting in a cybercafe in Lucknow, which is about fifty miles from my town, Kanpur. So we had a chat for some time, you know a little flirting, a little getting to know each other. Then after an hour he said he wanted to see me on cam.

Of course I was reluctant at first because, well it's obvious isn't it? It wasn't like I was bi-curious at that moment, which I learned later. But maybe my hormones took me on a dive that day. I said yes but with a condition that I would cover my face because of privacy reasons.

He was a sport and said that he wouldn't want it any other way. So I covered my face like bandits do and switched on my cam. On getting confirmation that he could see me, we were all set. The only thing that struck me as odd was that he didn't switch on his cam, which really didn't bother me at that moment because I was totally in a state of bliss. But I could still hear his voice.

So as I said earlier, I was always the 'quick to finish' kind of guy. But this man, he told me not to rub myself. He gave me tasks to do so as to control my urge. First of all he wanted me to spin around so he could have a good look at my body.

Once done, he told me to spank myself with my bottom facing the cam, which I happily did.

Then was the tough job. He told me to dance for him. Now dancing was something I couldn't do because I wasn't good at it and was always nervous dancing for people.

But he reassured me that the dance didn't matter. He just wanted to see my body in different styles. Now if anyone has ever seen 'Indian item' number you would know how raunchy and erotic they are. He gave me one of the raunchiest ones of that year. It was called, “Sheila Ki Jawani”. Do check it on YouTube if you like.

So I started dancing to the song and he kept telling me which moves to do, like twerking, grinding against the bed side, showing my ass off. Soon he was satisfied and then he told me to strip and cum for him.

It was about time and I was horny as hell. So I just came furiously and in under a minute, which he did like, but he told me that he would tell me tricks and ways to control my timing. So before signing off we exchanged our email addresses and said goodbye.

Then all I that had left to do was clean up the mess I had created while reminiscing over the details of the day I had spent with Ram (the guy's name).

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