“What?” he said.“You want to try?”“Try what? — Oh.”“Come on. It’ll be fun.”“If you tell anybody, I’m dead meat.”“I won’t... I swear.”“Promise?”“Sure.“I mean promise.“Yes!”“OK then.”We went upstairs, and while he waited in my room, I went into the bathroom came back with mom’s compact, a tube of her lipstick, a small bottle of blush, and a swab. Eddie was sitting on the edge of my bed.The lipstick was peach.“This’ll look good on you,” I said, like I knew. “Here. Pooch your lips out like you’re. Now that I had accepted my i****tuous feelings, it was a new and exciting taboo that got me thinking about other ways to enhance this experience. I had never been interested in panties before but I’d seen it on movies and in porn so I thought I’d give it a try. It worked great because Bear often stole her dirty panties to eat the crotch that was scented with her motherly juices. So she just scolded the dog after I stole some of her sheer, lacy panties. I didn’t get off on sniffing them too much. Even at that very young age, I somehow knew that what I wasdoing was both wrong (not permitted) but 'right'. I did this secretlyfor a few years, until I was six or seven. I assume that at that age, Iwas leaving traces of my dressing, but Mother never said a word. Didshe know? To this day, I do not know. All I can think is that if sheknew, maybe she was hoping it was a phase that would pass, and if shedid not know, it was because she did not want to know, and so wasignoring the. I rang the doorbell and sure enough he opened up (I don't know why I thought he wouldn't be I sure hoped he wouldn't) "good you came, come in" "before we have dinner I want to show you something, follow me" I followed him up the stairs into a room (which turned out to be his bedroom) once inside I heard a click noise and sure enough he had locked the door behind us "you look beautiful" he said as he walked up to be, I stepped back a few steps until I hit the bed. He put his arms around my.