When I was young, I used to like to watch my mother put on her make up. She would be sitting at her make up table, carefully painting her face, dressed only in a bra and pantyhose. She made no attempt to cover her bush in the sheer pantyhose. Id be sitting on the side of the bed in just my underwear, watching her intently, as she transformed herself into a very sexy woman. She used to give me a hug and a kiss on the lips when she was done, then she would tease me saying "HA HA, your wearing lipstick!" I dont think she realized I was into her make up and lingerie every chance I got. One day she did this, and I held her half naked body a little firmer than usual, the usual peck turned into a lingering ten second kiss. Suddenly, she pulls back, looks down at the growing bulge in my underwear, and shoos me out of the room so she can get dressed, like she always did. I could never figure that out. Id be staring at her half naked body for 45 minutes to an hour, even hooking her bra for her, but I had to leave when she put clothes on? After that little incident, she suddenly needed her privacy, and I no longer spent that time with her. Around this time, I started getting the house to myself after school, and my crossdressing was an almost daily event. Dad came home from work early one day and caught me, but thats another story.