Our First Female President

Chapter 73 – Family Secrets

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"Thanks for taking care of the golf, Dad. I've been a little short lately," said George to his father. The two were alone seated in the kitchen of the three-bedroom ranch style home where George grew up in suburban Charleston.

"Son, I know. To be truthful, I've gotten several calls from credit card companies suggesting I help you and Celeste out. I wish I could but everything your mother and I have is committed to our new place in Florida," said Carl Pearson taking a sip of his beer.

"Jesus, they even called you, the bastards. I understand. It's not your problem. Celeste and I blew it. All I can say is we've become followers of Dave Ramsey. We're not spending a dime that we don't have to. Unfortunately it may be too late to keep us out of bankruptcy court."

"I can let you have a couple of thousand," said Carl.

"No, you and Mom deserve your retirement. You've worked hard. How's the sale coming?"

"Our realtor thinks we are going to get an offer Monday. Couple being transferred here from Charlotte wants the place."

"That's terrific."

"So we'll be off to sunny Florida in a month or so."

"Where is Mom?"

"Over at Mabel and Orin Tucker's visiting," said Carl.

"Dad, I'm reluctant to bring this up but something's been bothering me for a long time. It concerns the room in the basement," said George after taking a sip of his beer. Over the years he'd often thought about having this discussion with his father but had always lost his nerve at the last minute. However events of the last few months had lead to a change in George's mindset.

"Actually, it's more 'rooms in the basement' now. Once you and your sister moved out, Arlene and I finished off the rest of the basement and added some play space so we could host parties. What made you decide to ask after all these years?"

"I've learned things about myself I always suspected but was never willing to admit. But I've known since high school that you and Mom walked the wild side," said George.

"Once you and Lenore reached your teens, I knew you'd figure out that Arlene and I weren't exactly your average couple when it came to sexual lifestyle."

"Yeah, we had a good idea of what was going on by the time we finished high school. We figured that was your business. Lately, I've come to realize that I'm not quite the straight as an arrow type I always considered myself. I may be more like you than I realized."

"With us retiring to Florida, it's as good a time as any to talk about your mother and my hobby."

"Hobby?"

"Good a word as any, would you prefer sin, perversion or depravity. I suppose fetish is more accurate. You'd have to be a pretty dumb kid growing up in the same house not to realize that your mother and I were into certain things considered beyond the pale by the good folks down at Briarwood Baptist Church."

"You and I share a certain fetish," said George amazed and relieved that he was at long last having this talk with his father.

"I always thought that Arlene and I were the kind of parents that could discuss pretty much anything with their children. But Arlene kept telling me to wait until you got older and somehow it never happened. I'm glad we're finally talking. It takes a burden off your old dad."

"You were a great parent and so was Mom. Lenore and I have no complaints," said George.

"In our view, sex even the kind that some people call perverted is normal and natural. If you recall I bought you your first box of condoms and showed you how to use them."

"Yes, you embarrassed the hell out of me. I couldn't even get an erection I was so embarrassed. The damn rubber kept falling off," said George.

"I hope it didn't fall off the first time you snuck Gracie Wells up to your room and fucked her," said Carl.

"Christ, you knew about that."

"Your Mom and I got all excited listening to Grace moan and carry on. She was quite the potty mouth for a thirteen year old."

"Gracie was my first and thank to you she was impressed as hell at how I put on a condom. There's been a change in Celeste and my sexual lifestyle and I need to talk about it. Like I mentioned a moment ago, you and I share a certain fetish. That's what I want to discuss."

"I assume you mean dressing up in women's clothes and being treated like a woman sexually," said Carl.

"If this conversation is too embarrassing, we can stop now and pretend it never happened."

"Nope, candor is long overdue. Do you know where your mother is right now?"

"You just said she was over at the Tucker's."

"Yes but what I didn't say is that she's probably got her face buried in Mabel's snatch while Orin takes her from behind. My bet is old Orin has used a ridding crop to put a nice red glow on Mabel and Arlene's rear. Orin's brother Bill maybe there too. When your Mom gets home, she'll make me lie on the floor and suck out the cream pies blasted up her ass or cunt, maybe both. I'm ready to be as candid and open as you like. When did you first learn about the room downstairs?"

"Sophomore year in high school. You left it unlocked one day. The key was in the door. I was curious. None of the friends had a room in their basement that was always locked and they weren't allowed in."

"What did you think?"

"Didn't know what to think. At first, I was confused. Then after I made a duplicate key and had more time to look I figured it out. Lenore being older knew right away what you were into once I showed her the room."

"Daddy is a cross dresser and Mom is an S&M player who switches from dominatrix to submissive. Both of us are serious swingers who like to party. What interested you more, Cross-dressing or S&M? Let me guess, CD."

"When I was in high school, I tried on some of Lenore's lingerie. I immediately got an erection. I thought there was something wrong with me that I was a faggot. I only did it a few times then I quit and swore I'd never go it again. And I've kept that promise until recently."

"The first time I ever slipped a pair of your grandmother Pearson's panty on I got hard as a rock and blew my load right in her drawers. Nylon and my cock went together like bacon and eggs. What brought this on at the grand old age of twenty-eight? I was dressing up in my mom's and your Aunt Gale's clothes when I was twelve."

"Sorry, I can't go into that now. Recently. I was forced to wear women's lingerie. When that happened, I got off on it," said George.

"The feel of silk panties against your cock rocked your world," said Carl.

"And how. It was like I had stepped into an exciting new life. I will now admit that I like to dress like a woman and have sex like one," said George.

"Except you don't have a pussy and won't have unless you go to a doctor and have him convert your pole to a hole," said Carl.

"Have you ever considered that?"

"Yes, but it ain't cheap and don't expect Blue Cross to cover it. I decided to treat my asshole as my man pussy and leave it at that. But I know some folks that have been snipped. It's a different world. What does Celeste say or does she know?" said Carl.

"She knows and she's all right with it so far. We've both been exploring a new lifestyle lately. She's discovered some things about herself," said George.

"Such as mate-swapping, bisexuality?"

"Both, she's definitely bisexual."

"What woman isn't? Most females are ready to do a little muff diving. Sometimes it takes a few drinks or some liquid Ecstasy to get them started. Your Mom never touched a pussy until we went sailing with some friends. Our host anchored the boat in a remote cove. We had a few drinks more than a few really. There were four couples and we decided to go skinny-dipping. After our swim, the owner pulls out a mat and suggests we play Naked Twister. Everybody was pretty drunk and it wasn't long before only your Mom and the host's wife were left. Somehow your Mom winds up with her face between the woman's legs. Arlene found something there worthy of a little tongue action and the two proceeded to go down on each other while the rest of us watched and jerked off. After that it was orgy time. Arlene ate out every woman and fucked every man on board. From then on, your Mom has divided her sexual activity between men and women. Frankly, I don't know whether she prefers to munch rug or suck dick. But I can tell you she loves to do both."

"So you've always liked to cross dress?" asked George returning the conversation to what interested him.

"Yes son. Your dad's a CD and a damn good one. Good enough to go out in public and fool anybody. You could too. We're built alike," said Carl.

"Would you help me? I've been struggling with so many things, make-up, hair, and nails. I'm a complete neophyte and I don't want to look ridiculous."
"I'd be proud to. Not only can I teach you techniques I can give you a lot of stuff you can use. I've collected far more than I can fit into our condo in Florida. Plus I've put on a few pounds lately and some of my dresses are too small. But they'll fit you just fine. How much do you weigh?"

"140."

"Height?"

"5'11."

"I'm 5'11" but I've allowed myself to reach 175. But I was 140 to 145 for most of my adult life. I bought a copy of the South Beach Diet at Barns & Nobles last week. I'm going to try to lose it. Let's go downstairs and see what we can find. Want to play dress up with your Dad?"

"Yes, that would be great."

"Even if Dad gets a hardon when he sees how pretty you look?"

"Even if?"

"All right, let's take our beer," said Carl.

"Just one more thing, Dad. Do you think there's any chance that I could look like this?" said George pulling a photo out of his pocket unfolding it and handing it to his father.

"That's Senator Williams," said Carl looking at the photo.

"Yes, she's the one."

"Some stud you want to please got a yin for her and wants you to do a little role playing?"

"Something like that," said George.

"Similar facial structure and coloration, I could get you close. You wouldn't fool her husband or close friends. But for this guy who wants to play a little make believe, he'll buy it. Luckily, I have one of those blue pin stripe suits that she likes to wear. Let's go take a look."

George felt a shiver of anticipation as he descended the steps into the full basement that he recalled his father painstakingly finishing when he was a boy.

"You have made some changes," said George recalling the large family room where he had spent hours with his friends playing video games. The room was smaller by half than he recalled it.

"When you and your sister left, we cut the TV room in half to provide more space to our 'hobby' as we like to call it. But since we've started to show the house to realtors, I've had to remove the S&M furnishing. It wouldn't do for potential buyers to see your Mom's whip collection and St. Andrews cross," said Carl unlocking the door and turning on the light in what was now a large mainly empty room.

"This could hold a crowd," commented George.

"We had ten couples here last fall. That was one hell of a party went on for two days," said George walking through the room to another locked door. "Remind me to show you some pictures. I was dressed like Faye Dunaway in that film, Mommie Dearest'. I looked real Joan Crawford. Your old man's butt saw almost continuous action. Had a sore tail for a week."

"I'd love to see them if Mom wouldn't mind," said George.

"Neither of us minds. You're all grown up now. You can handle the fact that your mother and I were charter members of the pervert's club. Even your Mom had become more open about her sexuality."

"And here it is. Your dad's inner sanctum, his holy of holies, the secret place where he transformed himself from Carl to Carlotta or Charlene or Charlotte," said Carl opening the door and turning on the light then standing aside for George to enter.

"This is really something. You've added a lot since I moved out," said George stepping into the brightly lit room. One entire wall was covered in floor to ceiling mirror and in the corner was a three-sided dressing mirror. There was a large make-up table covered in cosmetics and an empty dress rack. George marveled as his father opened a large walk in closet.

"To be a successful CD, first of all you have to have the right DNA. You're not going to fool anybody if you're 6'6", 300 pounds, with fifty-inch shoulders and a barrel chest. Cross-dressing isn't for everyone. But even with the right genetic material, you need to work at it," said Carl taking a photo album off a shelf and handing it to his son.

"That's you?" said George. He had opened the album to a wedding photo. He barely recognized his father in a long wedding dress standing beside a tuxedo-attired individual he recognized as the man who was his high school soccer coach. "Is that Sam Lewis?"

"Yes, Sam had a thing for me and suggested we get married. That was taken up at the lake. It was a perfect Saturday afternoon for a wedding," said Carl.

"You had quite a party," commented George looking at the photos of Sam removing his father's garter, the two of them dancing and feeding each other wedding cake. When George scanned the crowd, he recognized some of his father's male friends dressed up as women.

"Who were your bridesmaids?" asked George looking at one of the formal wedding pictures.

"That's Barry Simpson, Ed Longwood, and Jake Lazarus," said Carl looking at the pictures with his son.

"They look great, very femme," said George.

"Everybody went all out. It was the cross dressing party of the summer. Sam spent a fortune. He'd inherited some money when his dad died. There were over a hundred guests," said Carl. "Your mother was the flower girl."

"It looks like you had a good time," said George turning the album page to view a photo of his father kneeling down in front of the groom sucking his cock. They were in the center of the dance floor. A circle of admirers surrounded the couple. The circle included his mother dressed in a pretty yellow dress. She had yellow flowers in her hair and looked quite beautiful. But another photo at the bottom of the page was of his mother standing with her back to the camera looking over her shoulder smiling. The dress had no back and his mother's bare back, butt, and legs were plainly visible.

"Your Mom created quite the stir with her backless dress. When she appeared to walk down the aisle with a basket of flowers everyone sort of sighed at about how pretty she looked. But when she walked past and there was her naked ass on view, they freaked out. As soon as the ceremony was over, the crowd wanted a piece of her tail," said Carl looking over his son's shoulder at the album.

"Amazing, I'd love for something like that to happen to me," said George.

"Maybe it will one day. I think I can style this like the Senator," said Carl selecting a blonde wig off the shelf where a dozen wigs were on stands. "Why don't you loose the clothes? There's a set of white lingerie in the top drawer over there."

As he undressed, George marveled at his father's accomplishments. The closet was neat as a pin. Rows of built in drawers and shelves lined one wall. There were dozens of shoes and boots lined up on shelves. George felt his cock harden as he opened a drawer full of carefully folded women's lingerie.

"Try the white stay up hose and matching boy shorts," said Carl standing by his son. George flinched slightly when his father touched his bare bottom.

"You got my bottom. Everyone always said my rear was made for boy shorts," said Carl rubbing his hand over his son's buttocks.

"Feels good, Dad, a little weird given that you're my father," said George pushing his rear into his father's hand.

"I've got some creams that will remove unwanted hair from your hynie. You'll be smooth as a baby's butt for the next stud that slips his cock up your ass," said Carl.

"That would be terrific. I'd like to be completely hairless," said George closing his eyes as his cock hardened in response to his father's touch.

"You use it in the shower. Works like a charm and there's no mess. I better stop the butt play or you and me will wind up on the floor," said Carl removing his hand.

"How would Mom feel if she found out that you and I got it on?" said George turning toward his father.

"She could deal with it. She and Lenore did the nasty a few times," said Carl reaching down to wrap his fist around his son's cock and stroking it.

"Mom and Lenore did it with one another?"

"Yep, the first time was when Lenore was in college. Lenore had broken up with that musician fellow and she was really down when she came home on break."

"His name was Ethan and he played violin," said George who had never imagined that his conservative and reserved older sister had done anything so outlandish as having sex with her own mother. George closed his eyes and listened as his father talked while masturbating him.
One afternoon, your sister started crying on your Mom's shoulder about men in general and Ethan in particular. Apparently, she'd really humiliated herself to please the bastard. He was a dominant who made her wear a dog collar to S&M parties. He liked to take Lenore to slave auctions and sell her for the evening then watch as the highest bidder screwed her, that sort of thing. Anyway somehow in the process of consoling Lenore, they started kissing and that lead to me finding them in bed eating each other's cunt like a pair of screaming dykes."

"I am really getting turned on," said George. His cock was now fully erect.

As much pleasure as this is, let's stop for now and get you dressed as the Senator. Then we'll have some fun.

George found the next hour one of the most exciting in his life as his father transformed him. His cock stayed hard during the entire time he dressed and had his make-up applied.

"Pretty damn close," said Carl comparing the picture of Senator Williams to the finished George.

"You're a genius, Dad," said George admiring his appearance in the three-sided mirror. He was wearing a dark blue pin striped suit, white silk blouse and medium heeled pumps. The blonde wig was perfect. George pictured himself up at Colonel Mercer's lake house bent over a chair while the Colonel sodomised him.

"Nothing that you can't learn to do too. If Celeste is willing, get her to work with you on makeup and the rest. Your Mother was my instructor and advisor until I learned to do things on my own."

"You look terrific too, Dad. And you were so quick," said George noting that his father had donned a leopard print dress and curly brunette wig.

"Speed comes with practice and of course. Some things are easier to get into than others."

"Dad, is there anyplace that we could go in public like this? You know as father and son?"

"Yes, there's a private club in downtown Charleston. Only CDs and the men who love them are allowed to join. I'm a member. You could go as my guest. Why don't you call Celeste and tell her you and your Dad are going out to dinner and you'll be late."

"I'll do that," said George reaching for his cell phone.