My most embarrassing moment was the day my grandmother caught me giving my boyfriend a blow job while in drag. I didn't know my mom had invited her over for dinner. I was 13 and my boyfriend was 19. I absolutely adored his gigantic hourse cock. It was my mission in life to be able to one day cram the entire thing down my throat so he could feel my stomach acid on his foreskin.

So Mom was at work and had called to say she would be two hours later and just simply forgot to mention Grandma was coming over for dinner. I figured I had two hours so I invited my boyfriend who lived next door over for a mouth fuck. I love the taste of his sperm. there is no such thing as enough of his sperm in my mouth. So he was sitting back on the sofa with his massive meat hanging out of his blue jeans and his eyes closed. I was bobbing up and down like a good sissy slut with my long hair in pigtails and pink lace lingerie and high heals on and I can't hear the door open (she has her own key) because my mouth is making wet sucking sounds that would drown out a jack hammer. She stood there for half an hour watching before she cleared her throat. She told me that I was an adorable pretty girl and suggested I take my boyfriend to my room for privacy. I wasn't out. Nobody knew I liked boys or cross dressing though I suppose the long hair and earrings and effeminate mannerisms ought to have been a clue.

So much blood had rushed to my face from embarrassment that my dick didn't have enough blood to stay hard. I ran to my room dragging my boyfriend with me. The we were so turned on from being caught that we fucked like crazy for about an hour. I came twice just from having that massive cock tear apart my ass while I made out with my boyfriend who is gorgeous.

Grandma invited my boyfriend to stay for dinner. Mom knew him as simply my best friend. At the dinner table Grandma pointed out to my mom that I hadn't gotten all the nail polish off my fingers and had a little eye make-up that I missed removing and that she really ought to teach me better how to remove my make-up. That is how my mother learned that I cross dress. then Grandma asked "So how long have you two been dating." As I said, I wasn't out. I had never told mom I liked boys though I was not strictly speaking gay since I am also attracted to girls. I was red faced again and thought I was going to pass out from embarrassment. My boyfriend looked scared.

Mom turned to grandma and told her that she'd been waiting for me to ask for her help with make-up. Wait! She knew? Yup! She knew. She had known all along about me liking boys, my boyfriend and my cross dressing.

The next day Mom and Grandma took me clothes shopping for girl's clothes and to the beauty salon to get my hair bleached blond and get my nails done. I dated my boyfriend for three more years before he got a job in another state and I couldn't follow since I was still in high school. By the time I graduated he had moved on and had another boyfriend.

But I will never forget that day when Grandma caught me then outed me and then I found out everyone already knew.