Must guys had moved out of home by 25, but not me. I was still far too into my moms closet and accessories, also my income was still quite low.
Living with mom was mostly pretty good as we enjoyed each others company, she never judged me or gave me a hard time when I wasn't working. Mom was still quite attractive at 44, but had lost the weight battle in her thirties. Now a size 16, she was perfectly sized for me. She had nice legs and a curvy bum, C cup boobs, and long dirty bleached hair - she still could get admiring glances. She was single again, and hitting the bottle - she had a history of drinking when depressed and was out of control again.
She knew I was a cross dresser, I had lost count of how many girly garments she had removed from my bedroom (including her own bras, panties, and panty hose) and had put in the trash. I always had a shower before having a dress up session in her bedroom. I had to be careful when wearing her dresses not to leave any splash marks as evidence, as dry cleaning was quite expensive.
I loved smelling and wearing her worn clothes from the laundry basket, nothing turned me on so much. Inhaling pussy from her panties while wearing her black stockings would get me off in seconds. I loved the smell of her sweat from her work out clothes. I struggled to make any masturbation last longer than minutes when mom was involved. I had so many bad sexy visions of Mom when alone at night, I wore her borrowed intimates in bed to get off most nights. The closest I had got to exploring my fantasy was an experience with a mature lady who made a great substitute, it was a one time only session where she let me eat her pussy for an hour while wearing her bra and panties, she didn't have to touch me as I came by thrusting down on the mattress.
I had occasional girlfriends of around my age which made mom happy, nothing would last more than a month or two though. I was always a disappointment to the girls when naked, my tiny penis was still a small penis when erect. The only time my penis looked good to me was in panties. Girlfriends couldn't work me out, and I couldn't be honest with them about my desires.
After Mom got dumped by her last Mr. Sleazebag, she would regularly go out drinking with her desperate single friends. She would hit the gin and vodka pretty hard at home at the weekend.