So mom really didn’t get upset or mad about anything but she did let you know if she was not happy and her personal lipstick collection was one of them.

Being a very curious little boy and mesmerized by her lipstick I would always find myself looking through her lipstick collection.

Little boy’s can never put anything back correctly or organized we’re just too focused on the prize and her lipsticks being in a pretty tube I would twist those amazing lipsticks out of their tube and spend my time enjoying all the different and wonderful colors and scents.

Well as you can guess mom was not very pleased this was her private stash and no one should mess with it, on a few occasions mom would say something in a very stern and commanding voice, son stay out of my lipstick or call me by name in some belittling comment but it was all my fault and I knew that but each time it still had me feel terrible inside, one that mom would say it and two everyone in the house could hear it,
even today when I think back I can still feel it like it was yesterday.

In mom’s wonderful ways I would be getting all the lipstick she thought I needed to fill my little boy needs.

Most of our talks or me being introduced to some type of girl items was pretty much done when I was put to bed, mom had complete control and my full attention for as long as she needed while l was laying down looking up and feeling very submissive and I’m sure she felt very confident and in control just by looking at my expressions on my face it was a little overwhelming at times but still deep inside I was excited too.