Barb & Jami Ch 3 free porn video

Barb entered her house on Friday afternoon with shopping bags in hand and an ache in her feet. Still dressed for the office she wore dark slacks, tailored broadly for her large dimensions, and a silky tan colored blouse with a bold leopard pattern. Her weight precluded dramatic heels but today even her modest clogs were uncomfortable.
“Jimmy.”, she called, her deep tones booming through the house as she walked to the family room and it's large sectional sofa. “Come say hello to you tired old mom.” Heavy bangles on her wrists and earrings swung as she moved, giving little vibrations to help her along the last few steps, where she dropped her bags and collasped onto the furniture.

Barbara stretched out her legs across the cushions of the sofa, her right hip pressed into the back cushions but her left butt cheek still d****d over the front edge. She kicked off her shoes and raised both heels enough that she could flex and twist her toes and ankles.

Also still dressed for work, Jimmy entered the room wearing dark jeans and a tee shirt, heavy safety shoes on his feet.
“There you are, Honey. Come sit down with me.” Barb haled Jimmy and moved her feet in a bit to give him room.

Barbara shifted her bulk, moving her thick thighs to one side and drawing her feet in again. “Jimmy, honey… you used to rub my feet for me. Could you do that for me, again.”
Barb raised her heels, her sheer brown knee hi's wiggling with the movement of her toes wagging at him. That Barbara had called him from his room was not so unusual... but generally it meant she had a complaint she wanted to air out. Instead, to sit so chummy on the couch like this, his mother being warm and engaging, was very unusual. Jimmy was unsure about the moment so having a task to complete gave him something to focus on. He smiled and raised his hands, drawing her feet on to his legs.
To have his beautiful mother's feet in his lap was not like anything that had happened since he was in middle school... then it had just been a favor she would ask while they watched TV. Now he was trying not to be too enthralled. He adored her and to have his mother being nice to him was intoxicating. Her warm foot so close to his groin was immediately creating excitement in his loins. Without being obvious he adjusted his package inside his denims, hoping his mother wouldn't notice an unavoidable erection.

He worked his hands slowly, prolonging the moment. He began by stretching her arches and tendons, and then squeezing up and down each foot between heel and toe. He used his fingers gently to manipulate her toes and the small spaces between them. His Mother had taught him years ago how to do this for her, but he was no more than 14 the last time he had done it. Now he was so spellbound in Barbara's prescence he could hardly think but the old memories came to his hands almost immediately and soon Barb was leaning back savoring the sensation. Jimmy manipulated her feet and saw her body react to his ministrations. It quietly thrilled him that he could stimulate her like that, that her gorgeous body would respond to his carress.

All the time his hands worked slow and steady on her feet, his eyes performed a slow and thorough scan of Barbara's rich body. Her hips and ass were wonderfully over generous, her pubic mound a broad arc that shaped the front of her dark slacks. Kissably close, her soft belly cast a shadow, dr****g her blouse as her gut hung past where the waistband of her pants ended. That fleshy pillow was just a platform that rounded the silky a****l print and led his eyes to the magnificant landscape of her bosom. Her breasts were soft enough that he could see they puddled out a bit but were still contained in one of her heavy bras. Textured cups and the arc of the underwires were revealed by the blouses soft d****. The buttoned front of the blouse teased him with slight gaps that his vision failed to penetrate, though he stared and tried to will a glimpse of forbidden flesh. He could smell her sweet cologne, Midnight Lust, though it was thin so late in the day. But that was just a nice overlay to his mother's potent natural odor, her large woman's musk rich in the day's heat. He savored the bouquet, with all it's high points and subtleties.

"Such a sweet boy," she said softly, her voice a rich rumble. She went on, more gently than she'd spoken to her son in a long time."You and Jerry both pamper me. I don't know what I'd do without the two of you. You are so special to me, Jimmy." Her words trailed off as she let herself relax.
Her eyes remained closed as she gave her feet over to his care.
"You work so hard at that warehouse. I don't know how you do it... I'm just glad you've got a good home here with me." His mother's voice was soft as if she were speaking from a dream.
Jimmy was suprised at her words. He didn't think she knew the first thing about his job, and he certainly never had a sense that she was glad to have him living there.

She wriggled her toes, her left foot in her son's strong grasp, "You're doing a great job, honey. That feels just perfect. I'm going to have you do this more often."
She rested quietly for another few minutes as Jimmy finished up his massage, his motions coming slowly to an end. "That was the best. Jimmy, Honey... mmmmmmmmmm I could kiss you!" Barbara said with a light spirit and a bright smile, grateful for his care. Softly she purred and sighed, "This is heaven. I'm gonna just rest here whenever you're done."
Jimmy mildly blushed at the warm outpouring, gratefull he that he could earn her favor.

Unexpectedly, Barbara tipped her head at a distracting thought, and frowned. With an exasperated sigh, she put her hand to her head. "Honey, my laundry hamper is full and I don't know what I'm going to wear tomorrow. Could you go dump it out, throw all my underwear in a pile and put that into the washer? Don't worry about whites and colors... just pile them in. They're mostly synthetics anyway."
She attempted an adorable pouty frown as she gave him a pleading look, "I'm such a fool to not remember sooner. And now your massage has my so relaxed and my feet feeling woonnnddder-fullll. Let me enjoy this for a little while?"
She waived at her abandoned parcels that she'd dropped next to the sofa, "I might have a suprise for you later," she offered, a tempting lilt to her voice and a suggestive arch to her shaped eyebrows.

Jimmy drew a slow breath, hoping he wasn't too obvious in his arousal. "Yeah, I'll do that," he responded simply, hardly noticing her tempting offer for later.
He smoothly extricated himself, cradling Barbara's feet as he rose, then turning to lay them gently onto the cushions below. Outwardly calm, Jimmy moved with quiet motivation up the stairs to his Mother's room and her laundery hamper full of soiled underwear. He'd just spent time in an intimate setting, basking in Barbara's warm aura as his hungry eyes were devouring her obese contures, his starving ego fueled by his mother's kind words. Feeling her move with pleasure at his massage had been so erotic, not to mention her heels occassionally pressing dangerously close to his explosive package. Now the offer to freely rub his face in a pile of her dirty panties was a chance that Jimmy couldn't refuse.

In her bathroom, Jimmy fell to his knees and grabbed the hamper, upending it and letting a rainbow of lingerie fall around his knees. In a frenzy he grabbed all the panties he could see before him and pressed them to his face in a wad of nylon and lace. A beautiful bra of black sculpted lace caught his eye and Jimmy stared at it, thinking of the rich flesh that rested within those beautiful cups.

He had sat so close, squeezing her feet and listening to her deep rich voice. Her eyes had been closed most of the time and Jimmy's gaze had been magnetically drawn to rove up and down her generous form; her thick thighs and wide hips that had saddled rightup against him, the swell of her stomach so soft it would ripple with her movements, and the round mountains that were her bra*stuffing breasts. Oh, god! Her tits... he wanted lose himself there.
He relived all that as he pressed his face to a hand full of her soiled panties. He moved the soft fabric slowly but randomly, savoring the sexy feminine feel against his skin. In his movements he felt a section of fabric that was stiff and starchy. He sucked that into his mouth, savoring the thought of his mother's vaginal juices soaking into a cotton gusset. He did taste a salty residue and a strong dose of her cologne; the cocktail drove his frenzy over the top.
His right hand was stroking his now naked cock and he aimed the erupting cannon, spewing his white seed over the cups of the dark lace bra. His afterglow lingering, he pressed his cock to the bra, painting it, smearing its rough black texture with the thick puddles of his white semen.

Finally, Jimmy's energy spent and the thrill of sex dissapated, he rose on his knees and gathered the underwear he'd been sent to launder. As he gathered the basket in his arms, he saw the black bra, his white cum still a contrasting overlay in Pearl and Silver on the dark cotten lace. He liked it but he wasn't sure why. The mark of a sissy or a ladyboy? He was too big and too old to be a ladyboy he realized as he carried the basket to the washer and dumped the basket's contents inside. "Just a sissy then?" he asked himself. "Or just a pervert?", he reflected again, closing the washer lid.

Barbara had calculated the arrousing effect she'd have on her son and knew what her assignment for him would mean. She guessed it wouldn't take her son's pent up energy very long to be spraying his load, sure that he would beat his meat with his face buried in her soiled underwear.
She'd waited patiently, listening for when he'd finally leave her room and head for the laundry. When she did hear his movements, she chuckled. 'Not even 5 minutes. "That's my little pervert!" she thought to herself, a wry smile on her face.

Jimmy made his way to the kitchen, skirting the living room because he was unsure if his mother's mood would still be so welcoming. When she did hear him, she immediately called out, "Jimmy honey, there you are. I was getting worried you had run away."
She used her strong voice to instruct him from the next room, "There is a big hoagie in the fridge. Grab it and a couple of cokes. Bring those out here." Barbara had plans for this evening and cooking a full meal was something there just wasn't time for. She'd picked up the sub on the day before, hoping it would be enough for an evening meal.

His hands full of cold drinks and the wrapped sandwich, Jimmy made his way across the carpet and around the couch. As he turned to face his mother still sprawled on the couch he came to a halt.
Just minutes ago, his mother had still been fully dressed as if she'd just come in the door. Now her slacks were unzipped and the open waistband was relaxed low on her wide hips. He saw his mother's broad fat mound filled out a silver colored pair of satin panties, dark hairs poking out to contrast against the pale skin of her thighs. There was a white lace overlay and Jimmy thought of his white cum on the black lace just minutes ago.
Her blouse was also completely unbuttoned and revealing most of her soft mammaries and a bra that matched the silvery satin and lace panties. As she lay back on the sofa, her heavy bags tried to sag off the sides of her torso but for now the engineering of her support garment kept them restrained. The globes were firm enough but they still spread like fleshy pillows that met in the center of her breast bone.

Barbara reached a hand with manicured nails and gestured for him to sit, "I'm just a fat old lady, relaxing on my own couch. Come. Sit. Relax with me." She drew in her knees, her size not allowing her to curl up more compactly.

They ate quietly, each alone with their thoughts. Jimmy cast side long glances, his eyes hungry for all the bare skin Barbara's open clothing now revealed. Barb remarked how hungry she was and seemd to tuck into the food with her full attention, but really she was watching her son, aware of the temptation her open clothing offered him.
Soon, Barbara was urging Jimmy to renew his work on her tired feet, "I'm addicted" she complained, wiggling her toes near Jimmy's face.

Jimmy was mute as he took his mother's feet into his lap. The nylon knee highs were gone, and now with bare skin under his touch, her warm feet seemed even more alive, as if he had a hold two small muscular creatures. He pressed a long finger against the back of her toes and she curled them as if to grasp his finger.
He looked into Barbara's eyes, guaging for her temperment. She seemed very obviously to be in a fine mood but this was all very much out of the ordinary. She gave him a coy smile, turning her face in feigned modesty.
"Oh honey, relax. I'm just your fat old Mama. You've seen me like this before." She pressed vigorously with her heels, digging sharply into his meaty thigh, "Get working, lackey. My feet are needy." she demanded.
Jimmy gathered up one foot and began the same movements he'd performed earlier, squeezing, twisting and flexing the foot. Old skills felt familiar again, and boosted by his mother's confidance in his results, Jimmy settled into it and really tried to give his mother a treat.
Almost immediately as he sat down he realized his mother's scent was stronger. With her pants open and her fat mound just inches away, he was getting even more earthy scents. He realized he was smelling his mother's ripe pussy after a long hot day. He took a long slow breath, filling his sinuses with her essence, relishing the imagined feast that odor would rise from.
"Oh, my babyboy," the big woman crooned, her head laid back relaxed on the sofa's arm, "I am putty in your hand... well my feet are, certainly." She sighed aloud, with her eyes closed.

Jimmy looked up as she leaned back and was graced with a broad look at Barbara's bra covered breasts and the warm expanse between them as her unbuttoned blouse now hung free on both sides of her broad torso. He studied the spectacle. The silvery satin of the bra was not at all sheer and did not reveal any detail, just the slightest bump where her nipples rested deep near the bottoms of the two cups. But the fabric was filled with her warm flesh and the lace contour showed the shape of her large breasts to be full and heavy. The bra had lost the battle with gravity and now her G cup udders each d****d off to the right and left side of his mother's round torso. Her generous belly roll swelled from beneath the bra and rolled toward him like a soft meadow toward the sea. The flesh beneath her tender skin tossed and rippled with her breathing, a pillow of the warmest comfort. The roll of pale flesh fell and tucked toward her panties just inches from his elbow, the creased mystery of her dark navel pointing at him like the muzzle of a .38 revolver. Jimmy tried not to stare but he couldn't resist savoring this and all the intimate details of her corpulence. He stared at the rounded shapes covered by her panties, thinking of the mass of hair that must be under there and the cleft he would find. He knew there was a warm haven buried in there, a womanly stew pot that right now was simmering off a tasty odor that was masking all normal thought and reason.

In his hands, her toes gave a pleasured wriggle, and Barbara roused herself, her voice again giving praise, "Oh- and, Jimmy. Thanks for taking care of that laundry. I love how you're just so happy do all these little things for me."
She reached her arms high toward the ceiling and then pointed them behind her head, aiming at the distant wall. Arching her back and shoulders against the sofa, pushing her tits closer to her son's spellbound gaze and twisting her torso so the heavy mams jiggled and flopped. The stretching continued down her body, her thighs writhing against the sofa and Jimmy's own leg, her heels and feet thrashing briefly against Jimmy stomach, legs and burgeoning erection. "Here's just another thing you do for me. This is so relaxing." She relaxed again, letting her bulk settle comfortably into the sofa once more.
" I've been so unappreciative and not realizing that you'll do so much just to make me happy. Now I know there's so more that I can coax from you, so much that only you can do."
Jimmy took in her words, puzzled by some of what she said but nourished by her tone. He didn't know what more she was thinking of that he could provide, nor did he know that he'd really done anything at all lately. If he kept her happy so that he was able to be close to her like this, he'd do her laundry every day. Quickly, Jimmy quietly questioned himself, "would he be jacking off with her panties every day?"
He could feel her heels again riding near his groin, his head was spinning with the pugnent womanly scent she was putting off and at the thought of enjoying Barbara's dirty laundry on a regular basis, his recently drained cock gave a pulse of renewed life and began to stretch. Stoically, Jimmy realized that the growing boner was his answer.

Feeling her son's erection beginning to swell again, Barbara knew now was the time. She'd planned, even hungered for this moment. But, she was nervous; this was wrong on so many levels. But she also knew they were each perfect for each other. She just needed to capture her prey; she needed to convince her son to become her submissive sissy.
"No", She thought, correcting herself.
She needed to make him into her submissive sissy. If she were to be a true dominant, she would be able to make this happen.
She'd read a library of porn online, enough to learn that there were many ways people imagined this to play out. She'd even visited sites for the real BDSM community, wanting insights for managing this all; bringing imagination to real life. She couldn't tell anyone she was seducing her own son but she was able to frame questions that served her need. She did know that there was no rule book or road map. She was totally winging this, but would trust her strength and confidance to bring this all together.

So far the evening was going as she'd hoped. Little crumbs had served to lure the mouse to the bigger cheese. With a soft breath to gather courage, Barbara began the next phase of her plan.
She started by saying,"Jimmy, honey. There's so much we can do for each other. We just need to reconnect and start a new relationship." She had no script. She kept stringing together thoughts, trying to find a coherant path.
His hands still working, Jimmy turned his head to her, curious what she could possibly mean. They were to start a new relationship? Was this the start of a "it's time to move out" conversation? Jimmy squirmed inwardly, conflicted.
"Jimmy, let me say that I am a bitch a lot of the time. Basically for all of your life. And while any son will annoy his mother, I've never been on track with you. And that might not change" She confessed, using a light tone as if she'd put too much sugar in the pie, "It's not that I didn't want you, babyboy. I just never wanted to be a mother. Period. But now with your help, I can fix all that."

She sat up a little, her feet levering down with more pressure onto Jimmy's legs. As her torso angled forward, her breasts swung free and were presented as a generous offering to tempt his eyes.
"Now, Honey. I know how to make this right for both of us." Barb leaned into her son and gathered his two hands, clasping them in hers and pulling them to her braod chest, to the deep space between her breasts.
Jimmy was confused. What the hell was she talking about: - "making it right"? He let her take his hands, he felt her squeeze tightly and her eyes seemed to plead with his. She curled her arms close, drawing up against her large built son, her face so close he could feel her warm breath, her lips almost touching his cheek. Her voice was not loud but her deep strong tones were clear to his ear.
"Honey, I need you to trust me. This is going to be fantastic, we are going to have so much fun together."
Jimmy's brow creased. He pulled his head back so he could look straight at his mothers face. He struggled to understand. He wondered if his serious intelligent mother might possible be struck with sudden onset dimentia, or perhaps she was suffering a stroke. His mind raced as he tried to anticipate her intent.
Then with her quiet conspiratorial tone, he heard her words bring his world crashing in on him.
"Honey, I know you're playing at being a sissy crossdresser with my things. Now, I want you to do all that with me." She squeezed harder, pulling his hands hard to her breast bone. "Babyboy, I need you to be that for me."

Barb tried not to crush her son's hands too tightly as she struggled to maintain her grip. She was a large woman and had been sure to brace herself when she'd dropped the bomb on him. She held on to his two hands and kept her legs stretched so that her significant weight held him fast onto the sofa.
Jimmy drew a breath in reaction to her, the words knifing through him. His fear reaction spiked as his system flooded with adrenaline. He struggled beneath her heavy legs pressing into his thighs, her hands grasping his tighter than he'd believed possible, even as he worked to wrest himself free.
Neither wanted to injure the other and Barb having the advantage of surprise and determination was able to hang on until Jimmy relented in his struggle. Instead, he slumped, shoulders forward and head cast aside, unable to meet his mother's gaze. His face flushed with shame. He wanted to shrink into the sofa and disappear.
"Oh. Baby boy," Barb coaxed, her deep voice now crooning, "Look at me. It's ok, Jimmy."
She allowed herself a hearty chuckle and a leering smile, "It's really more than OK, honey. It's marvelous." He heard the words but the look on her face wasn't all together warm... she looked a little threatening.
Jimmy shook his head. She should be screaming, crying, ejecting him from her life. He dared raise his eyes to hers, trying to comprehend.
Barbara Wilson continued to show her broadest satisfied smile, feeling that the worst was past. For better or worse, she'd fired her arrow and it seemed to have struck it's mark.
She squeezed his hands tightly and keeping them against her breasts.
"I know you're upset but you are misunderstanding what's happening here." She released her grasp on his hands and reached toward his mop of dark hair, the bangles on her wrists catching the light as her jeweled fingers stroked his head. She stayed silent for a moment, letting him feel her caress, her fingers languidly sliding from his crown to lightly feather his neck.

"We're all big k**s now, Jami... and we can play by new rules. If we let things be as they have been, you would still be Jimmy, my fat underachieving son that I really just want to get out of my house." She continued her carress, her tone steady and not at all ominous.
Then her deep tone raised a pitch higher, trying to be coaxing and offering a pleasant choice, "I'd rather you'd be my new Jami. My boy who lives here with me, shares my bed and is really my little plaything. It might be like we are lovers, but it's my body that will get the loving. You get to worship me and thank me for the gift of letting you into my life."
She spoke without arrogance. Her tone had become matter of fact, expressing what they both knew to be true. She finished with a large smile, conveying all the warmth she offered her son and his alter ego.
"Jami, you love me, I know." Her voice was steady and calm as she let Jami understand the changing reality.
"With all your heart and soul, you love me. You just can't help yourself. You wear my clothes to wrap yourself in me. You wear my bras and wish you could just ride inside with my tits. And I know why you love my panties. I've seen you looking and I know you love my big backside, too. As awful as I am, you are still here, loving the ground I walk on. And I know you never want to leave me. Your big fat Mommy is who you think of when you play with yourself. " She tossled his hair playfully, "Don't you?"

He stayed calm, though she could see he was still wound up like a spring. He raised his eyes and looked into her eyes, his face red with admission and guilt. Jimmy swallowed hard, still ashamed to be caught out, to be hearing Barbara even saying all the things she said about him. All of it true.
Barbara pulled her feet from his lap and swung them off the couch, freeing him from her trap. Leaning in again, she reached both of her hands to his shoulders and slid them down his arms, drawing his two hands with her own. She brought his hands to the sides of her large breasts, helping him to lift and squeeze them together.
"Hold these. They'll be getting a lot of attention from you. Get used to how heavy they are."
She could see that he was in a daze, his mind really not believing what was happening. All of his realities were distorted.
"It's right here for you, baby boy." Her naturally deep voice could be so warm, and now for her son it was gentle and rumbled through his soul. He offered no resistance when she reached her left hand to the back of his head and drew his face to her bosom. With her guidance he had both her big tits in his hands and she was pressing his face into the warm cleavage between them. She held him there calmly, letting him take it all in, letting him accept this was really happening.
She slowly stroked his head, crooning like he was a tender infant, her deep voice rumbling to him through her chest as well as through the air to his ears.
Jerry was dazed. Barbara had just dropped a huge ball of controversy in his lap and he was trying to sort it all out. He felt the weight of her breasts but he was so terrified at the contact that he dared not flex his fingers at all. He couldn't be mauling them, he shouldn't even be touching them!! And now his face was pushed between her tits, almost smothering him with her warm soft flesh.
The skin of her breasts was soft enough that he felt as if he could just melt through it and be absorbed by her large body. The tender flesh was a spongy supple warmth that wrapped around his face from both sides. And the scent that was so much apart of her presence at this intimate distance was heady. Her fat arms laid their weight across his shoulders, pressing him steadily face first into her trap.
Soon, the input to his senses was enough that his defenses were overwhelmed and then he felt himself enveloped in the same loveliness he felt whenever he stepped inside Barbara's bedroom. Only, in that room, it was a lingering scent, a memory. This ... this was the source; here he found the royal jelly for the hive. This warm mountain of a woman was the source of all that he had been drawn to.
Jimmy surrendered and breathed in the warmth, then the soft rich beauty surrounded him and he was submerged into his Mother's universe. Barbara became his solar center. Her beauty was an aura that energized him, nourished and supported him. He was wrapped in it, enveloped and overwhelmed by her power; all he knew was his love for HER.
She felt him shift under her arms and realized he was pushing into her embrace, trying to burrow his face even further into her soft bosom. She laughed, pleased, her voice deep and rich. She hugged him tighter for long moments, sensing that the heat of her core was forging her son into something more. She felt him soaking in her strength and after several minutes of the embrace she held him well into her flesh hard enough she knew he could not take a breath. He did not struggle, even when it had been so long she worried he might pass out.
As she held her son, feeling his surrender to her embrace and sensing her influence over him, Barbara started to get the first taste of the control she'd imagined. It was sweet and she wanted more.
When Barbara pressed his shoulders to break the embrace, her son's eyes were wide with wonder and locked onto hers. Jimmy/ Jami knew that hug had to end... he didn't know what was going on, but having his face in his mother's beautiful chest was too wonderful to last. Now gasping for breath, he tried to recover his senses as he still struggled to believe this was happening to him.
Barb leaned back, squaring her shoulders as she smiled at her adult son, amused that he was so helpless in his dismay. Reaching with her left hand toward her shopping bags, abandoned only an hour ago, she pulled a small one from the group.
"I picked these out for you." She held the small package in her lap, her voice steady and quiet. "You will need to take off those work clothes first", she instructed, an ecouraging lilt to her deep tone.
Jimmy looked into the bag and saw enough to know it was lingerie. Embarrassed all over again, he closed the bag and pushed it away. Afraid to meet her gaze he looked at the floor and shook his head. "No no... I can't.. ", he stammered trying to shape a refusal.
With a sigh of exasperation, Barbara reached out with her right hand, slapping Jami across the face. Shock spread on the man's face as his hand touched the offended cheek.
"I gave you an order, Jami. You'll do what I say," With that, Barbara lashed out again, giving her son another stinging slap- perhaps more insult than injury but he was left with a cheek that was marked from his mother's hand. As he started to recoil, she reached out and grabbed his ear, giving it a twist and holding fast.
"I know you prance around like a twelve year old and I am going to treat you like one!" Her voice now at full volume and speaking with authority, she demanded his attention. "Turn around straight, take off those boots then stand up and take off your clothes."
She released her hold on his ear, and leaning close to him rubbed his neck and shoulders in reassurance. "Sissyboy, this is going to get better but I need you to get in line. Don't make me put you over my knee." Her adult son looked at her askance but moved to comply.
Jami stayed silent and turned to his task. Unlacing the heavy work shoes, he looked sidelong at Barbara. He was relieved to see she was leaning back, her espression softening.
"You're doing fine, Jami. This is all new for both of us and there are things to get used to. " She offered encouragement. She still felt that earlier warmth of power growing inside her. It was exciting feel her tendrils closing around her hapless son. Reflexively, she rubbed at her mound, her fingers pressed into the fabric of her panties.

Jami didn't know what was going on at all. His mother was not making sense.. first pulling his face into her tits and then slapping him "like he was twelve years old". And he was not sure he liked this new name, "Jami". For now he didn't know what else to do but to go along with her. If what she was saying was really true... he couldn't imagine a reality that explained it. Could what she suggested be possible?

Barbara sat back, quietly massaging her labia through the fabric of her panties, watching the flustered man work through his situation. As long as he was trying and making progress she felt she didn't have to prompt him. His agitation was obvious and she was stimulated by it.
He set the boots aside and seemed about to stand so he could remove his pants, when Barb's slow deep tone prompted him, "The socks, too."
Jami reacted with a nod of acceptance. He settled back into his seat and tugged the socks away, stuffing them into the tops of his boots. He paused in his movements, poised to rise but looking to Barbara for approval. Her face was warming with a soft smile, though her gaze was steady. She gave a nod in reassurance. Her eyes held his and Jami felt compelled to look away in submission.

He stood and quickly stripped his shirt off, dropping it on top of his boots. The air felt cold on his torso and he felt his nipples harden. Avoiding Barbara's gaze, he opened his pants, the ringing of the brass belt buckle sounding sharp in the tense silence. With a breath Jami pushed the pants down letting them fall to the floor. Leaving them in a pile at his ankles, he stepped free, standing before his mother in just his underwear. Barb's face held the same thin smile and with a last nod of her head encouraged him to finish. With a heavy sigh, he hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and pushed his cotton underwear toward the floor.
Jami stood nearly six foot tall and certainly weighed two hundred pounds. Round shouldered and broad chested, his brown nipples were projected on small cone shaped breasts. Truly his mother's son, his own belly fat over hung in the front with round muffin tops on the sides above his narrow hips. Barbara took it all in, her eyes roving up and down his naked form.
Immediately, she noticed his cock was shriveled with cold and shame. She reached with her right hand and with a manicured nail under the mushroom tip she raised her son's withered organ.
"This was nice and fat under my foot just a minute ago. Did Mommy scare the little sissyboy?" She rolled the glans head between her thumb and finger.
She raised her gaze and watched her son's face go beet red with embarrassment. She laughed, "Oh, Honey. Of course I could feel you getting aroused. I expected it to happen."
She watched his face as she continued lightly fingering his soft penis. "I sent you to play with my laundry so you could take care of that first one quickly. I was worried you'd pop right here with my foot in your lap."
At that revelation she saw his posture droop even more. He moved as if to turn away but Barbara held the tip of his penis firmly in her grip, quickly restraining his effort to move.
"No No missy. Mommy has presents for you," Barbara corrected him, holding his now stretched cock by it's tip until he settled down and returned to his position facing her. He still wouldn't look at her face.
She let his organ fall, turning back to the small boutique bag she'd presented before. She reached in and pulled out a bra and a large pair of very sheer panties. She picked up the panties first and held them out.
"Here, Sweetie," Barb presented them to her son, sliding her hand under the fabric so they could both see how transparent the garment was. "Aren't they sweet? I'll be able to see your little toy bouncing around and showing me when my baby is happy."
Still seated with her own attire half off of her, Barb leaned forward with the panties, holding them by her son's feet. She spread the waistband between her hands, gesturing for him to step into them. "We'll get you dressed", she said with authority, leaving a pause before continuing, "and then you will help me out of these clothes."
Jami stammered, perhaps forming a protest, "I can't.... Are you?.... I... I... "
She did not look up but presently Jami's left foot slowly lifted and stepped in as if expecting a shock. There was a pause, and Barbara felt her son shift his weight as his right foot stepped into the waistband she held open. She let her fingertips trail up his legs as she raised the panties to wrap around his small butt and scoop his boy parts into a soft gossamer hammock.
Wih her spread fingers she carressed her son's ass with the tender fabric as a sensuous barrier. Her right hand reached to tickle his organ and balls, watching them wag and bounce inside their tender bubble.
"ooooh, Jami! They look even better than I thought," she declared, "I can't wait to see the bra."
She looked at her son's face and saw he was embarrassed again. Obviously moved by his mother touching him so intimately, he also felt flustered to be so thrilled at the panties he now wore.
She reached to the brassiere and spread it wide. Described as a sissy training bra, it was as tender and sheer as the full cut panties she'd just slid into place. The cups were basically flat panels of transparent chiffon, while the outline and structure were lace. The simple elastic band would secure behind his back with just a single hook, but the outline was that of a woman's brassiere.
Her smile for Jami was radiant and tempting, though really it was reflecting her inner excitement at what she was about to accomplish. This simple step of feminizing her son, normalizing his feelings as a sissy would all but guarantee her future success.
With fingertips Jimmy gently stroked his hip, relishing the feeling of the panties his mother had bestowed upon him. They felt and looked wonderful. He looked into her face, trying to believe that this was as it seemed.
She was so strong and confidant... he would never directly cross her. For years it seemed didn't care if he was happy or not. Now he was looking into a glowing smile of welcome that was beckoning him to enter some kind of paradise. He looked at the bra she offered to him... it was as sissy and delicate as the panties and was drawn to it. He was trying to see a warning sign that this was all a ruse but he could only believe what was in front of him.
He softly reached toward the delicate bra and looked at her questioning as he felt the tender cup with his thumb and fingertip. Perhaps his first coherent moment for some time, he looked into his mother's eyes and asked, "Really? Is this all true?"
Her deep voice almost a husky whisper, Barbara leaned back and gestured to the floor, "kneel here and I'll help you".
She felt excitement as she watched her 28 year old son settle slowly to his knees before her. He looked at her over his shoulder then turned to face away, showing her his broad back and muscled shoulders.
She let the bra dangle from her left hand as she used her right to carress the back of his head and down to his neck. She brought the bra forward with her two arms reaching together and then seperating, displaying the bra spread open and ready for Jami to slip into. He took a deep breath then moved his hands and wrists through the straps allowing his mother to wrap it around his torso, hooking the garment closed at the back.
Barb used her fingers to smooth the straps and set them evenly on her son's broad shoulders. She leaned forward, pressing her own warm bosom into Jami's naked back as her arms reached around and embraced him. Her hands were cupped over his small breasts, aware of the slight touch she was allowing on his nipples. She put her warm mouth to his neck, trailing her tongue lightly uphill to end behind his ear. Her palms circled and carressed his breasts, the tender chiffon cloth providing a touch that thrilled his boyish nipples. She found the two nubs with her thumb and fingers, giving them a direct squeeze as she fluttered her tongue tip at the opening of her ear.
Spasms wracked through Jami's frame and Barbara was pleased to thrill her sissy so easily. The lingerie was having an effect, stimulating his sissy impulses.
She leaned in so her breath was hot in his ear, her voice deep and soothing, "stand up, Babyboy. Let me see you."
Jami felt so selfconscious he still would not look his mother in the eye. He could feel the tender garments against his skin, had worn enough bras and panties that all the contact felt familiar but these peices felt more sensational than any he'd worn before.
As he got to his feet and took a step away, Barb coached him, "Raise one hand to your shoulder, turn your head and look that way as you slowly spin. Let your other hand gracefully hang at your side. Gently, sweetheart. Be my pretty sissy,"
Her voice trailed off to a deep husky whisper, drawing her adult boy in with a lover's conspiratol tone. She marveled at her large built son in his dainty bra and panties as he did a slow runway turn, posing for her benefit. She was feeling a mounting excitement at what she'd done, at the realization she had captured her own deviant sissy pervert... she had no positive labels for what Jami now represented to her but certainly she wanted to feel like this sissy would be her own treasure.
She sat back and lifted her feet from the floor, wiggling them playfully, giving direct instruction for Jami to help her with her pants, "Let's get these off me. We've got things to do!" She let her eager spirit shine through, true joy behind the words.
Jami leaned forward and pulled at the seamed cuff of the trousers, gathering them into his hands as his mother's fat pale legs came into view. He blinked stoically, not daring to react to the splendor being revealed. Soon his mother was on her feet, shedding her open blouse as well. Clad in only bra and panties Barbara's generous flesh was now on general display and Jami felt himself almost breathless, his heart racing before her splendor.
With both of the garments handed over and now d****d across Jami's arm, without a backward glance Barbara strode toward her bedroom, her broad ass waggling with extra energy in her step.
"Follow me, Honey." she urged happily, "I've got more presents for you."

Barbara sailed into her chamber with a flourish. This next step of Jami's transformation had been long anticipated. She stepped to the bathroom door, pulling it aside and gesturing for Jami to enter, "Just drop those into the hamper. You can take care of all that later. Hurry back out. We're gonna have some more fun." she urged him, turning from the doorway as her mind raced. She looked around her space, making sure everything was ready.
She had a full length mirror staged to cover the open area of the room. Smaller mirrors that were ready at the makeup table would reflect all the activity there. At hand were an assortment of lingerie and other suprises. On her table were cosmetics and a new bottle of perfume. On the wall, visible from most of the room was a large digital picture frame, it's memory loaded with images that Barb had harvested online. The images went by silently, each a graphic testimonial to women's superiority and the submissive status that Jami would hold.
It was her intent that he would be facing the picture frame as she did his make up for the first time. Most were drawings, cartoons and alll were in some way explicit. By choice, most of the woman displayed were heavy BBW types with overflowing bosoms and broad hips. All the illustrations featured women dominating men; some scenes were sexual, others more domestic. There were women with strap ons and dildos. Many of the dominating females weilded whips, crops or hairbrushes. There were men who looked subdued and afraid while others were adoring of their dominant women. Stylized by art, the happy submissives were either weaklings whose heads were buried in bosoms and asses or they were healthy men displaying prominant erections as they served their superior women.

She sat waiting at the makeup table, a second chair ready for Jami when he soon emerged from the bathroom. He moved awkwardly, unsure of his situation as he stepped into the room.
"Come, babyboy. Let's make you pretty.", she beckoned for her son to take the chair next to her.
"Now sit up straight for me. Relaxed, like you're getting a haircut but keep your head up." she instructed him as she began arranging things on the table. The first item she selected was a cordless electric razor. "Here... this will have to do for now."
Jami took the offered razor and switched it on. Squinting at one of the nearby mirrors he began shaving his face.
Barbara continued, "Of course from now on you will shave at least twice a day. My baby wants to look her best all the time".
Jami cast his mother a sidelong glance, thinking her instructions were very sweeping.
Barb reacted and leaned forward to put her fingertips on Jami's naked leg, "Honey, being a well kept lady takes a lot of effort. But isn't it worth it?" She leaned back with her hand sweeping to indicate she offered herself as a paragon of quality.
Jami finished with the razor, turning to Barb for her approval. She stroked his lip and jawline, giving a quick nod that she was satisfied with the results.

Jami had noticed the picture frame and it's vista of female dominance. He tried to be subtle in his glances, but his eyes were drawn to the images. Many he recognized because he had them on his own computer all ready. All of them he indentified with. He dared a glance at Barbara, quietly assessing her as he swallowed a lump of apprehension. He felt a sense of dread as he gained an understanding of what was taking place and just where his mother was leading him

"Ok, face me and I'll do your makeup. I'll go step by step, very simply so you can see what I do," his mother commanded, making sure that Jami faced the picture frame over her shoulder while she made up his face. As she worked she spoke to him.
"We're starting with powder. Another time,when we're being more thorough and giving more effort we'll start with foundation. I'll do half your face with the powder and you can see what it does."
She more worked slowly than nessesary, wanting Jami to see exactly what she did, but her continued conversing as she worked, "you know I wasn't angry when I learned all this about you... well I don't like you wearing my clothes," She punctuated that remark with a sharp look at her son, who quavered a bit at the accusation.
"But as for being a sissy, well, I just didn't care."
"Now look at the mirror." She directed to study what she'd done. "See how this side looks more smooth and finished? Use a big soft brush and use light pressure."
Barbara put her finger under his jaw and turned Jami's head back to face her, to face the digital picture frame and it's propaganda that told Jami of his own demise.
"Now we;ll add just a little blush on both cheeks." She told him and then she continued her earlier explanation.
"I got that new very frilly V necked nightgown which I am very glad you took a liking to. I picked it out for you and I can't wait for you to wear it for me later."
She winked at Jami, who managed to still feel humbled enough to blush all over again at his Mother's remarks. He sat quietly, now understanding how a woman could say, "I felt like a peice of meat." His mother was looking like she could consume him whole.
He watched in the mirror as Barb layered the cosmetics. He saw how simply she'd done it and approved of the transformation she was creating for him.
"I sort of gave up on the panties. I could tell you weren't bothering the clean ones, so I told myself we're getting more mileage out of them." She shrugged off her own remark, setting down the broad powder brush and exchanging it for a much narrow brush and a pallate of eyeshadow.
Leaning forward she instructed him, "now close your eyes. I'll do one side, then you can look before I do the second one. Lean to me, chin level, eyes closed. Yes, perfect." Barb stroked some color onto the brush and leaned to apply it to Jami eyelid, just above the lash line, which she explained, "simple movements. Stretch it a little tight with a finger, then drag the brush lightly from the outside corner to just over the pupil."
Her voice was deep and steady as she continued her own story, "Having questions, I went online and did some searching." She pulled back from Jami, continuing as she touched his cheek for him to look at himself in the mirror. She used the handle tip of the brush to point along his eyelid to indicate where she'd drawn in the eyeshadow.
"I did a lot of searching," she continued, " I did a lot of reading. I visited sites that are so immoral, but very sexy. I spent lots of time reading on forums, learning more than I ever imagined about people." She paused with her brush poised and sad flatly, "People like us, Jami"
She made a few last strokes of the brush, staying quiet as she let her son ruminate on his situation.
Barb finished with the second eye and told her son to look at the result. Jami studied the mirror, blinking as he tried to see himself with his eyes closed. He saw the differance. The makeup wasn't heavy or dark, as when he had applied it himself, yet he looked feminine. His eyes were even a little pretty.
He looked at Barbara, "I never knew i could look like that." He turned back to the mirror.
Barbara reached to her son's shoulder and carressed it, "Momma wants her sissy to look nice. And Jami, you do look nice. Now, we'll just need to do your lips. But, another very important item,first." she said, a fingertip in air for emphasis.
Jami turned to her and Barbara leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Her soft tongue reached in to tickle her son's tender lips and then pulled away. Jami gasped but before he could formulate any response, Barb found her voice.
Reaching to the table top she picked up a new perfume bottle, a scent she'd selected earlier for this occassion. "I bought this for you. Lilac Fire is the name. It's a pretty traditional girly scent. I believe I'll enjoy this on you." She extended the small spray to Jami who aquiesced and accepted it but with obvious trepidation.
"Honey," she put her hand to her son's arm as she explained, "a girl needs to have her signature scent. Mine is Midnight Lust. I am very glad you like it. I will make sure you get to benefit from that."
She went on, "but Jami, honey. You can't be wearing Momma's perfume anymore. That stops now. And even if you think you don't like the Lilac Fire at first, trust me when I say you will get used it and enjoy it more quickly than you'll believe. We are adaptable that way."
"And believe me on this; just as I like that you and Jerry so enjoy the Midnight Lust on me, you will appreciate that the Lilac Fire will make me want to be closer to you." She put her fingers under his arm and lifted it, suggesting he mist himself with the new scent.
Jami inspected the bottle and then gave himself a generous dosing, putting out a broad cloud of scent to settle onto his body. He wrinkled his nose, trying to get a sense of the fragrance. He decided it wasn't awful and guessed Barb might be right about how quickly he would take to it. He turned his gaze back to Barbara, who now held a lipstick tube at ready.
He watched in the mirror as she applied a dark color, the one shade of tonights choices that was all ready familiar to Jami. Barb drew back and gave an approving nod, happy with her work. Jami continued to gaze into the mirror, amazed at the effect his Mother's skilled hand had wrought. The eye makeup was startling... not dark and trampish but sweet and feminine. And he saw how the blush enhanced his appearance, making his look more complete. He drew a deep breath and sat up. He saw an image of himself he was happy with. Not a woman but a feminine creature, still. He was happy to see a real sissy looking back at him.
Barbara watched him, reading his state and knowing when it was time to proceed with the final steps.
"Ok... we're taking the short course tonight. We're cutting a lot of corners." Barb reached for a large pump bottle of moisturizer and set it down in front of Jami. "This we can't get away from. This is for you - use it a lot. DO use it right now."
She shifted in her chair and adopted a superior tone, "You have some undesirable masculine ways about you that we'll have to cure you of but we'll start with your rough dry hands. I won't tolerate those nasty calloused hands on my skin."
Startled, Jami looked at her, his eye makeup making his expression all the more dramatic. He heard the change in tone and sensed that he needed to act in response to her demand. He pumped out a large dollop of the hand cream and began spreading it around
Barb coached him, "curl your fingertips into your palm. Really get that into your fingertips and the cuticles around your nails. It will make a differance when we do your polish."
Jami only gave his head a modest bob in acknowledgement of her remarks. His mother was dropping s**ttered remarks of things to come and now unexpectely he was hearing of having polished fingernails. It was something he had never thought of but he experienced a thrill at the suggestion.
Jami continued rubbing his hands and fingers, the greasy feel of the moisturizer persisting. He looked at his mother's face, studying her and trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. And what was happening? Was this a one act play or the opening episode of a timeless saga? He desired the intimacy his mother was suggesting but with a glance at the picture frame he found both invitation and warning.
They sat quietly and then without a word Barbara was up and out through the bedroom door. Jami sat almost stock still. He hands continued the motion of applying the cream but it was just a slow pantomime with no real effort applied. He was curious, worried... clearly uncertain.
In a few minutes Barbara returned with the same energy, her steps brisk as she hurried back into the room. This time she held two glasses of wine and over her arm were the clothes Jimmy had shed in the living room. With a swing of her arm she was able to dump them into a pile on a low dresser as she sailed back to the table and resumed her place at Jami's side.
She held a glass out toward Jami, "Shall we toast our first date?" Jami took the glass, trying to take in and share in the good energy he felt from his mother. Barbara raised her glass and he reached his to touch rims with hers. Their eyes stayed locked as each drank from their glass.
Barb set her glass down and reached a hand to place her fingers gently on Jami's naked thigh. "Honey, I want you to know... I've enjoyed every minute of this. The first foot massage was wonderful but by the time you'd done it again, I was so horny. My panties are drenched now. I can't wait for you to take them off and check them yourself." She added, "You are my panty expert" in a teasing tone, sitting back in her chair.
Jami reacted with a start, nearly choking on his wine. Barbara patted his thigh with her ringed fingers, "Honey, settle down. We have some other things to take care of first."
She tipped her head toward the picture frame, it's compelling message continuing, image by image. "I love those pictures." she said matter of factly. She went on with some compromise, "They are artful. Some overstate or exaxerate, but the spirit of them speaks to me."
She turned to Jami, her fingers reaching up to breifly stroke the back of the man's neck. Even though he was her son, he did look so lovely and inviting right now. Any grown male adorned as a woman was an immediate target for her to abuse and enjoy. Because he was her son, so familiar on every level, she could easily see his hunger and vulnerability, but she could sense his fear as well.
"How about you, Jami" she gently inquired. "I know you love me, but do you trust me? Can you give me what I want?"
"I want you, Jami. I want you like that." she indicated the photo frame with a nod of her head. " I know you have it in you, if you'll let yourself."

She waited at peace. As she sat with her son in her private bedroom, her well layed plan was now completed. She had done all she could. She had presented a strong case and had been wholly honest, letting her tone and the art in the digital frame indicate this wasn't about a roll in the hay of i****t. She was suggesting something much more, something much more twisted, something much more delicious to anticipate.

"I want you to sit a few minutes. Admire yourself in these mirrors. You look so sweet." Barb caressed her hand from Jami's near shoulder down his chest, her hand cupping over Jami's small breast inside the sissy bra. She felt the tiny nipple against her palm as she pressed her hand in a gently circular motion. "I want you look into the mirror, and enjoy it... and I want you to know that this is just the start of how l want you to be."
Jami sat back, his wine glass' contents only halfway down as he was distracted by so much around him. His own image in the mirrors was compelling. He loved the sheer bra and how it sexualized his tiny tits. And Barbara's application of makeup allowed him to see himself in a way he never had before. But the relentless digital picture frame continued it's silent march of womanly sexuality and their domination of the submissive male. He still would not allow himself to watch as each frame slid into view but with every glance he saw another a new image to compell his surrender.
And there was Barbara. He sat just inches from his Mother... her large obviously sexual body almost naked before him. Her warmth and musky scent radiated from her large body so close to his own. Her heavy breasts were evident, at this point only nominally hidden by her bra. He still did not dare to let himself look directly down toward her privates but since her revelation of being so aroused it was like an elephant in the room.
Barbara sat and watched. She waited until it looked like Jami was settled and ready to proceed. She stood and moved to the middle of the room, assessing herself in the full lenth mirror.
She turned with a hand extended, "Come to me, sissyboy. Let's see us together."
Jami pressed his lips together with stress, realizing that the slick feeling of lipstick was gone. Afraid it was a distraction he hesitated then decided to be sure everything was perfect. He knew this moment was important to his Mother.
With a glance he saw the lipstick marks he'd left on the wine glass, even as he picked up the lipstick tube and freshened his look in the mirror. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced to Barbara and saw her slowly nodding her assent. It felt good to get that confirmation. He looked back to the mirror, comforted that he'd been able to restore the color well enough and his mother's makeover of his face was still intact. He glanced at the taller mirror across the room, focusing past his mother for a last look to take in his own appearance, trying to see answers to all his questions.
His vision shifted and now he saw Barbara as a Dominant Woman, poised in the center of the frame, in the background he was her submissive sissy, readying himself at the makeup table. Jami's shoulders dropped as he realized he'd just seen the answer.
His gaze locked onto Barbara's face as he stood from his chair and slowly walked to her side. She did not touch him but turned to study their reflections. Looking into the mirror, she sought her son's eyes, waiting for him acknowledge her.
"Look at us. We're almost there, honey. We could be posed for portraits, couldn't we?" She said to her son's image, not turning to face him directly. With her head tipped to one side as if trying to think, she asked, "What is still not right in this picture?"
Barbara waited, knowing Jami knew the answer to her question. For her it was important that he realize what the last step was and he needed to take it himself.
Jami stood still, looking, examing the scene in the mirror and realized what was not right. He felt a chill of adrenaline rushing through him as his knees relaxed and he lowered himself to the floor at his Mother's feet. He looked up at her face, hoping to see it shining down on him like a sunlight of redemption. Instead she stayed stoic, looking into his eyes as if waiting. With understanding that after this moment there was no redemption, Jami dropped his eyes to floor.
"Look at the mirror, sissy." His Mother's deep voice commanded. "Look at yourself. You are a sissy and that's all you'll ever be. You need me, sissy. You need me like life itself, don't you?"
He knew her voice demanded a response but he felt only a lump in his throat as he felt himself choking on unexpected emotion. He could not raise his head but managed to voice in a harsh whisper, "yes, Maam."
"Hmmmmph." Barbara gave on a brief snort in response. She turned back to the mirror, assessing the image she was creating with her submissive now properly on his knees. "Sissy, there's something crucial still not present in our portrait. Your mistress requires a whip in her hand, doesn't she?"
She looked down at the top of his bowed head, his arms limp at his side. When no answer was forthcoming, she prompted him, "Jami. I asked you a question. You will answer it."
She repeated her question, enjoying the state her words had all ready reduced him to, "Your mistress requires a whip in her hand, doesn't she?"
Jami didn't realize he hadn't even been breathing and had to draw in air with a gasp before he coud voice a response, "yes, maam" came out, again rattled by a choked off sob of emotion.
"Well, what do you think we can use?" she asked him, challenging him for the solution. She stepped toward him and with a raised foot, pushed her son from his knees and onto his back. Her foot in his chest, Barbara glared down at him, her eyes burning into his. She held him there silently with her bulk keeping him pinned. Her mouth curled into a sneer, "nothing to say?"
She backed away, letting him regain his knees. He raised his eyes to hers, silently pleading as his voice could not break the grip of fear in his throat. Her son's voice now useless, Barbara turned away, expressing herself with a disgusted sigh. In just two strides she crossed to the low dresser where she'd dropped his clothing from her arm earlier. When she turned back to face Jami and the mirror, his leather belt swung ominously from her right hand.
Jami's eyes grew wide with fear as she approached him, the belt now doubled back into her hand forming a leather lash half the length of her arm.
"Ok, sissyboy. Momma's through playing with you. We're going to get very serious for a few minutes here while you learn a little bit about respect and to really really understand that you are mine and you'll damn well do what I say." She towered over him, her heavy breasts, fat stomach and broad hips all shaping a large powerful profile that intimidated.
She turned from him and walked to the makeup table. She pulled a chair away and set it up in front of her. She pulled open the small drawer on the table, pulled out a set of handcuffs which she dropped onto the seat of the chair. She then turned to Jami, still wide eyed as he knelt in fear in the middle of the room.
"Ok, missy. Get your sweet ass over here and put yourself across this chair. I'm about to show how it really feels to be a sissy." Barbara's deep voice never sounded more commanding nor more intimidating. She posed with her hand on her hip, the other holding the lash out in front of her, gesturing toward her cowering son.
Jami drew a breath, wanting to bolt from the room but also realizing he really didn't want to at all. He wanted this.
He looked past Barbara, at the picture frame which taunted him now. He knew that bending over that chair for her was what he wanted ... and if he didn't submit, it was because he was afraid.... proving he really was a sissy.
This was his moment. This was his last breath of free choice. His eyes did a slow blink as he acknowledged leaving his former self behind, rising to stand barefoot before his mother, wearing only sheer sissy panties and a see through sissy training bra. He approached the chair, catching a glimpse of his made up face in the table top mirror, his expression grave.
Barbara moved to stand beside him, gathering the cuffs in her hands as she directed him to lean over the back of the chair with his hands to the front corners. With few words she had her son's hands gripping the chair seat, each wrist manacled to a chair leg on each side.
She stepped away from him, her voice rich and smooth with her building passion. "sissboy, you are a vision. Men are supposed be so visually stimulated but I'm loving the look of my little boy finally where he's supposed be, all dressed up for me."
She stepped back behind him, her hand reaching to cup his small butt cheek. She rubbed and squeezed his butt possessively, teasing herself with anticipation as she felt the delicate panties slip and slide across his smooth ass. "You've got nice skin... a little hair removal and you'll be very feminine to the touch."
Before very long, she pulled her hand away and stepped to place herself squarely behind the sissy. She dramatically d****d the lash across his shoulders, resting it there as she moved her hands down his back. Her hands slide down past the thin string of his bra, along the smooth skin of his torso and finally