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By Sandra Silk
This is all so crazy, that I guess I should just put down what happened
and let you decide what I should do. To begin with, my name is Carl and
I'm 15. Just 15 three weeks ago - and what a three weeks it has been. I
live with Donna, my stepmother in a small town outside of New York
City. She and my dad have only been married two years and he travels
most of the time. So it's usually just Donna and I at home.
And that can make it hard. See, I can't take my eyes off her. Donna is
37, with curly raven-hair and crystal blue eyes, a breathtaking face
and legs that go all the way up to here.
What's worse is she's so...feminine. What I mean is the way she carries
herself. The way she moves, smiles, crosses her legs, brushes her hair
from her eyes. The way she wears a silk dress or a satin blouse and a
simple black skirt. It makes me...crazy. And I know that she knows it.
Plus she says things. "I'd love to have your complexion," or "What long
eyelashes you have Carl," or "That's a pretty color for you." Maybe
because she had three sisters she see things through a female
perspective but sometimes, it can be quite unnerving. And then there
was the time she sorta caught me.
Early one morning about two months ago I took one of her ivory satin
half slips and was using it for all of about 5 minutes. C'mon, I have
needs, you know. I'm 15, healthy and well you figure it out. I'm in bed
around 10 in the morning, my cock wrapped in her satin slip and she
walks in my room.
Well, she knocked first, but then walked right in. She was wearing a
white silk blouse and a chiffon skirt, stockings and heels. The
sunlight lit her better than any cinematographer in Hollywood. I had
just enough time to pull the covers up.
"Hey sleepyhead, time to get up."
Then she looked down at the way my cock tented the covers and she added
with that smile - that 'oh my god I want to kiss her so bad-smile', "I
see you're up already."
I blushed furiously and squirmed as she leaned down, her hair falling
across her face as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Oh my god. I could
smell her perfume and the touch of her pink lipstick on my check was
all it took. I exploded into the slip, under the covers, shuddering as
I did so.
"Oh, are you cold?"
She ran her perfectly manicured hand across my forehead and through my
hair as I shot another rope into the slip.
"No...no...no, really...I'm fine."
"Well I'm going shopping with Barbara, I'll be back in a few hours."
She rose from the bed, turned and started to leave. Then, abruptly, she
turned, glanced at the covers and noticed the distinct lack of a tent.
Her eyes locked into mine and a small, perfect smile formed on those
fantastic lips. "See ya later," and with that she was out of my room.
OK, I'll admit it, I could have died right then. I know she knew. But I
felt I had dodged a bullet. As soon as I heard the car drive out of the
driveway, I was up, showering and dressing and out the door myself. I
was off to see Lisa.
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Lisa is 17, Barbara's daughter and my girlfriend.
OK, she's a girl and a friend and I want to fuck her so badly, but it
just hasn't happened yet. We kiss for hours and she once gave me a hand
job, but so far, we haven't gone all the way. So now, every time I'm
with Lisa all I can think about is...when is it going to happen?
And then it nearly did. Later that night Donna told me that she and I
were having dinner with Barbara and Lisa. I was overjoyed. Barbara is
not only a gorgeous blonde with green eyes and a tush to die for - that
girl can cook. Plus Lisa and I had agreed to go to a late movie so it
was all going to work out fine.
As dinner neared, Lisa and I were in her room - kissing. A lot. Then
came the call and we joined Barbara and Donna at the table. They both
looked so good. They had had a successful shopping spree earlier in the
day. Barbara wore a green silk wrap dress that set off her long blonde
hair perfectly.
I loved the way she wore her pearls as well, they added a wonderful
touch of femininity. Donna was dressed in black satin lounge pants and
a white satin blouse. I was surrounded by sex. Everywhere I looked
there was a feminine delight. Cleavage, a flash of leg, Lisa's kisses
had left me with a stone in my pants and now I had to try to eat a pork
roast. Impossible.
But, we did. Managed not to spill anything until Donna spoke.
"Honey, Barbara has invited us to stay over tonight. I think it will be
fun. So, when you get back from the movies, just stretch out on the
couch."
Oh yeah, right. Like I'm not going to sneak up into Lisa's room. I
turned and saw a sly smile cross Lisa's face and I agreed that it would
be a good idea to stay over.
The movie was probably fine. I don't remember a single frame of it. We
stopped for ice cream - I think - on the way home, but really all I
could think of was getting back to Lisa's place.
It was after one in the morning. Lisa and I were in her room. We had
been kissing for half an hour and rolling around on her bed. Lisa had
long favored what she called, "distinctive dressing." She wanted to
stand out from the crowd. Tonight, since we were seeing a remake of a
'50's monster movie, she had chosen a big poufy satin skirt and some
taffeta petticoats and a pale blue silk blouse. She had fixed her hair
with pink ribbons and she looked so hot.
Now you have to understand that Lisa could be a bit bossy. It was just
her nature. So when she told me to take off my shirt and pants I was
both surprised and happy to oblige. I lay on her bed in just my boxers
and we continued kissing, my hands playing with her hardening nipples
through her blouse.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" she asked.
" I am your boyfriend.
She quickly brushed her fingers across my nipples and asked again, "Do
you want to be my boyfriend?"
Yes...yes, absolutely."
"Well, I think you should prove it," she said as her red fingernail
traced a line up my hairless leg towards my crotch.
"Anything. Do you want to have...sex?" I asked.
She reached the front of my boxers and slipped her hand inside. I
squirmed a bit as she gripped me tightly.
"I want you to kiss me."
Now, I had been kissing the hell out of her, so I figured, sure, she
wants more kissing.
"Here."
And with her free hand, she lifted the hem of her dress and pettis,
revealing pink satin panties.
"Oh."
I hadn't been there before. I had heard about it, but hadn't quite
gotten this close yet. But I was willing and when she rolled over on
top of me her dress falling all around me I knew I would do what she
wanted. She fluffed her skirts around my chest and leaned down and
kissed me. The sound of her pettis made me even more excited. Then, she
reached down and yanked my boxers off, leaned down and placed a hot wet
kiss on the tip of my engorged cock.
"If you do it right, I will give you a big reward."
I promised to do it as right as I could as she rolled onto her back and
a smile spread across her pretty face. I slid down and began a series
of kisses up her stocking encased legs until I came face to face with
her pink panties. I moved in and planted a light kiss on her pussy as
she shuddered in delight. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of
her panties and slowly pulled them down. I slowly began nibbling on her
lips. I could feel her wetness spreading. Lisa's small moans gradually
became not-so-muffled cries of ecstasy as my tongue worked its little
magic. My cock, sliding against the satin of her sheets, was harder
than ever and began leaking precum.
And then - it got dark. Suddenly, Lisa closed her legs around my head
and I felt the taffeta of her pettis and dress cover my back all the
way down to my ass as Barbara and Donna entered her room.
"Lisa...honey are you...alright?" said Barbara.
I tried not to move as I felt her hand on my head but it must have made
quite a sight.
"LISA! What on earth are you....who is that under your dress?"
"Mother I can explain. He...it's Carl...he just...he...I...I had fallen
asleep and the next thing I knew he was...here!"
I struggled to get out from under her dress as I heard the lie escape
her lips. That's when I felt the slap on my bare ass.
"Owww," I cried. "Wait..."
When I finally got out from under her skirt - there stood Barbara and
Donna, both dressed in matching silk bridal-white baby doll nighties
with matching elegant chiffon negligees.
"Carl. Oh my...what have you done? My best friend's daughter..." said a
clearly enraged Donna.
"No. It's isn't...please. Wait..."
I rolled off the bed, my cock bobbing as I tried to cover myself with
Lisa's pink panties.
"My panties! Carl! Mother, Carl...has my panties."
Barbara's eyes narrowed. She was beautiful and angry. She held her hand
out and I realized I had to give them to her. I slowly handed them
over, trying to cover my cock."
Donna moved towards me, her breasts nearly bursting through the little
nightie. At five nine, and with those 3" mules she towered over me.
"Carl...panties? I knew you liked my slips...but have you...have you
been wearing my panties too?"
I was thunderstruck. She knew about the slip. I was mortified.
"Donna...no...see...wait...I ...your slip was...just the one time.
Panties - never."
"He's been using my slips and panties to masturbate. I've been finding
them in the hamper the past few weeks."
A smile crossed Lisa's face. She knew she was safe.
"Donna, wait, please I can explain."
Donna moved close to me and took me in her arms, wrapping her negligee
around me. "It's alright honey. I understand. Sometimes boys like to
wear girl's clothes. It's ok."
I shuddered as the chiffon of her negligee made contact with my arms
and my back. I tried desperately to keep my pelvis from making contact,
but to no avail. I felt my cock slide against Donna's silky nightgown
and I knew I was in danger.
"No...it isn't that way. Please."
"Donna are you saying that Carl...Carl wants to wear panties?" asked
Barbara.
"Needs. Needs I think would be a better way to describe it. He just
needs to feel silk and satin on his skin. It's a thing some boys go
through."
Where did she get that from I wondered. Then she gave me a tighter hug,
moving her own pelvis against mine. I struggled a bit, trying to get
away, my cock rubbing against the silk that covered her hard belly. Oh
please. Don't. I was...so close.
"They can't control themselves. It's a part of who they are." She
looked down at me, placed a finger under my chin, tilting my head up,
"You can't control yourself can you sweetie?"
And then I came. Rope after rope of hot cum poured out against Donna's
belly. I tried to escape her grasp, but she held me tight.
"It's alright Carl...you let it out. Let it all out." My knees buckled
as Barbara gasped and Lisa screamed in delight.
'Oh my god he's cumming. Mother, look at him...It's Donna's silky
nightie that did it. He does...he loves the feel of silk and satin."
A tear raced down my cheek as I felt the world collapsing around me.
"No! No, really, please...it's just that I was so...Lisa...made
me...She asked me to kiss her and...oh I am so...."
Ten minutes later I was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, Barbara
and Donna standing in front of me, holding a pink satin nightgown.
"You say you don't have a problem, is that right?" asked Barbara. "But,
you've stolen your mother's slips and now you've cum all over her
nightie, but you don't think you have a problem?"
"No. See, I was just...too excited. I'm so sorry. Please don't make me
wear that nightgown."
"No one is going to make you do anything Carl. But we need to determine
something. If you can't control yourself, then perhaps that is an
indication that you need to explore another side of yourself. The
feminine side. Now, isn't that fair?" asked Barbara.
"I can. I can control myself. Honest."
"Well then we will just try a little experiment. For one day, you dress
in the clothes that you seem to love so much. If you can keep from
messing your pretty new things, if you can control yourself, we'll
forget this whole episode. However, if you fail, then Donna and I agree
that you should spend another day or two exploring your feminine side.
So...are we in agreement?"
"Oh, no. Please...I couldn't. I promise I will never touch anything of
yours again, Donna. Please don't make me do this. Barbara please, I
promise that I will never see Lisa again."
"No. You either learn to control yourself or...you learn more about
yourself. It's either that or we have a discussion with your father
when he returns."
That idea terrified me. He would never understand. Never. He wouldn't
be home for another week or so. I could do it. I could control myself
for one day.
"OK. For one day. I agree."
"That means you don't cum in your panties or night gowns or in your
dress...
"Dress? What dress?" I cried.
"You will dress as a girl for a day. Girls wear dresses. And panties
and pearls and makeup - you will dress that way for one day. And
control yourself. Or we tell your dad," said Barbara.
I was resigned to the idea. I had just come like a racehorse against my
stepmother's beautiful nightgown and she didn't seem at all mad. She
was giving me a chance to prove myself. Now all I had to do was control
myself for one simple day.
More to come.
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