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Danny Hates Shaving - Part 6
In which Danny starts wearing dresses, gets tattoos, has sex with his
mother, and reunites with Aaron.
Man, did something strange happen this morning. I had just stepped out
of the shower and was reaching for a towel to dry myself off when Mom
walked into the bathroom. My first reaction was to try to cover myself
up with a towel but I realized that with the clothing I'd been wearing
around the house there probably wasn't much on my body that she hadn't
already seen so I just turned my back on her, picked the towel off the
rack and prepared to dry myself off. At least I was preparing to do that
before the towel was gently pulled from my hand and I heard her say,
"I'll do that for you."
Jesus, my mother was going to dry me off? She started on my back and my
arms, and then moved on down to my legs. While I was still almost in a
state of shock, it did begin to feel pretty good - almost like a
massage. When she'd finished with my back she gently turned me around
and dried off my hair and face before moving down to my breasts - she
spent quite a bit of time working on them - rubbing them with the towel
- and I was getting pretty turned on by this. After my breasts, she
moved on down to my stomach and then my crotch, kneeling in front of me
while she gently rubbed and dried what remained of my "equipment."
By this time a little warm liquid was beginning to drip from my stub of
a penis and Mom smiled up at me as she played with it and rubbed the
insides of my thighs. I was almost gasping for breath at this point and
my knees were so wobbly that I had to back up and sit down on the toilet
as Mom dried off my legs. Finally, as she finished drying my off, she
stood up, placed the towel back on the rack, smiled at me and turned and
left the bathroom. I couldn't believe it - my Mom and just dried me off
and played with me and fondled me in the process!
While I'd obviously enjoyed it, this was way too weird for me and since
then, I always lock the bathroom door whenever I'm taking a shower.
Well, I used the last of the pills that Matt had gotten from the
Pharmacy Lab for me. Don't know what'll happen now that I'm not taking
them anymore but I sure don't want to find Matt and ask him to get me
any more - even if he would - so I guess that I'll take my chances.
"Ouch," "Ouch," "Ouch," "Ouch" - that was the sound in our kitchen the
other day as Mom plucked my eyebrows. I'd never had them plucked before
and I had to admit that my thick "boy eyebrows" were pretty ugly. And
when Mom was done my thinner, arched eyebrows really did look a lot
cuter. But I really hope that they don't grow back fast so that I have
to have them plucked again very soon. With the eye shadow, and eyeliner,
and mascara, and cheek blush, and lip gloss that I put on after every
shower, I think that I look really nice these days.
My jogging, and dieting, and sunning by the pool were beginning to show
some results toward the end of summer. I'd lost about twenty five pounds
and looked to be in a lot better shape. A good bit of my weight loss was
in my hips, thighs and buttocks. Now I still had a large rear end but it
was more, like, toned. It was big but it was a muscular kind of big, not
a flabby kind of big. And I had gotten some really tight and skimpy
shorts that looked like they were painted on my body, and they were so
high cut in the rear that the bottom couple of inches of my tanned
cheeks showed beneath them. Man, when I wore those with my stiletto
heels outside the house, almost every guy that I walked past got an
erection and turned to stare at me. If they were young and cute I'd even
smile at them to see if I could make them blush!
One area that hadn't lost any weight was my breasts. They had continued
to swell and I had been forced to start wearing a regular bra for my
jogging. My breasts were so large that the sports bra just wasn't
providing enough support and I needed a real bra for that. After a
couple of tries, I found that I had to wear a 38D instead of the 36C
that Mom had bought for me several months ago. Don't get me wrong, it
wasn't that I didn't like the larger size of my tits, it's just that it
wasn't practical not to have them supported. Without a bra, they hang
down almost to my elbows and it was kind of messy, like, as an example,
to be working on preparing a salad at the kitchen counter, and have my
breasts dangling down into the salad bowl when I leaned forward to grab
some spices from the cupboard in front of me.
I wish Mom would leave me alone. I don't know whether she's got the
"hots" for me or whatever but whenever we're alone together she's, like,
right up next to me, and she's constantly running her fingers through my
long hair, or resting her hand on my thigh. I was cooking breakfast the
other day and she came up behind me, and kind of snuggled up against me,
and slipped her hands around under the front of my nightie and started
playing with my nipples. I'm not sure where that would have gone if she
hadn't heard Dad coming down the stairs and pulled away from me.
Well, Mom finally got rid of the last of my pants, shirts, slacks and
sweatshirts. And guess what she replaced them with? DRESSES!!!!! All
I've got to wear when I go out now is girl's dresses! Well, I guess I
could wear my baby doll nighties - but they're even more revealing. I
don't know why she picked the ones that she did as they're all, like,
well, uh, revealing. They're several baby doll dresses that do come down
to my knees, but which reveal a lot of my breasts and emphasize their
size. And then at the other extreme there are some ones called "shifts"
that cover up my top better, but which only go down a couple of inches
below my crotch - revealing all but the upper inch or so of my legs.
Actually, I guess that I like the shifts better because with the running
that I've been doing, and the sunning by the pool, my legs look like
they're in really good shape and are darkly tanned. When Mom and I went
out to a nice restaurant for dinner last night, I wore a white shift and
my white stiletto sandals. Our waiter was a good-looking guy in his
twenties and he couldn't keep his eyes off of me - kept leaning over me
to try to look down into my dress at my breasts. That was such a
compliment that I made sure that we left him a big tip.
I was still kind of ticked off about how Mom tossed all my other clothes
when she got the dresses. I mean, like, I really did like the dresses,
but she could have let me help pick them out instead of just going ahead
on her own! So I did something to annoy her - I got a tattoo. I went
back to the shop where I'd gotten my nipples pierced over a year ago,
and told the guy that I wanted a small tattoo on the lower part of my
right breast - just kind of curving around my nipple. He was like: "A
flower, or a bird or a cute little animal - something like that?" When I
explained what I really wanted he looked at me like I was crazy, but I
told him to either fucking give me what I wanted, or I'd go to some
other fucking shop. So he gave me the tattoo and my right breast now
says:
"I SUCK COCK"
Since it's around my nipple it really doesn't show unless I wear one of
the really ultra sheer babydoll dresses that Mom bought me - and even
then someone would have to be kinda close and look carefully to figure
out what the letters spelled out. So the tattoo really doesn't show when
I'm out in public. But I know it's there, and so does Mom. Boy was she
pissed!
A couple of weeks after I had gotten the tattoo, and Mom had stopped
scowling at me and complaining about it, we were sitting next to each
other at the kitchen table one morning, just drinking coffee and
watching the morning talk show on TV. Mom had moved over and was kind of
snuggling up against me, and then after a few minutes she put her arm
around my shoulders and began to massage the back of my neck. After that
she leaned over and kissed my neck and then nibbled on my earlobe a
little. I mean, it did feel pretty good, and it wasn't the first time
that Mom had "touched" me so I just let her continue. Actually, after a
few more minutes I was, like, kinda, uh, getting in the spirit of
things, so I leaned over and kissed her gently, and then pretty soon we
were hugging each other and were kissing and rubbing our bodies up
against each other and really making out
After a couple of minutes of that she gently took my right hand and
guided it down into her panties and began to rub it up and down on her
pussy. She was pretty wet down there already and while I was a little
embarrassed to be touching my Mom like that, I was getting pretty turned
on and pretty soon I had my middle finger up inside her. That was OK but
after a little of that, she drew away from me, pulled off her panties,
sat down in her chair, spread her legs and smiled at me. "I think you
know what I'd like you to do," she said softly. Oh Shit!
But I was getting so excited by all the foreplay that I just knelt in
front of her and slowly moved my face down into her crotch. Man, the
sight and smell of her wet pussy was such a turn on that I could feel my
own panties getting sopping wet as I leaned even closer and gently
kissed the lips of her pussy. After that I licked her lips gently a
little and then stuck my tongue between her lips, slowly licking her
clit. Man, she was turned on by that and was groaning and moving around
a little in her chair and gently squeezing my head between her legs as I
thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her. I was moaning a little in
pleasure at that point and then she gasped and I felt her body stiffen
as she placed her hands on the back of my head and forced my face harder
against her crotch. Finally, she relaxed and just lay back in her chair,
covered with sweat and breathing heavily. I kissed her lips once or
twice, and licked and kissed her a little more and then pulled back and
got up and sat down in my chair next to her. We spent the next half hour
or so just snuggling up against each other, and kissing and playing with
each other's breasts before we finally went upstairs and showered
together and then helped each other get dressed and put on our makeup
before we went out to the mall and just wandered around and window-
shopped for the rest of the morning.
After that first time, almost every day when Mom and I were alone we'd
end up making out and I'd usually end up performing oral sex on her. I'm
not sure who got more turned on, Mom or me, by the sex, but I can tell
you that once I got my tongue up into her pussy I couldn't stop.
A week or two after I started going down on Mom, I figured up another
trick to play on her so I went back to the tattoo parlor and got my left
breast tattooed. The letters wrapping around my left nipple spell out:
"AND I EAT PUSSY"
That annoyed her even more than the suck cock tattoo. Well, I don't mean
that she was really pissed off about the new tattoo, she even mentioned
that she thought that the both of them were pretty funny, but that she
really didn't want me to wear any sheer clothing when we went out in
public. I was, like, man as long as I can eat your pussy whenever I
want, I don't care what you make me wear in public.
I'm not sure whether it was because I was going down on Mom so often, or
because our "sessions" were lasting longer and longer - when I got my
tongue up inside her I never wanted to quit - but after a month or so I
noticed that my tongue was a little irritated, or something. Like, when
I was brushing my teeth I noticed that it seemed to be red and maybe
just a little swollen. It didn't seem to be getting any worse so I
didn't worry about it, but then one afternoon when we were getting
dressed after a "session" she commented about how "cute" she thought my
lisp was. "Lissspp," I asked, "What Lissspp?"
"Oh you silly thing," she answered, "listen to yourself talk. But don't
worry, I like it, I think it's so cute to hear you talk nowadays."
When I was alone later that day I did my "one, two three, tesssting"
thing and realized that I really did have a very noticeable lisp now. Oh
well, it wasn't that bad, and Mom did like it after all, although Dad
just scowled every time he heard it, but if the only option was to quit
going down on Mom, I figured that I could live with the lisp.
Oh man, this is strange. Like, I still don't have any beard, but the
hair on the other areas of my body is getting really thick. Like my
armpits - even when I have my arms down at my sides you can see tufts of
thick, black, curly hair sticking out of them. And my nipples? Well,
they're not too bad but each one has a number of black curly hairs
growing around the edges. Man, my crotch is the worst! It's completely
covered by the hair and the hair extends out onto the upper part of my
inner thighs, and then part way up toward my navel. My panties won't
cover it up - you can see big tufts of the hair coming out the sides and
over the top of my panties. I tried trimming the hair as short as I
could with a pair of scissors, and then shaving off what was left -
especially in my crotch area - but it just grew right back, and heavier
than ever, so I gave up on that. Mom was kidding me the other day about
how I've developed a real "muff." Yeah, thanks Mom, I really needed that
encouragement.
Mom and Dad had a real fight a couple of days ago. Dad came home from
work a little early and "caught" Mom and me in the kitchen. Well, we
weren't doing anything bad, just kissing each other, but I guess that
was the last straw for Dad. After a couple of hours or yelling and
screaming he packed up a couple of suitcases and moved out of the house.
Mom was pretty depressed the next day and when we got ready to go to bed
at night, she asked me to sleep with her to keep her company and cheer
her up. So since that night, I've been sleeping with her every night -
and doing my best to "cheer her up" - man, is my tongue getting a
workout!
I don't know whether I mentioned it before, but after attending classes
at the college for a couple of weeks I dropped out. The classes weren't
very interesting, and some of the students who had known me from the
community college were there and a few of them were making remarks about
my appearance whenever I was within earshot of them. So I just dropped
the courses and got the 75% tuition from the Registrar that was the best
I could talk them out of.
Well, Aaron wasn't too bad. We'd kind of lost contact with each other
during the summer but before I dropped out of college, we had been
hanging around a little on campus. One time when we were sitting in the
Student Union having a Pepsi and fries, he told me how nice my makeup
looked and how cute I was in my dresses. I didn't know what to say, and
I was just sitting there across from Aaron and thinking about how cute
he looked with his curly brown hair and green eyes, so I just rubbed his
hand a little as it lay on the table, and blushed at the compliment.
Sometimes when we'd walk between classes we would hold hands.
Since I dropped out of college, I haven't been getting out of the house
or exercising much lately, just pretty much loafing around and watching
TV and taking it easy, I've gained back a little of the weight that I
had lost over the summer. For some reason most of the gain went to my
breasts as they're now a 40DD size. Their weight bothers me but Mom
likes to play with them so much in bed that I'll put up with them - not
like I had much of a choice, that is. Oh, I've also taken up cooking,
under Mom's guidance, and I'm getting to be pretty good in the kitchen.
Aaron was over at the house last night and we were watching TV. It was a
warm fall evening and even with the windows open the house was a little
stuffy. To stay cool I had changed into my babydoll nightie and my large
breasts were straining against the thin fabric of the skimpy top. As
Aaron and I were sitting snuggled up against each other on the couch, I
could see that he kept clanking over at my breasts. Finally he asked me,
"Do you really do both of those things?"
I was, like, what's he talking about, and then I realized that he could
read my tattoos through my nightie. "Oh, occasionally," I answered. He
didn't say anything for another fifteen minutes or so and I was trying
to guess whether he was getting up the courage to ask me to go down on
him. So finally I asked him, "Uh, well, was there, like, something that,
uh, you wanted to do?"
Well, he didn't answer me but he blushed a really bright red, and so
after a couple of more minutes, I leaned over and snuggled my breasts up
against him and kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear and then
whispered: "Come on, it's OK, whatever you want to do is fine with me -
really." Aaron still didn't say anything so I slipped my hand down into
his crotch and stroked him while I whispered "Please?"
Finally Aaron looked at me and asked if we had any Vaseline.
"Vaseline?," I asked, "but what would you need Vaseline....." and my
voice tailed off as I realized why Aaron wanted the Vaseline - and now I
was the one who was blushing. Man, this was getting kinda weird, but I
really did like Aaron, and I had offered after all - so I got up from
the couch and went upstairs and rummaged around in the hall closet and
found the container of Vaseline and brought it down and handed it to
him. Aaron had me take off my clothes while he stripped off his, and
then he had me lie down on the couch on my stomach with a pillow under
my crotch to raise my rear end up in the air a little. I saw him apply a
generous coating of Vaseline to his cock which had now stiffened and
looked to be about six inches long - well, at least he's not hung like a
horse, I thought.
Aaron came over to me and I could feel him applying Vaseline to my butt
and massaging and stroking my cheeks. Even though I was kinda nervous I
was getting turned on by his touch. Then Aaron knelt over me and
whispered in my ear; "I'll be gentle - don't worry I won't hurt you."
And with that he began to slide his cock up into my asshole. I could
feel him entering me and I could feel this, like, pressure building up
inside as he slid farther and farther into me. Then he began to thrust
in and out of me - very slowly at first and then faster and faster. I
was gasping by this time and thrusting my ass up in the air in tune with
his thrusts so that he went deeper and deeper inside me. Finally I felt
him spasm and realized that he had come inside me. Aaron lay slowly down
on top of me and kissed and nibbled on my neck as I enjoyed the feeling
of his sweaty body on top of me. After a few more minutes I enjoyed the
sensations as his cock slowly shrunk back to normal size and slowly slid
out of me.
"Are you kids having fun?" The question in my Mom's voice snapped me
back to reality as I twisted around and saw her standing in the family
room doorway. Aaron jumped off of me and began to struggle back into his
clothes. "Don't worry about it," Mom said, and then continued, "You must
be hungry after all that exercise. Should I order a couple of pizzas for
us?" Aaron and I just looked at each other and we kind of gulped and
nodded our heads, and with that Mom went into the kitchen to order the
pizza.
Anyway, after we'd eaten as much of the pizza as we wanted, Mom asked
Aaron if he'd like to spend the night with us - "If you're not too
tired," and she winked a little. So Aaron did append the night. And the
three of us did sleep together. And Mom did teach us a couple of fun
things to do in bed that we wouldn't have thought of by ourselves.
Since then, Aaron's been spending almost every night over at our house -
sometimes with me, and sometimes with Mom and sometimes with the three
of us together.
As the fall wore on and Christmas neared, I began to think that maybe
taking up cooking wasn't that great of an idea. I guess the cooking part
isn't that bad, but eating everything that I've been cooking hasn't
helped my figure any. And the dishes that Mom is teaching me to cook are
all these really rich pastries and recipes with lots of butter and sugar
in them. Since most of the recipes serve anywhere from four to six
people, and Mom and Aaron are light eaters, I usually end up consuming
almost the whole recipe. Anyway, I've gained quite a bit of weight -
mostly in my hips, rear and thighs - I'm now up to over two hundred
pounds. Turns out that Aaron really likes the huge ass that I've
developed, and to be truthful I really like the way he massages and
fondles and plays with it before he fucks me. And Mom, well she just
enjoys teaching us new things. Oh well, whatever turns us on..........
(End of story)
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