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Danny's Mom - Part 5 of 6
In which Danny picks out some more revealing underwear, his mother
begins choosing the clothes that he will wear, he breaks up with Craig,
he begins wearing high heels, the neighborhood boys catch him
sunbathing, a garter belt is added to his lingerie, his hair takes on a
new color and he begins spending more time at the neighborhood bar.
May
Mom and I were walking through the mall the other day when she grabbed
my arm and pulled me into a small store named "The Purple Parrot" -
turns out it was a combination tattoo parlor and piercing shop. I
thought that maybe Mom was going to treat me to another earring piercing
as I now have five large hoop earrings in each ear but she walked up to
the desk and said, "My daughter wants to have her navel pierced."
I'm like: "Mom, my ears are one thing, but I've heard that navel
piercings really hurt."
"Don't be such a sissy," she said, "it'll all be over with in a few
minutes, and navel piercings are so popular these days - all the girls
are getting them."
I wasn't going to create a scene by arguing with Mom in front of
everybody in the store so I got this resigned look on my face and just
shrugged "OK." And I had to admit that it did only take a short time,
and didn't hurt too much, and the guy put in just a small stainless
steel bar and told me to keep it clean and come back in a couple of
weeks when the piercing had healed. I had been looking through my
fashion magazines trying to decide what kind of jewelry I wanted for my
navel, and had decided on a small fake diamond. But, guess what? Mom had
other ideas! So now my navel is sporting a silver ring about an inch or
so in diameter and with three silver bells on it that tinkle as I walk
along.....
I had gone shopping a week or so ago and while I was browsing around in
the lingerie section of one of the stores, I came across a display of
thongs. Up until now I had just been wearing the "Plain Jane" panties
that Mom had been buying for me but I wondered what it would be like to
wear a thong. So I picked out a couple, one white Lycra one and a little
more daring black Lycra one with ties on the sides and bought them. When
I got home and tried first one, and then the other one on, wow - did
they feel different than the panties!
It really took awhile to get used to the feel of that string that ran
down between the cheeks of my ass to the front of the thong. And when I
looked at myself in the mirror I realized how little of me the small
piece of fabric really covered up. Like, six months or so ago I could
never have gotten away with wearing a thong but my penis was now so
small that there really wasn't that much to cover up and in fact the
thong fit me pretty well.
As I turned around in front of the mirror I was thinking, "You know
Danni, you really have a nice ass."
I realized that the weight that I had gained in my buttocks and upper
thighs had given me a really nice, rounded figure. I reached back and
stroked one of my cheeks, running my fingers up and down its soft
smoothness, and then bounced up and down a little on my toes and watched
my cheeks jiggle. So I figured: "What the hell, if you've got it, flaunt
it!"
So the next morning when I got up and went down to breakfast, I wore
nothing but my white thong (I'd decided that I liked the white one
better than the black one) and a pair of my taller stiletto heels. And
as I walked into the kitchen I kind of bounced a little on my feet so
that my breasts swung back and forth a little and my ass jiggled and the
stilettos made me swing my hips more as I walked. I could tell Mom was
staring at me as I bent over and reached into the refrigerator to get a
container of yogurt and displayed my ass for her.
"You're displaying a little skin than usual today, aren't you?" Mom
asked.
"Oh you know, the weather is getting warmer and it's kind of nice
occasionally to be able to just get out of bed and come down for
breakfast without the hassle of putting on a lot of clothes first thing
in the morning," I replied, trying not to smile.
"Yes," she said, "just make sure no one else is in the house when you
walk around like that."
"Why?" I asked, trying to sound surprised. "Don't you like the way I
look?"
"You know what I mean," she answered, "You've got a very beautiful body,
just be careful how you show it off, and who you show it off to." And
that was the end of that conversation.
I don't know whether it was because of how I had dressed that morning,
or whether there was some other reason, but several days later Mom told
me that she was concerned about the clothing that I was choosing to wear
and that she didn't think that I was always dressing appropriately for
the occasion.
"Uh, OK, so what's your point?" I asked.
"My point," she replied, "is that you don't show very good judgment at
times. So from now on I'll be choosing the clothes that you wear."
I was, like, I couldn't believe this - my Mom picking out my clothes for
me? I started sputtering and stammering and protesting but she just
turned her back on me and walked away. So ever since then, when I wake
up in the morning I'll find the clothes that I am to wear that day laid
out in a neat pile on the top of my dresser.
June
Craig and I had been going out about once a week and I had told Mom that
we had been acting pretty much just as friends and that I was a little
disappointed that he hadn't been more affectionate. I guess she decided
to try something so when I woke up the next day that I had a date with
Craig, I found out that Mom had picked out an older T-shirt that was a
pretty tight, and no bra. When I put the T-shirt on, you could clearly
see the outline of my breasts through the thin fabric, and as I moved
around, their swinging back and forth was very obvious.
So anyway, Craig and I were in the movie theatre and he was holding my
hand and I just kind of leaned toward him and "accidentally" let my
right breast lay on top of his left arm. I could feel him startle a
little as it touched him and when I looked over at him several minutes
later I could see this big bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Part way
through the movie I told him that I had to get up to use the Girl's Room
and when I eased past him to get to the aisle, I accidentally stumbled
and partly fell against him, pressing my breasts against his face.
And when we stopped for a pizza snack after the movie, I managed to lean
over the table as I got into the booth so that when I sat down, my
breasts were laying on top of the table, clearly visible through the
thin fabric of my T-shirt. You should have seen the look on Craig's face
as he started at them, and he kept squirming around in the booth, trying
to get comfortable and also to hide the huge bulge that was straining
against the fabric of the crotch of his jeans.
After we'd finished the pizza and were walking to his car through the
warm night air, I stopped in a dark section of the parking lot, turned
to Craig, reached down and took his hands and moved them up under my T-
shirt and placed them on my breasts. Craig gasped as I did this and then
began to softly rub my breasts. This was what I had wanted him to do for
so long and I was getting pretty turned on myself as I reached down with
my right hand and began to gently stroke his crotch.
We just stood there for what seemed like forever, breathing hard as we
fondled each other's bodies. Finally Craig drew in a deep breath and I
could feel his body shudder and I realized that he had shot his load
into his jeans. We just stood there for several minutes, crushing our
bodies against each other, and then we walked slowly to his car. We
didn't talk on the way home, but before I got out of the car at my house
we embraced for several minutes and Craig kissed my neck and lips. He
asked me if he could take me out the next night and of course I agreed.
The next night when Craig picked me up, we just sat in the car for a
couple of minutes, talking about what we wanted to do that evening.
Well, that is, we talked about everything but what we REALLY wanted to
do. We both knew that each of us really want to "have at" the other's
body but we didn't come right out and say it. Finally, Craig asked me if
I'd just like to come back to his place and watch TV. It didn't sound
too interesting but I said, "Yeah, whatever," or something like that.
When we got to Craig's parents place I found out that his bedroom isn't
in the main house, but is over the garage. And moreover, to reach his
bedroom you have to come out of the house, walk around to the side of
the garage, and then climb up a set of wooden steps to get to his second
floor bedroom - really private. Hmmmm, this was beginning to look more
interesting.
So we got up to his apartment, which was really pretty large and nicely
furnished with a small kitchen and sitting area in addition to the
bedroom, and we were sitting on the couch and watching TV. I was kind of
snuggled up against Craig and after awhile he moved his left hand over
onto my right thigh and began to stroke it gently.
"You know Craig," I said, "if we're going to do, what I think we're
going to do, there's something that I should tell you about me," and I
went on to tell him what had happened to me.
After I finished he was silent for a minute and then he kind of
stammered, "Oh, well, uhh, that's, well, that doesn't make any
difference."
But after that he stopped rubbing my thigh and we just sat there and
watched TV for awhile and then he took me home.
"Call me tomorrow?" I asked as I was getting out of his car.
"Yeah, sure," he replied.
But he didn't. And when I called him and left messages on his answering
machine, he never returned my calls. Shit - the first guy I'd really
cared about and he had dumped me!
After a couple of weeks I was thinking about calling Eric and Emma and
seeing if I could do something with them. But I was sort of embarrassed
about how I had brushed them off after I had gotten involved with Craig
so I kept putting off calling them. Just to get out of the house, I've
started hanging out at the Sports Bar several nights a week - usually
without Mom - just sitting at the bar and drinking beer, and smoking,
and chatting with the guys sitting nearby as we watch TV.
Well, Mom did it again - just as I was getting comfortable wearing my
higher heels, and actually beginning to like the way they looked on me,
she got some even higher heels. Like, these are the same stiletto heels
that I have on my other shoes but these are, like, six inches high, and
the shoes have laces, or straps, or something like that that wrap around
the bottom of my legs and come half way up my calves. The higher heels
are really hard to walk in but Mon in her wisdom has been going through
my closet and cleaning out and throwing out some of my pairs of shoes so
about all that I've got left now are the shoes with the stiletto heels -
the only choice is whether I go with the two inch, the four inch, or the
six inch heels. Most of the time I pick the ones with the two inch heels
- unless Mom tells me to put on a pair with higher heels that day.
July
I figured that this would be a good summer to work on a tan, so I picked
up a couple of bottles of tanning lotion at the drug store. When I got
home I picked up a paperback book to read and got a towel and stripped
down to my thong and was headed out the door to the back yard when Mom
stopped me.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Isn't it, like, obvious that I'm going to sunbathe," I shot back.
"Not topless, and not in my back yard. The neighbors can too easily see
into each other's yards in this neighborhood," she came back at me.
I guess I had to admit that she had a point. I wasn't sure that I wanted
some of the fat old men in the neighborhood ogling me while I lay
topless in the sun. So I let her go to the mall and hunt up a swimwear
store and pick out a two-piece bathing suit for me. Well, I guess I
should have been a little more specific as to what I wanted because she
bought this tiny Brazilian bikini. The bottom wasn't any larger than the
thong that I had been wearing. And the top? Well it covered up my
nipples but that was about all - in addition to seeing my breasts
spilling over the top of the tiny cups, you could see an inch or so of
them on the sides and the bottom of the cups - well, at least my nipples
won't get sunburned although that's about all that's protected! But it
was all I had to wear, and I did want to get out into the sun and relax,
so I put it on and headed out into the back yard.
Actually, it did feel really nice to spread the lotion on my body and
the exposed portions of my breasts and then just lie there in the warm
sun. Every so often I'd roll over so as to tan evenly and then apply
some more lotion. It felt especially good to apply the lotion to the
inside of my thighs and to my breasts, massaging the lotion into my soft
skin. I was lying on my stomach when I realized that the strap across
the back of my bikini top would be leaving a white tan line so I reached
behind me and undid the strap, and then kind of drifted off to sleep.
I woke up some time later to hear what sounded like a boy whispering,
"Wow, look at the size of her tits."
Startled I sat up to find three of the neighborhood boys standing near
the lounge I had been sleeping on, and who were now starting at my
breasts, swaying back and forth, free of the bikini top that no longer
supported them.
"Get the fuck out of here you little assholes," I yelled, trying
unsuccessfully to cover my breasts with my hands.
"We saw Danni's tits! We saw Danni's tits! We saw Danni's tits!" they
yelled as they ran out of our back yard.
Fucking little bastards!
The mailman delivered a package to the house today - addressed to me -
and from Victoria's Secret. I was kind of nervous about opening it
without asking Mom, but she wasn't at home, and after all it was
addressed to me, wasn't it? After I'd opened the package and sorted
everything out on my bed, I found that I had now added three black lace
garter belts, four pairs of black lace panties, four pairs of black lace
push-up bras, six pairs of nylon stockings to go with the garter belt -
two in black, two in white, and two in nude - to my lingerie collection.
Oh yeah, and there were six miniskirts - really short ones, like they
only covered up the upper half of my thighs - in different colors. I
was, like: "Man, they're pretty, but this isn't the kind of underwear
that guys wear."
Mom came home an hour or so later and when she walked past my room and
saw the new lingerie on my bed, stepped into my room and said, "Oh, I
see that you've opened your present. What do you think of them? Aren't
they pretty."
"Uh, yeah, I guess," I replied, "but, like, I can't wear things like
this."
"Nonsense," she said, "you'll look very pretty in them."
So she had me take off all my clothes and put on one of the black lace
bras - she let me do that by myself. When it came to the panties,
stockings (she picked the black ones) and garter belt, she insisted on
helping me put them on.
"Just until you get the hang of things because it's so easy to get a run
in the stockings," she said.
So first she had me sit on the edge of my bed while she showed me how to
pull on the stockings without tearing them. I had to admit that feeling
Mom's hands on my legs, and adjusting the stockings on my thighs did
feel kind of good. Then she allowed me to stand up and pull on my
panties. Finally she had me step into the garter belt, and she pulled it
up and adjusted it so that it rode on the upper part of my hips, and
then she snapped the stockings to the straps on the garter belt. She had
me stand in front of the full-length mirror and turn around.
"Doesn't that look wonderful?" she asked.+
Well, "wonderful" wasn't exactly the word that I would have used but I
just answered, "Yeah, I guess."
"Oh, don't be silly," she said. "Now put on your pair of black sandals
with the four inch heels to complete the outfit."
"Complete the outfit?" I asked. "Like, no pants or shorts, or skirt, or
anything like that?"
"No silly," she said, "your new lingerie looks so nice on you that you
don't want to hide it. Come on now, put on your sandals and come down
and fix supper for us."
So for the rest of the day, I was only allowed to wear my bra, panties,
garter belt, stockings and sandals around the house.
By about 7 o'clock that night, after the supper dishes had been washed
and put away, I had gotten used to wearing my new undergarments and was
thinking about maybe just watching TV for the rest of the evening. Then
the doorbell rang.
"Danni, I'm busy," Mom called down from upstairs, "answer the door for
me."
I was like: "Mom, I can't answer the door. All I've got on is this black
underwear," but she shouted down: "When I tell you to do something, I
expect you to obey. Now answer the door!"
Well, I really didn't want to but I did as commanded, went to the front
door and opened it. There were these two scruffy-looking guys in their
twenties standing there, holding clipboards. One of them started into
his standard speech - something about being from the Earth Defense Fund
and wanting this household to take part in a survey. About twenty
seconds into his spiel, though, his voice trailed off and he and his
friend just stared at me, dressed only in my black lingerie.
What was worse, with the cooler night air blowing in through the open
doorway, my nipples stiffened up and began trying to poke through the
thin fabric of the push up bra. And I was still a little bit unsteady on
the four inch heels so I was wobbling just a little and that made my
breasts and hips sway and bounce around a tiny bit. After a long pause,
the guy started speaking again, but this time he wasn't talking to me -
he was staring at and talking to my breasts! He also wasn't making much
sense, stammering and losing his train of thought. And his friend just
kept looking me up and down and his face was getting redder by the
moment. Finally the first guy just blurted out some kind of thanks and
they turned and walked away. After I'd shut the door, Mom called down
and asked what they'd wanted.
"To check out my ass and tits," I yelled up the stairs.
When I got dressed the next morning, I was really glad that she allowed
me to put on my regular underwear!
August
Mom told me this morning that it was time to go back to the beauty salon
and have my permanent touched up. I guess that she was right as all the
lying outside in the sun hadn't helped the curls which were beginning to
look pretty messy. When we got there I assumed that it would just be the
same color touch-up and permanent that I had gotten before but I guess
that Mom had other plans, as when we emerged several hours later, my
tightly curled hair style was back but the color was different - I had
gone from being a red head to being a REDHEAD. Like, think a really
bright red - not a neon color, but not all that different. Man, I
couldn't believe how much attention the hair color attracted. At the
Sports Bar that night guys kept coming up and hitting on me - oh well,
at least I got all the free drinks and cigarettes I wanted.
She tossed out the several bottles of perfume that I had accumulated
over the last several months and replaced them with one large bottle
from the drug store: "Costs less if you buy a bigger bottle" she said.
Well, maybe, but it had this really flowery fragrance that I didn't
like. And worse, she insisted that I put on a lot every morning - not
just a drop behind each ear - but I had to pour a couple of spoonfuls
into my hands and rub it on my neck and my breasts. The first couple of
times I wore it to the bar the guys were telling me how nice it smelled
and bending forward to get a better whiff of it - yeah, sure, I know
that you just want to get a better view of my tits.
I guess old habits are hard to break. Since I started smoking
occasionally at the bar, I've been smoking more and more - even around
the house nowadays. And in fact the first thing that I'll do in the
morning now is light up a cigarette as soon as I come down for
breakfast. And then unless I have something to do that morning I'll just
sit at the kitchen table, watching TV, and drinking coffee and smoking.
Mom's been complaining about the smell of cigarette smoke in the house
but I don't think that it bothers her all that much - usually when she
goes to the store she'll ask me if I need any cigarettes. Not that I
usually do - the guys at the bar are keeping me pretty well supplied.
Like, I'll be sitting at the bar or in a booth with one of them and I'll
reach into my purse for a pack of cigarettes, and even if I've got
several packs hidden down at the bottom already, I'll say: "Darn, out of
smokes. Will you guys watch my beer while I run across the street and
buy a pack?" Invariably, at least one of the guys will toss me his pack
of cigarettes and tell me to keep it. Guys can be so dumb at times.....
Another Victoria's Secret package showed up in the mail this morning. I
had been so happy with the last shipment that I immediately opened this
one - and I couldn't believe what it contained - two bright red lace
bras with black trim, and two matching red lace panties with lacy black
trim. Well, it wasn't what they had, but what they didn't have. The bras
had two holes where my nipples were, and the panties had a vertical slit
where my crotch was! Just to see how I would look in them I tried on a
pair and, sure enough, you could clearly see my crotch and my nipples
were poking through the holes in the bra. This latest addition to my
underwear was way too extreme so I just shoved them way back in the
lingerie drawer in my dresser.
Toward the end of the month, I felt around in my crotch when I was
pulling on my panties - I guess I kind of confirmed what I already knew.
There's really nothing left of either my penis or my balls. All I really
have "down there" now is a soft mound between my legs. (Well, there is
this tiny hole down near the bottom that I pee out of, too.) Oh well, at
least my panties and thongs and bikinis now fit me perfectly.
(End of Part 5 - to be continued)
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