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Danny's Cleavage - part 3 of 6
In which Danny's mother confronts him over wearing her bras and buys him
bras of his own, he starts wearing a bra outside of the house, his Mom
provides him some "ointment" to use on his chest, he notices some slight
changes in his nipples, and begins dating Cindy Haworth.
Things were OK for a couple of months and then - disaster! Mom came into
my bedroom one night when I was studying. Well, she really just stood in
the doorway and I could tell from the expression on her face that she was
really pissed. "OK", she said, "I know you've been messing around with my
bras. Stay out of my bedroom and leave them alone!"
By that time I was blushing and stammering and trying to deny that I had
ever touched her bras, when she smiled a little and brought out a bag
that she had been holding behind her, tossed it to me and said: "Now
you've got your own. And by the way, if you're going to browse those
sites on the internet with photos of girls in their underwear, then you
should clear your browser's history more often", and she winked at me
before she turned and went downstairs. I was like, what the fuck is going
on here, as I picked the bag up off the floor opened it and found that it
contained - SIX PAIRS OF BRAS! My Mom had bought bras for me? Oh man,
this was too fucking weird. After the initial shock wore off, I examined
them and found that they were all the same size, and all had small AA-
cups, but they were different colors and styles. I wasn't sure how to
deal with this so I just stuffed them in my underwear drawer and went
back to my homework.
I didn't say anything about the gift the next morning, or for the rest of
the week for that matter. It was like, both I and my Mom were pretending
that nothing had happened - like, I had never tried on her bras - and
like, she had never found out - and she had never bought me my own bras.
But as we were having breakfast that Saturday, she casually said: "I know
that you'd like to. Why don't you just try one on and wear it around the
house today?" I didn't say anything - just blushed a bright red and
really concentrated on my corn flakes. But afterward when I went up to my
room to get dressed, I thought: "Well, she knows what I've been doing.
Why not put one on?" So I did, and I found out that the ones she had
bought really fit me a lot better than hers had. I also put on a big
baggy shirt so you really couldn't tell that I was wearing a bra under
it. And even stuffed with toilet paper, the AA-cups were really small. So
you couldn't really tell that I had a bra on by looking at me.
Later that morning, Mom announced that she was taking me to the mall for
lunch. "OK", I said, "that sounds like a plan. Just let me run upstairs
to my room first." "No you're not", she said, "Keep it on, no one will
notice." I guess I must have been really blushing by that time as she
just kind of chuckled and said: "Trust me, it'll be OK." So we went to
the mall, and here I am, walking around the mall, and meeting some people
I know, AND I'M WEARING A BRA!!!!!
We went into a sandwich shop in the food court for lunch, and Mom sat
next to me, and a couple of times she reached across in front of me to
snag the ketchup or the salt shaker and her arm brushed against the front
of my shirt and the bra underneath. Man, I was getting so turned on by
the whole situation that I had this huge erection and I'm squirming
around in the booth a little trying to get comfortable. And the squirming
didn't help the situation any and all of a sudden I let out a slight
groan and ejaculated into my jeans. I think Mom knew what had happened as
she just kind of smiled a little as she finished her lunch. Man, I
couldn't wait to get home and tell Wil what had happened to me!
As soon as I got home I called Wil and asked him to come over to my house
right away. "So, what's the big deal", he asked as he came through the
front door about fifteen minutes later. "Come on up to my room", I
responded, "I've got something to show you." Up in my room I slowly
unbuttoned my baggy shirt and removed it, exposing the tan bra that I was
wearing. "Oh man, that is so pretty", Wil exclaimed, "But aren't you
scared that your Mom will catch you wearing it here in the house?"
"Silly", I said, "My Mom bought it for me", and I proceeded to show Wil
the bras that she had bought me and told him about my experiences wearing
one to the mall - well, I did leave out the part about cuming in my
jeans. Wil was like, "You mean that your Mom knows, and she's OK with
it?" I asked him if his Mom really didn't know that he had worn a bra
occasionally, and he told me that, yeah, the Counseling Office at the
school had called her when he was caught wearing one to school that first
time, but that she had never really
said anything to him, and he thought that she knew what he was doing but
just, kind of, wanted to ignore it and pretend that her son wasn't
wearing girl's underwear on occasion. "Man, your Mom is so neat, I wish
my Mom were like that", he ended up saying.
So anyway, Wil and I spent the rest of the afternoon up in my room,
trying on the different bras and admiring how we looked in them. I even
agreed to loan one to him for a couple of days - the pink one with white
lace trim that he really liked.
Ever since that first time, I'll quite often wear a bra around the house.
Not always, but usually. And even when I'm going out of the house, as
long as it's not to some place where I'll have to undress, like for gym
class at school, or when I'm going swimming at a friend's pool, and as
long as I have the right shirt that will hide the tiny AA-cups on my
chest, I'll wear a bra outside the house. I just really like the way it
feels, and just the thought that I'm wearing one and nobody else knows it
is a real turn-on, and I can even pretend that I have real breasts!
The only problem was that on hot summer days, even wearing an AA-cup bra
outside of the house became a problem. When the weather was hot and
humid, there was no way that I could wear my baggy shirts outside of the
house - like, even if I didn't mind sweating like a pig, my friends would
wonder why I was wearing cold weather clothing in the summer. And there
was no way that I could hide even an AA-cup under the light fabric of my
summer shirts. So until the weather cooled off, I had to go bra-less
outside of the house. But that disappointment was offset with a gift of
several tank tops and tube tops from my Mom. By wearing my bra and a tube
top, inside the house of course, it really looked as though I had a cute
set of small breasts on me - just a shame I couldn't leave the house
dressed that way! Wil kept bugging me to let him borrow some of my tops
but I told him to go and buy his own clothes - or talk his Mom into
buying some for him. Of course, that suggestion went over like a lead
balloon with him, but w
henever he was over at my house, I'd let him wear one of my tops.
I was watching TV at home the other night. The weather was really warm
and humid and I wasn't wearing a shirt, just a plain white bra and a pair
of Jockey shorts. The movie wasn't all that interesting, and I had my
right hand up under the bra, idly playing with my left nipple, gently
rubbing and tugging on it and imagining that I had a real nipple there,
instead of the tiny, flat brown area of skin that was my "boy nipple." I
had my left hand down in my crotch, rubbing my erection through my shorts
- not really masturbating hard or anything, just a little something to
feel good. Then I glanced over at Mom and saw that she was watching me
play with myself, I blushed, stopped rubbing myself, and just leaned back
and crossed my arms behind my head. "Oh, don't be so silly", she said,
"You think that mothers don't know that it's natural for boys to play
with themselves?" But sitting there and playing with myself in front of
my Mom seemed a little gross so I just watched the movie for a little
more and then went u
p to my room - for some serious jerking off.
It was a couple of days later when Mom handed me a small box. She said
that after she had seen me playing with myself several days ago, somehow
the subject of boys masturbating had come up in one of her conversations
with one of her male friends at work. Did I tell you that she works in
one of the medical labs at the Veterinary College as a technician?
Anyway, he had told her that he had run across this ointment that was
supposed to stimulate the sexual pleasure of masturbation - like, a
little of this ointment "on the right areas" could greatly "increase
sensation." I opened the box and found a container that looked like a
large tube of toothpaste. It had some long chemical name on it that I
didn't understand, and the words "FOR BY VETRINARY USING ONLY" and "IF ON
SKIN IS IMMEDIATE WASHING OFF" - which sounded a little scary. I looked
at Mom and she just shrugged her shoulders and said: "He said it was
safe." I was like: "Uh, yeah, sure. If it's so safe, do you use it?" She
just smiled a little, and reminde
d me that her friend had told her to use just a tiny amount of it, and
then only occasionally, and then she left the room.
I put the tube back in the box and stuck it on the top of my dresser when
I went to bed that night. I didn't think anything about it for a couple
of days and then one night I woke up around 2am and couldn't get back to
sleep. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, I figured
that as long as I couldn't sleep, that I'd try an experiment. I got the
tube of ointment off my dresser, squirted a tiny drop on each nipple,
capped up the tube and put it back on the dresser and went back to bed
where I idly massaged my nipples. For a couple of minutes nothing
happened and I remember thinking: "well, that experiment was a bust",
when all of a sudden I realized that while it always felt good when I
played with my nipples, tonight it was beginning to feel REALLY good.
Pretty soon I was gasping with the sensations radiating from my nipples
as I rubbed them harder and harder, thrashing around in bed from the
pleasure, and then I ejaculated into my pajama bottoms. Exhausted, sweaty
and gasping for breath, I jus
t lay there and soon fell asleep. After that time, almost every night
when I went to bed I'd apply a tiny amount of the ointment to my chest to
enhance the sensations when I masturbated by playing with my nipples.
Since I really didn't know what the stuff was, I was a little nervous
about using it, but I sure did have to admit that it made playing with
myself feel a LOT better. For a couple of weeks I kept anxiously checking
myself over when I took a shower every morning to make sure that there
weren't any side effects - like my dick falling off, or anything - but I
never noticed any changes and eventually assumed that the stuff was safe.
Several months later when the tube was nearly empty, I asked Mom if she
could get some more and a couple of days later she brought home a larger
box with twelve tubes of the ointment in it. So we had a good supply.
That fall when I started my freshman year in high school, things were
really looking up - or maybe saying that they were looking "out" is a
better description. Instead of being with seventh and eighth graders in
middle school, I'm now with ninth through twelfth graders in high school.
Now I know that being a freshman isn't all that great, like you're the
"low man on the totem pole", and all the kids in the higher grades are
bigger than you are, and you have to get out of their way when they're
walking through the halls. But there's one compensation - THE GIRLS HAVE
BIGGER TITS! And you're not looking at them on the sidewalk - you're
walking along with them in the hallways, and you have them in your
classes. Man, I've never looked at so much cleavage in my life. It's all
I can do not to drool as I look at them. And it sure gives me something
to dream about as I lie in bed at night and play with myself.
Right around Christmas, about four months after I'd started using that
"ointment" that Mom brought home, I thought that maybe I'd noticed a
slight change in my nipples. Now the change wasn't major or anything, but
it seemed like they might have become just a little larger or something.
And when I played with them it felt that there was, well, just a little
more there to play with. But it sure felt at least as good as before, and
they really didn't look any different so I didn't worry about it.
Had a date with Cindy Haworth last night. Not really a "date" date as Mom
drove us to the mall and dropped us off. We watched a movie and then went
to the food court for a snack. And then when we were ready to come home I
called Mom and she came and picked us up and dropped Cindy off at her
house. Probably the best part was when we were in the food court and I
was sitting across from Cindy and she had on a tight sweater that did a
good job of showing off her "figure", if you know what I mean, and I was
having fun imagining what was underneath the sweater, and what her
nipples looked like, and what it would be like to be able to hold her
breasts in my hands, and maybe even to suck on her nipples. I guess I
wasn't paying too much attention to our conversation as Cindy had to keep
reminding me that she'd asked me a question that I hadn't answered. And
at one point she giggled a little and said: "You know Danny, it's easier
to talk to you when you talk to my face instead of to my boobies." I
blushed a little and
stopped staring at her chest after that.
I was putting on my bra this past Saturday morning and I just happened to
see the tube of ointment lying on the top of my dresser. That started me
thinking about how good it had felt when I had applied it to my chest
last night as I played with myself in bed. And without really thinking
about it I picked up the tube of ointment and squirted just a little into
each of the cups of my bra. I didn't put any tissue paper into the bra's
cups and as I put on my bra and adjusted it on my chest, I could feel the
greasy ointment spreading over my nipples and I began to feel this warm
and pleasant sensation. For the rest of the morning I kept feeling the
stimulation of the ointment on my nipples. Now, it wasn't as intense as
the feeling when I rubbed the ointment on them as I masturbated - but it
was just a nice, mildly erotic feeling. So since them, whenever I put on
one of my bras I'll usually just put a little of the ointment in the cups
first.
(End of Part 3 - to be continued)
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