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My Mom's Best Friend's Wedding: Part One free porn video
"Oh but am I ever gonna hear
My wedding bells?
I was the one came runnin'
When you were lonely"
"No! Please, Mom the answer is still NO. I can't! I won't!" Dan
complained. It seemed to fall on deaf ears; he had been saying 'no' for
the past 3 hours.
Dan's mother was persistent, though. She was known for her loyalty and,
dammit, Julie Crane wasn't about to let anyone down now, especially
Kristen. "Aunt" Kristen, as she was known to Dan, was Julie's best friend
since 5th grade when they shared detention together. They weren't
particularly "bad" girls back then; they just had the misfortune of being
at the wrong place at the wrong time. In this case the wrong place being
in the same vicinity as Phil Robinson practicing his graffiti skills on
the school blacktop. They were inseparable ever since.
"Listen Daniel James, I understand what you must be thinking. But it
won't be that bad, and Aunt Kristen is in a real bind," Julie explained.
She was getting tired of having to ask, and Dan began to recognize that
all was futile; soon he would be told, not asked. Why was it important
to refer to him as "Daniel James" whenever she was getting upset, he
thought. Did she think he forgot his own name?
"Mom, you know I would do anything for Aunt Kristen. But this is just...I
dunno, this is like, EXTREME! I mean...like..." His voice trailed off; he
was at a loss.
"I know, I know. But I promise you, it won't be that big a deal. I'll
help you. Aunt Kristen will help you. She wouldn't have suggested it
unless she was desperate, and honey, she's pretty desperate right now."
She was desperate all right. Kristen was to be married in three days, and
the wedding consumed everyone involved. Kristen had envisioned her
wedding since she was five years old; the church, where the pictures
would be taken, the color scheme, the groom's underwear, you name it.
Everything was planned and everything had to be perfect. And through some
miracle it was indeed coming together just as she dreamt. Until today,
when Katelyn's mom phoned Kristen to report that Katelyn's appendix came
close to bursting the night before and she was currently in recovery.
Katelyn was Kristen's flower girl; she was a very pretty eight-year old
with long auburn hair, apple-cheeks and dimples that could melt your
heart. The perfect girl for Kristen's perfect day, presently melting
hearts at St. Cecilia Hospital.
Needless to say, the news rocked Kristen's world. A few valiums and
frantic phone calls later she settled on a last resort. "Jules, you are
my only hope. What am I supposed to do? The only little girls I knew were
Katelyn and Sharon's daughter; and Sharon is in Europe with little
what's-her-name. You have to please, please ask him. I NEED a flower
girl. ALL weddings need a flower girl; who's gonna toss the flowers for
us to walk on? Who's gonna walk down the aisle for everyone to go "awwww"
when they see her? He just has to do it. Please Jules, I'll owe you both
forever! Your boy is cute, he can do it! Please, please, please!"
Now Dan continued his protests. "I'll never fool anyone! Why can't Aunt
Kristen just hire someone, like a model or something? There's a bunch of
girls at my school that would do it for like fifty bucks!"
"Now you're being ridiculous."
"I'M being ridiculous? What about Sloan? She would be perfect!"
"You know she's in Europe with her mother; she'll never be back in time,"
Julie replied. There was nothing Daniel could say that would change her
mind. She paused for a few minutes, inspecting his face for a sign that
he was wearing down. He was close.
"You know, Aunt Kristen said that she would owe us. I'm fairly certain
that if you did her this favor that she would get you that game system
you wanted." Her tone was almost playful. She knew she had him.
'Arrghhh', thought Dan. She got him. He wanted the Atari more than
anything in the world. Space Invaders....Asteroids.... Damn! Would it be
that bad to spend just one day in a dress for hours of video bliss? He
wasn't ever entirely opposed to the idea in the first place, but he
couldn't let on to Mom that there was any possibility of being curious of
ever wanting to put on a dress.
"Can I think about it for a few minutes?"
"Sure, hon. But please let me know soon so I can tell Aunt Kristen." She
wouldn't push it; this part was over.
"I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!"
Julie woke Dan up for school in the usual manner; the shades zipped up
with a snap so that the southern exposure sunlight penetrated his
eyelids, interrupting whatever pleasant thoughts he might have been
dreaming. "Let's go, honey-bunny!" she sing-songed as she gracefully
maneuvered around the minefields of piled clothes. What the hell got into
her this morning? Christ, it was like living with Snow White or
something. He half-expected woodland creatures to gather at her feet.
"I'm up, I'm up..." Dan mumbled. He was wiping the sleep from his eyes
when he caught a glance at something at the foot of his bed. It was a
pair of girls' panties. White panties with a lace waistband. Was that a
bra too? "What's this? I thought the wedding was on Saturday?"
"It is," she explained. "But you need to get used to wearing this stuff.
It'll make you feel more feminine and you'll be ready for the wedding
day."
"Uh huh..."
He picked up the panties. They were soft, probably silk? Was he really
ready for this? Ready or not he had no choice; he gave in last night, and
any protest would ruin his chances of getting that Atari. He tossed them
back on the bed and walked to the bathroom to get ready for school.
"That's my Danny-boy," Julie cooed as she left his room to fix breakfast.
Deep down, he didn't think it was going to be a big deal, but he was
still nervous. He and Mom got along pretty well; they only had each other
since Dad left when he was little. As a matter of fact she was cool, for
a mom. His friends loved her, and frequently commented how 'hot' she was.
With her shoulder length blonde hair feathered back and slender figure,
Julie tried harder than the other moms, and it showed.
Dan inspected the panties as if they were a strange, forbidden object. Oh
well, he thought, might as well get it over with. He slid out of his
Fruit of the Looms - "tighty whities" as his friend Sean called them -
and stepped into the panties. Adjusting the waistband he was struck by
how soft and cool they felt. The head of his penis tingled and his balls
stirred inside this silky cocoon. It felt absolutely wonderful. He gently
glided his finger over the length of his shaft, finding his way between
his legs where he softly ran all fingers around to feel his bulge.
He picked up the matching bra and slipped his arms through the wide
straps. Fastening the back was another thing altogether. He tried
diligently for at least five minutes; almost but not quite getting the
hook in the latch. How do girls do this everyday, he asked himself. It
was no use.
"Mom?" he shouted. "Can you come up here a second?"
His mother appeared at his door a minute later. "What is it hon?"
She noticed what "it" was quickly. She should have known he would need
help, the poor kid. "Oh God, I'm so sorry! Com'ere and let me get that
for you."
Dan caught himself in the mirror to witness something he would recall
with fondness many years later: his nine-year-old self standing in his
bedroom in white panties with his mother behind him fastening his first
bra.
His mom turned him around to take a look at him. "I think you're going to
be all right. You look great."
Dan smiled and blushed as she left him to get the rest of his clothes on.
He locked his door and returned to his mirror to admire himself some
more. He placed both hands over his chest, feeling the silky fabric and
pretending he had real boobs. He circled his index fingers around his
nipples, making them hard and erect. Now his right hand found the rod
that was growing in the panties, still watching himself in the mirror.
"I'm a girl," he was thinking to himself, "I think I like being a
girl..."
He thrust his hand into the panties and grabbed his thin penis and began
stroking it furiously; giving an extra little feel to the underside at
the tip. Dan started to imagine himself in different outfits: as a
cheerleader in a little pleated skirt and blue sweater...then wearing a
yellow petticoat dress with ankle socks and mary janes...he imagined
wearing some of his mom's clothes that he loved to see her in, like the
pink bow blouse, with a gray skirt and heels; or the satin floral print
dress.
His breathing was heavy and he stroked faster, worried that his mom was
going to ask him to come downstairs any minute. Dan could feel the silky
panties graze his balls as they swayed in rhythm with the fluid motions
of his hand curling back and forth around his penis. His friends bragged
about jerking off, something he was never quite comfortable to join them
in, and he never went this far in his earlier attempts. His hand was
making passionate love to his smooth cock. The sight of this could no
longer contain his excitement; he took a deep breath - and held it - then
he exhaled and released in short bursts that sent his hot cum forward to
be caught by his own mirror image. This was awesome, he thought. The
stroking eased as his penis continued to pulse and drip through his
fingers, until it was soft again.
The genie was uncorked; there was no going back now. Not that he wanted
to. He would remember the feeling the rest of the day at school as he
enjoyed every movement that allowed his penis to rub into the tight
panties. It was ecstasy; it was better than anything he could imagine. It
would only get better on Saturday, he thought.
"I wanna daydream, something borrowed, something blue..."
It was 4 o'clock and Julie was waiting for Dan when he stepped off the
bus. "Hey hun, how was the day?"
"Pretty good." He replied, rather matter-of-factly. He wasn't about to
share what he was really feeling. "Where are we going?"
"You've had a day to get used to the girls' underwear, so I thought we
would do a little shopping. We only have two days left before the wedding
and I wanted to have you practice a little. I don't really have anything
that fits you, so I wanted to pick up a skirt or something. That's OK,
isn't it?"
"Ummm...I guess? Yeah, sure. I don't want Aunt Kristen to have to worry."
"You're the best. It'll be just something to wear around the house right
now. I need to show you how to sit, walk...all that stuff."
Dan barely listened to his mom and nodded as she proceeded to go on about
the bridesmaid's gowns. They stopped at a traffic light and he watched a
group of girls cross in front of them. He turned back to his thoughts and
smiled.
To be continued...
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