Sharons early training
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Sharon's Wednesday free porn video
The bus ride home always felt so much longer on Wednesdays. It was the
anticipation and the excitement that did it and Sharon was filled to the
brim with both. At times she would wonder why she hadn't started to get
bored of this yet, every Wednesday for over a year now, but if anything
she was more and more pleased every time the school rang out on those
extra short days in the middle of the week. Then she'd have a light skip
in her step on the way to the bus stop, no matter what the weather might
be. She tried to not look so obviously excited but it was hard to cover
up the blushing and the flickering smile. Who was going to suspect
anything of this character anyway? The bus slid in - finally - to the
right stop and as always she was the only one to get off here. She
sprinted the last few meters home and could not be eager enough to pry
the door open and rush up to the bedroom on the second floor. The stairs
banged as she ran up them but she steadied herself and calmed down just
before she cautiously opened the door to her parents' bedroom. It was,
naturally, empty and the lights were all turned off. She closed it again,
flicked the light on and opened the drawer situated mere feet away from
the bed her parents shared every night and had done for the past 18
years. She had all the time in the world and she cherished every second
of the unearthing of her father's entire collection of underwear and
socks. Looking down on this treasure trove of delights, she grew an
insatiable appetite and began undoing her black shirt, before sitting
down on the bed to remove her dark grey denim jeans and white underpants.
She hunched over the drawer and took a good long look to consider her
options for the day. A pair of tight black boxers were sitting on the top
of the pile, with a strong stench of lemon, doubtlessly attained from
mum's fabric softener. They had been an early favourite of hers but the
newly washed quality didn't lend itself to her most pressing needs so she
shuffled those aside. She was very careful to record each item's position
before she dug deeper to make sure nothing went too out of place in case
dad got suspicious. Not that she thought he might quiz her about this in
particular, but it was best to keep any questions at bay at all. She
noted the colours, fabrics and sizes as she carefully slid pair after
pair to the side, each time remembering when the first time she had worn
them or seen her father in them. The bright white jockeys were special in
a way no other pair could be. That day she had first seen him in them,
first noticed how his bulge stood out, almost inviting and aggressive at
the same time. The smooth curve of his package was perfectly outlined by
the brightness of his pants. She would come for the first time that
night, thinking about that sight. How that must taste and smell, how good
it must feel to hold it in her hands, stroking the firm yet slightly
spongy contents through those amazing briefs. That was still her dream to
this day but one she knew would never and should never be turned a
reality. But the rational part of one's brain is not always on the job
and dark, dirty thoughts can slip in and take hold of the most primal
parts of a person's mind. Her dad was her dad but she could not bring
herself to stop pining for what he carried between his legs. His smell
and imaginary presence was nearly enough for her at the moment, though,
and just feeling like the fabrics she carefully caressed with her young
fingers had also touched him was a thought so exciting she sometimes felt
light-headed. After some searching she soon struck gold; lying there was
a used pair. Dad was no slob but he was not the cleanliest of types
either and sometimes, rather than having to change pairs everyday he
would sneak a used pair back into the drawer for use another day. This
was the ticket for Sharon as she grabbed the pants and slowly lowered her
head towards them, taking in every particle of scent from them while
doing so. She could almost feel herself throbbing between her legs as the
erotic scent of the light purple briefs filled her being. She pressed
them against her face, practically rubbing the smell into her own soft
skin, sniffing deeply every once in a while to get a powerful kick of
pleasure. She fell backwards on to the bed with a bang and moaned loudly.
Sitting up, she examined the pants further and noticed that she had only
worn these once before, which was rare, and she remember loving them.
These were extra tight and the colour was a washed out purple which she
suspected her dad had not been too fond off. But he had worn them and she
had laid eyes on him quickly. Just a glance when he walked from their
bedroom to the bathroom and she had seen it all. The contour of his
finely rounded butt, the cupping of his testicles as he strode past and
that delicious bulge again. Seeing it sway in front of her, she had to
keep herself from not looking to obviously directly at it. Like looking
at sun, she had told herself. Like looking at the sun. Just a quick
glance, maybe another quick one. Register it on your retina, record it
for further use and then move on.
The pants slid on in one quick motion but were much smaller than the
pairs she usually tried on. They pressed against her hips so she could
only imagine how tight they must feel on dad's. She admired herself in
the mirror and placed a rolled up sock in her crotch area. Her legs were
chubby and looked surprisingly a lot like dad's legs, but then again, he
had an unusually feminine build for a grown man. Minutes passed as she
kept admiring the ball that she imagined was his, rubbing it softly with
sensitive fingers. She watched herself through all angles and felt her
own nethers grow steadily more exciting. Her hand moved from the outside
of the pants and migrated to the inside, finding her clit and she began
rubbing whilst thinking. Her finger tip gliding slowly but firmly on her
button as she closed her eyes and felt his smell on her face every time
she took a deep breath. It was almost ecstasy and she forgot all about
time and place. Her hearing blurred into a filter of noise so much that
missed the ringing of the doorbell through the thick bedroom door. She
completely blanked on the rustling of the keychain and not one note of
the boots climbing the stairs registered in her whirlwind mind. But the
footsteps towards the bedroom where inescapable, and so was the creak of
the door as it opened.
Sharon quickly sprung of the bed, her reflexes now in complete control of
her panicked body. In the door stood her mum who took a second to flick
the light back on before she noticed the scene before her. She yelped
with a noise that spoke of both extreme shock and fear. It took a few
seconds for her to register what she was seeing, but what she saw would
not change as much as she told herself it must. Her daughter stood there,
naked bar a pair of her husband's pants, loosely hanging off her middle
region. Sharon saw her mum's mouth gape open for seconds and could find
one single word to say, so she whimpered, confused and scared. Close to
tears. Her mum put her bag down and brushed some hair out of her face,
her eyes still glazed over in surprise, her face still locked in a
gawping figure of disbelief.
- What in the name of everything are you doing in here?! she exclaimed
after almost a full minute of silence.
- I don't know... whimpered Sharon, still on the verge of crying in fear
and shame.
- What is this, with your father's underwear? What the hell are you
doing?!
- I don't know, I just came in here and thought that... her words failed
her completely. There was nothing to say that would better this
situation. She let her sentence die out.
- Are you doing some kind of fucking sex game in here? Did your brother
put you up to this?
- No, no, it's not like that at all, mum! She realised that this was the
third time she had heard her mum swear and the first time it had been
aimed at her.
- You better come up with something good or I'll tear this house upside
down for an answer!
Sharon couldn't say a thing and started sobbing, hands cupped over her
crotch, feeling more alone and alien than ever. Her whole life felt like
it was swallowing her whole and she had no escape. Never would she leave
this room and this situation, with her mum staring at her like the freak
she probably was. No nightmare was ever this bad.
- If you can't give me an answer... the words broke off as her mum
abruptly set course to Sharon's room and viciously flung the door open.
She began rooting under the bed, through the drawers, all the while
screaming for Sharon to explain. Sharon cried and could never stop
crying, not a word escaping her lips except a hurtful "No!" when her mum
ripped drawer after drawer out. Finally the cluttering noise ceased as
her mum found a photo. It was from a holiday, one they had taken about a
year ago. They were stood by a pool, mum on the left, Sharon in the
middle, her brother next to her and finally their dad to the right. Dad
was joking about and tensed her muscles, making a funny face. The photo
was slightly crumpled and one edge had begun to smear from the cramp-like
grip it had been held in. Her dad's speedo was bright blue, like the sky
reflecting in the water behind them.
Sharon's mum sat on the floor, holding the photo and she too began
crying. For minutes, it seemed. Neither knew what to do, but both
painfully aware that nothing would ever be the same for their family.
After several minutes her mum put the photo in the drawer and carefully
slotted it back in to the desk it had been ripped from.
- You know, your 16th birthday is coming up. I had something to tell you.
Her mum wiped tears away with her sleeve and looked, curiously smiling,
at Sharon.
- It was something about the two of us that you should know but I didn't
want to bog you down with it before you were mature enough. Clearly...
She exhaled deeply.
- Clearly, you're mature enough now.
Sharon stood silent, still trying to find the words.
- ...Okay? she mustered through her wet lips and blushing cheeks.
- We're not like most people, you, me and your brother. We have abilities
most people don't, which is... a curse sometimes. But most of the time,
it's a blessing.
She rose up and hugged her daughter, who, despite her confusion, fiercely
returned the hug. But she could not help but wonder what her mum was
talking about. Abilities? What on earth...
Then she couldn't move. Not one centimetre of any limb on her body would
budge an inch. Not her eyelids, not her mouth, not her fingers. She was
frozen and her mum pulling herself away, smiling with tears still
staining her cheeks. She looked at her.
- I'm sorry you will never be able to use them, sweetie.
Sharon was again filled with fear, but a more potent kind. She tried to
pry her body into shape but could not budge and she soon felt herself
changing. Being moulded by an unseen force into something else. Her mum
swung her finger in front of her face and she could feel her whole body
shrinking, her skin taking on a new texture. She looked down on herself
and saw that she was moving closer to the ground, pressing into her
abdomen. Her arms were similarly retracting into her shoulders and her
torso was slimming down at an alarming rate. Soon she was as thin as a
piece of paper and she realised that she was no longer breathing. Her
legs had almost completely disappeared and she found herself looking
right to the floor when she felt the stiffness reside and she could turn
her head up. Her mother was now smiling again, but it was a different
sort of smile this time. It was laced with pity but satisfaction and she
bent down towards the now impossibly tiny figure Sharon had become and
stroked her on her forehead. Sharon's vision blurred and soon her hearing
followed, but they soon returned and felt radically different. In some
odd way she could see all around her, smell much cleared and hear much
more focused. But she could not feel any eyeballs, nor turn her head. She
was staring up at the ceiling, but saw the floor too, as clear as day.
- I will always love you, Sharon, but this is something I can't let
happen. It's just not okay. I don't want either of us getting hurt, nor
your father or your brother, so for now this has to be the best solution.
I'm sure you'll enjoy it, in your own way.
She picked up Sharon with two fingers and as she was swiftly lifted off
the ground she saw the entire room around her. The mirror did not lie
when it portrayed her as a pair of tight, white men's underpants, held
between her mother's index finger and thumb. She felt a strong feeling in
what used to be her stomach as her mother walked back to her bedroom and
laid Sharon down on the sheets.
- You're young. Kids run away sometimes. It'll hurt, but not as much as
the truth. Someday I might change my mind. I hope I will. I'll miss you,
sweetie.
Mum straightened Sharon out and left the room, leaving Sharon to take in
what had just happened. If she could have, she would have certainly
fainted, but she was more awake and alert than ever. How did she live
without a heart, see without eyes or survive without breathe? Every
thought passed as quickly as it came, replacing another panicked question
of her new situation. She saw the still open drawer and thought about
what could have been if she had heard the door, or said something. If she
hadn't been this way she wouldn't have ended up... this way. She thought
about those briefs, boxers and speedos and thought if they were the same
as her. If they could not move, but see, smell and hear like she could.
Was that insane? How could it be madder than this, anyway? She laid there
for hours, motionless, staring, pondering. A new life ahead of her, and
she felt regret, shame and fear over what was to become of her now. She
then heard the doorbell again.
Max kissed his wife as she opened the door for him, before putting his
bag down on the floor and kicking off his shoes. He was tired but very
glad to be home after another long Wednesday.
- How was your day, babe? he asked while ascending the stairs.
- Oh lord, tiring as usual. But at least I got to leave work early so I
got home and cleaned up a bit.
- Oh, thank you so much. You're not so bad sometimes. he said with a
smirk as his wife turned around and gave him a light slap on the
shoulder.
- Anyway, where are the kids?
- Mark's off at some friend's house, they were watching some movies or
something. I don't know about Sharon, though. But she's a grown girl,
she'll phone us soon. Oh, by the way, I got you some new underwear if you
need any.
He looked at the white pair his wife held in front of him and grabbed
them, excitedly.
- Actually, I do! Thank you so much. he said with a kiss on her cheek. He
was always running out of underwear, so this was perfect.
- I need to get changed anyway - I'm desperate for a shower. Thanks
again.
Sharon felt a tingle all over her new body as her dad grabbed her and
carried her into the bathroom. That sensation stuck around as he put her
on top of a pile made up of the rest of his clothes. Every inch of his
body was presented to her from the best possible view and she could not
tear her sight away from it - even if she had wanted to. He leaned over
to brush his teeth and his penis dangled under the sink, touching it
slightly when he made a quick movement. His butt was framed by the stark
halogen lighting and she felt her whole being shiver with pleasure when
he got into the shower and started caressing every inch of himself.
Sharon had no internal organs anymore so she wasn't sure how it happened,
but the sensation was as impossible to ignore as it was to explain, but
she came. Intensively and furiously, she felt like was locked in a spasm
of pure sexual eruption as her dad stroked the length of his well-shaped
penis, washing it carefully. The pleasure did not give way but felt
constant, with every move he made and every new angle she gazed upon him
from. It was more powerful than anything she had ever felt and she could
not believe how strong and persistent it was. Motionless, she wanted to
cry out, scream to him, allow him to feel her. One part of her wanted to
make the intensity stop, it was getting too much, but nothing would cool
her down. This continued uninterrupted until he exited the shower, wiped
himself clean and grabbed Sharon by the nylon and began pulling her over
him. The left leg first, then the right one. He slowly edged her over his
smooth legs so she could feel every inch of their almost hairless glory.
And then he pulled them over his groin, letting the elastic snap into
place over his waist, his penis and balls being held in place by the soft
fabric of his own offspring. He had no idea, but Sharon could have no
other idea. She was pressed firmly against every millimetre of her dad's
cock and testicles, butt and hips. The skin against her fabric,
constantly pulsing from the blood coursing underneath, constantly moving
and scraping against her soft body. The orgasm came back and impossibly
it was more intense than last time. So much so that she felt like she
couldn't think anymore, her whole being turning into a lust-filled
entity, in a vacuum separated from the rest of the world. His bell end
pressed against her, rubbed against her, as was his amazing balls. All
she had dreamed of was realised and she could feel nothing else in the
world apart from this. She knew she was essentially doomed, that this
would probably never end. Passing thoughts about her life, her friends
and what would become of her in the future were slipping through her
riddled mind. Right now, that was unimportant as he sat down on the bed
so she sank into his butt cheeks. She moaned inside her head. All in all,
today worked out great.
Should it be continued?
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