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Mommy's Maid of Honor, Part II
By Sandy Brown
I sent Mother a text and told her I would be arriving home at around 3.
I don't know why I rang the doorbell instead of using my key, but after
having been gone for a year, it somehow seemed the right thing to do.
Mother answered the door, looking radiant, beautiful, and happy to see
me. It looked as if she had spent the whole day putting herself
together. Everything about her look was flawless. The cute coeds at my
college had nothing on my elegant, glamorous mother. I preferred her
look any day.
She was wearing a white lace crocheted dress with a hem about six inches
above her knee, and tan slingback Ferragamo pumps. She must have
recently been to her colorist, because her lustrous hair was a bit
blonder than I remembered, with what seemed like many golden shades.
Her nails were long, manicured and painted a pretty raspberry. She was
wearing big, flirty hoop earrings. Her makeup, as always, was
impeccable. Mother still had great skin, so especially in the daytime,
and in summer, she simply used a tinted moisturizer rather than
foundation. In another nod to summer, her lipstick was somewhat pale
and sheer (although I did detect a lightly, expertly applied lip liner.)
But even though it was daytime, and nearly summer, she still had her
eyes completely done, with mascara, liner and shadow. The look was
dramatic and arresting, but because she was beautiful and the makeup was
expertly applied, she could get away with it.
I knew without asking, and without her telling me, that everything was
for me, a 'coming-home' present, if you will. Of course, there was also
an element of seduction. I had been away from Mother for nearly a year,
on my own, with pretty young college girls, and Mother wanted to reclaim
her sissy son. Was this fair, given the fact that she was going to be
married? No. But I was not about to object. I reveled in her beauty
and femininity. And I participated vicariously. If I couldn't look
like that (could I?) Mother could look like that for both of us...
Speaking of how I looked, Mother commented happily that it looked like I
had not grown any more masculine looking in the time I had been away. I
had a slight build, and virtually no facial hair, and mother was pleased
to see that that had not changed. I had never been to a specialist (why
bother if I was not concerned about my lack of masculine physical
characteristics?) but it seemed that I had a male hormone deficiency.
When I was very young, I had a hernia, and an undescended testicle, and
I suspected that I was only producing half the amount of male hormones
of a normal boy.
Anyway, Mother enveloped my in her arms, as if I were a long lost lover.
Any reserve I had planned on showing, any demonstration of my new-found
independence, melted quickly away. Right there, in the doorway, I had
an epiphany: I was still a little sissy boy in love with his Mommy.
Right then and there, I decided to stop fighting it.
As I stood there in her embrace, with her stroking my hair, she said,
"Oh I missed my baby so much!"
I quietly replied, "I missed you too, Mommie. You look as beautiful as
ever."
Mother loved being flattered. Her face brightened, she pulled away from
me, did a little pirouette and said, "You like? I picked it out
especially for you!"
I made a little pouty face and said, "Not for Janie?"
Mother came back to me, and hugging me again said, "Oh, Honey, don't
spoil things. I told you, you are my first love. But I cannot be
alone, Darling. You know Mommie needs someone to adore her, even when
you are off with your college girls. Anyway, enough of that. Tonight
it's just you and me."
We had a light supper, and then the fun began. It was clear that Mother
had plans for me. After dinner she said, "Honey, I'll bet in your dorm
room they just have showers, not bath tubs, right?"
Yes, I said, that was true. "So, it has probably been ages since you
have had a bath. Why don't I get one ready for you. There is nothing
more relaxing than a nice warm bubble bath. What do you say?"
I said, "That sounds nice, Mommie."
She smiled and went off to her large master bathroom, which had a
jacuzzi size tub in it.
A few minutes later she called to me and told me it was ready.
I saw that hanging on the door to the bathroom was a large, fluffy pink
towel, and a short silky flowered robe. I guessed that those were my
post-bath dressing choices. Mother left the bathroom and I undressed,
and slipped into the tub. Oh, my, it felt sooo good.
A few minutes later, as I was luxuriating in the bath, there was a knock
on the door. Mother peaked her head in and said, "Are you decent?"
I giggled and said, "Better than decent!"
She entered. She said, "I thought you might want a little help with
washing your hair. You're not too old to have Mommie help you in the
bath, are you?"
I playfully blew some bubble bath bubbles at her and said, "Nope. As
long as what happens in Vegas still stays in Vegas."
Mother smiled at my reference to her old saying. "Absolutely," she
said.
I lay there in the tub, drowsy, almost in a dream-like state, as Mother
shampooed my head, and then rinsed it with warm water from the bath. I
felt my boy part grow semi-hard, but it was mostly out of sight beneath
the bubbles. I hadn't had someone pamper me like this since, well,
since I had left home, and I had forgotten how good it felt. Mother
grabbed a big loofah and started scrubbing my back. Mmmm... Mother
talked to me in a gentle, sing-songy voice. "So, have you had the
chance to wear any makeup since you've been gone?"
I shook my head. She said, "How about the mascara I sent you?"
I said, "I tried it on the day I got it. It was really sweet of you to
send it. But I was really afraid that someone would notice, so I just
kept it with my other toilet stuff after that. It was like my good luck
charm!"
Mother said, "Well, I was shopping this morning. I couldn't resist
running to Bloomie's and looking for some new makeup. I thought it
might be fun for us to have a little makeup party to celebrate your
return. Would you like that?"
I was a little shy, and did not answer right away. I was helpless in
the water, and Mother started kissing me on my neck and nibbling on my
ears and saying, "Oh, has my little girl gotten shy while she was away?
Let's get you out of this tub and have some fun. You know you want to!"
Mother's vanity was in the same room as the tub, so she left while I got
out of the tub. I was glad to see that she thought I should have at
least some modesty! I dried myself with the towel and then put on her
short robe. Mother's makeup was still pretty done from the afternoon,
so I wondered what her plan was. She came back in and said, "OK, lesson
number one, I will show you how to go from daytime to nighttime. "
And with that, Mother applied some foundation and blush to her cheeks.
She wiped away her pale sheer lipstick and did her lips with a matte
lipstick, used a lighter color for a pouty center, then a lip liner, and
then finally a gloss. She took out her mascara and reapplied, making
her lashes even longer and thicker. It did not take long but the
transformation was very noticeable. She looked even more glamorous!
She got up from the chair at her vanity and said, "OK, your turn!"
Without saying a word, I sat down, and she began to transform my face.
The feeling of Mother putting makeup on me was almost as sensual as
having her wash my hair. I was luxuriating in all of this femininity.
I had been starved for it, and now I was soaking it in.
Finally, Mother had me look in her makeup mirror. It was an amazing,
almost shocking transformation. She had done my makeup exactly like
hers. I looked like I was her younger sister! At this point, any
resistance I might have had was at zero. I really thought Mother could
have asked anything of me (not that I was expecting her to) and I would
have complied.
It turns out that she did have a request, and I was not prepared for it.
She was standing behind me, lightly stroking my neck, my hair, my ears,
which had always been a sensitive spot for me.
Mother stopped stroking my ear and started nibbling on it. I was
getting very aroused. I was sitting at her vanity, and she was behind
me, and I was hoping that she could not see what was happening. I
moaned a little and said, "Mommie, please." I meant, "Please stop," but
I could not bring myself to say it.
Mother started whispering in my ear. "She said, "I have a special favor
to ask you, Baby."
I just kind of moaned in response and said, "Ok, Mommie."
She said, "Honey, I want you to be in my wedding."
I drowsily said, "Of course I'll be in your wedding."
And Mother said, "Honey, Janie is supposed to be the most important
person in my life, but our secret is that you know you are. SO, I want
to feel like you are really in the wedding too."
Not knowing where she was going with this, I said, "OK, Mommie."
And then she let the other shoe drop. She said, "Honey, I want you to
be my Maid of Honor."
I said, "Oh I have heard of that. I will be your "Man of Honor" just
like a Maid of Honor, but like a Best Man. Of course I will be your Man
of Honor."
Mother managed to pull the chair away from the vanity, sliding it on the
marble floor. And then she came around the other side of it, so that
she was now not behind me, but facing me. And she said, "No, Sweetie,
that's not exactly it. I want you to be my Maid of Honor."
And then, she basically mounted me. She sat on top of my legs, with her
legs straddling my waist, so that she was facing me. Any hope I had had
of hiding my boy part was certainly extinguished, since she was now
basically sitting on it. With her straddling me from the front, and the
chair back in back of me, I was basically captive. She said, "Mommie
wants you to be her Maid of Honor. She wants you to wear a pretty
dress, just like the bridesmaids. In fact, I picked out a bridesmaid
dress especially with you in mind. You will go with them to get your
fittings. You will go with them when they get their nails done, and
their hair done, and their makeup done. And you will be prettier than
any of them." Then she paused for a moment and said, "No, you will not
go with them to get your makeup done. You will go with me when I get
mine done, because I want our makeup to be identical, just like it is
now. Oh, Honey, it is going to be so much fun! You will feel so
glamorous! It will almost be like you are the bride!"
I was in a state of complete arousal (as Mother had clearly planned)
but also in a state of shock. What happened to "What happens in Vegas
stays in Vegas?" Mother wanted me to be publicly dressed as a woman, at
her wedding no less?
I said, "Mommie, that's crazy! You can't be serious!"
But I knew she was. I said, "That has always been our secret! What
would people think?"
And Mother said, "I am marrying a woman. Virtually all of the guests
will be woman. Everyone would be thrilled to see you in a Bridesmaid's
dress"
This was crazy. There was no way. The only person in the world who had
ever seen me like that had been Mother. There was no way I was going to
stand up in a room full of people wearing a dress, even if most of them
were lesbians. I told her I could not do it. But Mother had me right
where she wanted me, literally. She was sitting astride me. I was
fully made up, looking just like her. She knew I was aroused, both by
my makeup and by her body sitting on top of mine. She could feel my
rock hard boy part beneath her. She was determined to get me to say
yes.
She shifted a little, almost rocking on top of me. Oh, my. I was 18
now, an adult, but she was still me mother, and this was way over the
line. And yet I felt powerless to resist. Mother was gently,
rhythmically grinding her pelvis into me. She said, "Say yes."
I said "No, Mommie. I can't. I want to make you happy but I can't do
that."
Then she leaned forward, and stated kissing me, just like she had done
in my fantasy where she interrupted my Spanish teacher. But that was a
fantasy, and this was real. A deep, passionate kiss. The kisses of a
lover. I could taste her lipstick mingling with mine. She leaned back
an inch and whispered, "Say yes."
I was both incredibly aroused and horrified. I knew this was wrong, but
I was overwhelmed with a feeling of pure pleasure. As Mother rocked
back and forth on top of me, I felt like I was about to come. Somehow, I
knew that would be horrible. Just like when I had my nightly fantasies
and felt guilty afterwards, I knew that if I actually came because of
Mother, I would be filled with self-loathing. But, I was about to do
just that. The only alternative was to agree to her demand. So I did.
I quietly groaned, "OK, Mommie."
Her face immediately broke into a smile. Not only was she going to he
get her way, having her son revealed to the world as a sissy, but she
had gotten her way by asserting her sexual power over me. She leaned
into me, pressing her whole body against mine and kissed me again.
If I was agreeing to the humiliation of appearing in public in a dress,
in order to avoid the shame of having an orgasm caused by my mother,
that was a trade I made a moment too late. Because as she leaned her
body into mine, with almost full body contact, my whole body shuddered,
and I felt my release.
As I feared, I was instantly overcome with feelings of guilt. But
Mother just held me tight and said, "There, there. That's ok, Honey.
Mommie is going to take care of everything."
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