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A Farm Story - Part 8 - Dinner With Jack free porn video
Men! So Jack just called me, like after a week of waiting around the
phone. I mean, I still see him in school and all. But he's been kind of
avoiding me. I know he hangs out with Tammy a whole lot more, which of
course is making me jealous, except I gave him permission.
Now Jack calls me out of the blue and tells me he wants to see me. Like I
wonder what that means. He's going to pick me up. Mother has been watching
over me lately. I think she feels kind of sorry for me, because things
seemed to be working out okay with Jack, but then he starts dating Tammy.
I know, I talked with Mother about it, and she told me to talk with Jack,
which I did, but that turned more into a blow job session than a serious
conversation. I don't want him to be sexually conflicted, but I also enjoy
the relationship with him.
So when Jack called, and Mother knows he did, she comes in and asks me
right away what I'm wearing. I'm normally in one of my gingham dresses
when I come home from school. I told her I thought I looked okay. "No
way!" she says and starts again going through my closet. "This is serious
business!" she informs me. Like it's my entire fault that Jack started
dating a real girl.
She pulls out one of my prettier, more seductive dresses that I've worn to
church a few times, and grabs some hose instead of tights. "You need to
start growing up a little," she tells me. She knows how concerned I am
about the prom. There is no way in the world a boy would invite me out to
the prom, knowing the situation I'm in. I'm not sure what Jack's mother
wants, but apparently, Mother wants me to attend the prom with Jack and
there will be no Tammy involved. I'm not sure how I feel because I don't
want him to be homo but I want him to be attracted to me.
Mother started digging through my panty drawer. She lifted up my skirt and
saw I was wearing something pretty, but not that sexy. What the heck! I
never thought of Mother worried that my panties weren't sexy enough for
Jack. I guess she knows a whole lot more about my relationship with him
than I'd imagined. I mean, I didn't spell it out that we slept together on
our trip to Chicago, but apparently she and Jack's mother have been
talking and she seemed to know a lot more than I'd led her to believe.
So I quickly undressed, replaces my bra and panties with the more
seductive lingerie Mother had selected. Mother ran to my bathroom and
grabbed some of my sweet smelling perfume and spritzed my panties and bra,
my neck, behind my knees? "Mother, Jack isn't going to be sniffing around
my knees!" I informed her. I realized I hadn't said he'd be sniffing
around my panties or bra, but I'd let that go. She suggested I not wear a
slip or camisole and just helped me with dress. If you looked hard enough,
you'd be able to see my intimates beneath the dress material, but I think
that's what Mother intended. The doorbell rang. Father or one of the boys
greeted Jack at the door. Mother yelled down the stairs that I'd be there
in a moment.
She helped me with my makeup and smacked me on the bottom as I headed out
the door. "Go get him, girl!"
I'd never heard Mother talk like that before. This had now become a
competition between Tammy and I. Who was going to go to the prom with
Jack.
Father watched as I walked down the stairs. He stared for a moment, then
just shook his head and walked toward the kitchen. I heard one of my
brothers give a whistle, but probably regretted it afterwards as I was a
brother and not a sister, but oh well. I let that soak in for a moment.
I'm sure Jack enjoyed the vision as I walked down the stairs. He called
me. I kept wondering if Tammy was over with, or what?
"Wow," he said. "You look marvelous." I'm so glad Mother helped me to pick
out something a little more appropriate. I was about to walk out with Jack
when Mother mentioned I'd forgotten my purse. I actually did. The girls at
school all carried purses. Not those really large ones, but just something
appropriate to carry makeup, a pocket purse for credit cards and cash, and
some feminine hygiene stuff. Mother winked at me because I think she'd put
some other kinds of protection in there just in case.
Jack again treated me like a lady, opening the doors and all. I had no
idea where he was taking me. All I can remember of the call was he wanted
to take me out on a date. I don't think I asked anything more because I
was in shock that he even called. He opened the truck door and helped me
to climb in. I didn't even mind when I felt his hand on my bum. I'd swear
he was rubbing on my butt for what seemed a long time. I hoped Father or
one of the boys wasn't watching. I have to admit I liked his hand on my
butt. I don't know about real girls but I could feel him running his hand
along my panty line and just caressing the roundness of my bottom. Isn't
it funny what a girl notices when a guy puts his hand on her.
He closed my door and walked around to his side. I pulled the sun shade
down and started checking my lipstick. Isn't it funny, but after a few
months of girl pretending, it becomes almost natural to worry about things
like that. I honestly was hoping that he'd want me to suck on him some
more because I really wanted to do that. I wondered if Tammy did that for
him, and if she wanted to as badly as I did.
He hoped in, and conveniently didn't put on his seatbelt. I don't know why
I was happy about that except I could unbuckle and unzip him a lot easier.
I don't think we were even out of the driveway yet and I'd already had him
unzipped. I'd slid over right when he started driving, cuddled for a
moment and kissed him on his neck, then started unzipping right away.
"My gosh, I'm turning into a slut," I whispered to him. He just lifted his
arm and hugged me closer, allowing me to move toward giving him pleasure.
His cock popped out like really fast, so apparently Mother selected the
right outfit. I let him lift my dress a little so he feel my pantyhose and
even go high enough to see want panties I was wearing. "Jack!" I
protested, but hardly fighting him at all.
I was leaning over him sucking on his member with all my might. My dress
was pulled up so he could rub on my pantied ass and hose. That is a really
sexy feeling for you boys out there reading this. A girl loves the feeling
of her panties and hose being rubbed on. Especially on the meaty part of
the ass. And of course, a real girl likes a boy to play around her
clitoris. I'm still uncomfortable with Jack playing with my penis, small
that it is, I just don't want him thinking homosexual thoughts so I try to
keep him interested on my rear while I try and suck him dry. Needless to
say, that wasn't hard and Jack came like a lumberjack who hadn't seen a
woman in months. This had me confused. Apparently either Tammy wasn't
doing her job, Jack wasn't jacking off, or maybe he's just seeing me for
the sexual stuff and Tammy for the emotional 'boyfriend/girlfriend' thing.
Hmmm? I was going to ask him.
He pulled over to our regular spot and we spent a good 30 minutes on
necking. He really is a good kisser. I wanted to ask him if it bothered
him kissing me after I'd just swallowed all his jism, thinking that he'd
taste his own semen. He said he didn't think anything of it, because if I
enjoyed it so much, than it must be okay. I don't think he was thinking of
the gay part of that, but wasn't going to pursue the matter.
After a bit, he told me we were going to go to his house for dinner. Just
me, him, and his mom. OMG! I almost screamed. I mussed my lipstick and
looked terrible after all that kissing and necking, and now he was going
to take me to his house for dinner. I grabbed my purse and flipped the sun
screen down, started fixing my makeup as quickly as possible. I got out of
the truck and fixed my panties and hose. In front of Jack, but I didn't
care. He'd already seen what I was wearing while rubbing his paws all over
my silky drawers. After checking myself like about five times and
breathing in and out, I started thinking this was a good thing. Why would
Jack want to take me to his house to have dinner? Too much to think about.
We drove to Jack's house and my plan was to get right into the bathroom so
I would have some good light and few minutes to brush my teeth and make
sure I was presentable to Jack's mom. I can just imagine trying to talk
with her after I'd just given her son a blow-job. I wondered if my breath
smelled like semen. I dug through my purse but didn't find any breath
mints. I was going to remind Mother that was something I needed. You know,
as a boy I always wondered what the mysterious stuff was that girls
carried in their purses, but now, that extra pair of pantyhose, or the lip
gloss, eye shadow and brushes, even tampons and liners makes oh so much
sense to me. A mystery solved. I liked that.
Jack's mom greeted us at the truck. She was outside bringing in some
laundry when we pulled up. She called me over to help as Jack helped me
out of the truck. Damn! I wanted to go brush my teeth. Jack just headed
into the house as I walked over to the clothes line and started helping to
fold some dresses and towels. It was like so natural to assume the duty of
daughter, even with Miss Johnson. "You don't mind?" she asked. "Of course
not. I'm happy to help."
"I wanted to talk to you privately before we sit down to dinner, dear."
She started. Oh great! Not a good way to start a conversation, I'd think.
"Well, you know that Jack has been seeing Tammy lately, but I'm afraid
that's not going well."
"Oh, really!" My heart started pumping faster and I'm sure missed a few
beats. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked, feigning concern.
"He's not comfortable around her. I mean, when he comes home from a date
with you, he's more relaxed and comfortable. With Tammy, he gets nervous
when she calls, he gets nervous when he's going on a date with her, like
he can't figure out what to wear, and all that. It's hard to put a finger
on, but I thought I'd ask what you and him do on your dates that makes him
more relaxed?"
"Miss Johnson," I started but she told me to call her Carol. I told her I
felt uncomfortable about that but I'd try to remember. "I don't want Jack
to be comfortable on his dates with Tammy! I want him to date me!"
"Oh, dear!" she started. "And Tammy likes him so."
"And you don't think I'm sitting by my phone waiting for him to call and
ask me out?"
"But you're a boy!" she replied. Well, thank you for updating me on that
fact! "Miss Johnson, you and Mother are the ones that wanted me to go out
with Jack in the first place, because you thought he might be gay and you
wanted him to experience dating a girl, at least, as close to one as you
could get to. Look at me, Miss Johnson. I'm wearing some of the cutest
undies a girl would ever dream of wearing. I'm wearing pantyhose and a
dress. Do these shoes look like anything a boy would wear? Yes, there is a
little, and I mean very little problem, between my legs, but I can assure
you, Miss Johnson, Carol, that I am as much, if not more of a girl than
most of the girls at my school. I love the things Mother and I have been
doing together as a mother and daughter should. I enjoy the quilting club,
and spending all my time with the girls at school. I may have what some
consider a penis inside my panties, Miss Johnson, but I assure you, Jack
thinks of me as a young woman and I want him to continue to do so.
She looked at me for a moment, nodded her head, and we continued taking
clothes of the line. I even went specifically to her undies to show her I
wasn't afraid of touching them. Would a real boy volunteer to remove a
woman's underthings from the clothesline? Of course not. She didn't say
anything as I removed one of her bras. "You really shouldn't dry pretty
bras like this in the sun, Carol. It'll damage the elastic."
We finished with the clothes quickly enough and started walking toward the
door. Jack was standing there watching us. I'm sure he didn't hear what we
were talking about as he was too far away, but he did look like he was
wondering what we'd been talking about. He opened the door for us and
Carol and I walked through. We went right to the kitchen. She handed me an
apron, a pretty one, I might add. Jack took the laundry basket to the
laundry room while Carol and I worked on dinner. You'd think if Jack was
going to invite me out to dinner, he'd have taken me to a nice restaurant.
I still wasn't sure if this was a good idea, eating dinner with Jack and
Miss Johnson.
Dinner was nice. I mean, I felt good about helping, and wearing that apron
in front of Miss Johnson maybe made her feel that I was more a girl than
she really thought. I didn't how to think about this, other than it was a
little awkward. I helped with the dishes, feeling a bit over dressed, but
the apron protected my pretty dress. I borrowed a pair of Carol's flats to
make it easier to walk around in the kitchen. She asked if Jack didn't
tell me I was eating dinner at her house, but I explained I didn't hear
where he was taking me. Anyways, after dinner Jack and I walked out to the
yard and sat on a bench away from the house for a little chat.
"So what did you two talk about?" He started right away. How the heck was
I going to ask him why he was still going out with Tammy if he was so
uncomfortable about it. And why was he going out with me and why would he
let me believe I was his 'number one girlfriend' since I was the one
enjoying his sexuality. This was confusing as Tammy made it clear that she
knew he was well endowed. I mad the assumption that she know by giving him
blow jobs. But then it occurred to me. He, or she, was letting me give him
head while she was enjoying the real sex. He told me he got to look at her
face when they were having sex. WELL, THAT LITTLE BITCH! I screamed that
in my head! This boy girl relations crap is really messed up! Here I went
and put on some of my sexiest undies, and satisfied him with a really good
blow job and then he probably goes and has sex with her. Now I really was
curious. Who was he going to invite to the prom. I think we all know that
sex is kind of assumed on Prom night. Here I was thinking maybe we'd spend
a romantic night in a hotel, him making love to me but he was probably
going to take her because he could look at her in the face. What was I?
Just the slutty girl that enjoyed sucking on his dick? Breath in - Breath
out.
Mother asked for help around the house. Father didn't need my help on the
farm. It was more appropriate for me to dress like a girl as I was doing
girl work. I was invited to the quilting club and the women there accepted
me as the daughter that Mother wanted. The girls at school fell into that
little deception as well. One of the girls kissed me at church with heavy
lipstick and Mother liked seeing me in lipstick, and the rest of the
clothes just kind of made since. And because I was dressing more like a
girl, and it was even accepted at school, Mother redesigned my room which
gave me a little more privacy. Jack's mother asked me to go on a date with
him. I didn't start it. Hell, I kept saying I wasn't that interest in
Jack. And now, and now! I enjoy his penis. Silly me. I can't get it out of
my mind. I like it so much, I've kind of put myself into a more serious
relationship with Jack than I really expected. I don't want to confuse him
about his sexuality, but I have that problem in my panties. And it keeps
getting big and wet when we're kissing and stuff like that. What a
dilemma. All I wanted to do was please my Mother. Know, I get a kick out
of wearing sexy panties in front of 'my' man. I get wet just thinking
about sucking on his dick. And now, I want to have sex with him on prom
night. I've even started looking at dresses, and even Mother has gotten
involved.
What do I do? I need your help, kind readers. What would you do? I mean,
if you were James, then Jamie. Would you continue with this charade? Let
Jack take Tammy to the prom, give up the girl things and start helping
around the farm? Maybe move to a different town and start over? I can tell
you that Jamie is now in love with giving blow jobs. And he loves the
clothes. He loves the attention that he gets from Mother. He's not
bothered by people talking behind his back. As a matter of fact, the whole
town has gotten used to it. They think of Jamie as Jamie and have accepted
the 'alternate' lifestyle. Nobody is blaming Mother for turning him into a
sissy. As a matter of fact, Jamie gets a lot of looks from the boys at
school because he dresses like a 'real' girly-girl, in dresses instead of
jeans. He wears tights and pantyhose and even the girls say he has legs to
'die for.' Poor Jamie! Stuck! He needs help. Please review and tell me how
you'd like the story to continue.
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