Dolly Part 4
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Just to clarify, in this story, Dolly is Amanda's son, he is above the
age of consent, but he has had some learning issues and is a little
simple. He still calls his mother Mummy as he has always called her, but
he is shy and has difficulty making friends, he is very much a loner.
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The next morning Amanda was up early, as was usual on a working day, to
shower and dress ready for work before waking her son to ready him for
school. She stood in the shower under the cascade of warm water,
enjoying the feeling as it caressed her body. The soap in her hand
creating a creamy foam flowing all over her as she washed, she paused as
she came to the furry triangle between her legs and she teased the hair
for a minute, thinking and debating in her mind as she did so. Then with
a swift decision she picked up her lady razor and began, feeling a
slight naughtiness as she did so, but safe in the knowledge that the
decision was hers and somehow ignoring the fact that she was in reality
obeying Mister Arnolds command.
She dried herself, a lustful tingling between her legs at the
sensitivity from her new smooth bareness and with a swift beating heart
she skipped back into her bedroom. The next half an hour saw her going
through the entire box of clothing, the uniform that had been brought
there by Mister Arnold. Some of the things were very skimpy, revealing
and extremely tarty, but some were, what could only be described as
totally sex clothing. They made her hands tremble and the inside of her
head buzz as she looked through them in the knowledge that Mister Arnold
was expecting her to, commanding her to, wear them to work.
Eventually she decided on the day's "uniform," if she stuck with the
same colour undies as the blouse and skirt at least it would minimise
the focus of attention, even though it didn't stop the revealing nature
of the clothes. So she dressed all in black, finally putting on her
shoes, her mind shaken from its reverie by a random glance at the clock.
"Oh my god, I'm late."
Peter should have been up and getting ready for school and she had to
get his breakfast and packed lunch. She was running so late already, she
had no idea where the time had gone. She called him, banging on his
bedroom door before dashing off downstairs to sort out the food in the
kitchen, her heels slowing her, warning her of potential twisted ankles,
she couldn't afford to do that.
Peter arrived dressed, quicker than expected; he was usually slow in the
mornings, often needing a further call to hurry him up. This morning he
seemed quite excited, wakeful and bright eyed.
Sitting down to his cereal, he ate slowly and he watched his mummy's
every move around the kitchen as she prepared his sandwiches.
"You look lovely this morning mummy."
He said his spoon idly paused in front of his lips; she smiled at him
blissfully unaware of the reference which was obviously to her clothes.
"I'm running a bit late this morning Dolly, I'll have to run and leave
you now in a minute, I don't know where the time has gone today."
He couldn't take his eyes off her as she put his lunch box down on the
table beside him, then went into the hall her tiny skirt clinging as he
watched breathlessly. She picked up her handbag and checked to see that
she had her keys,
"Mummy?" he called.
"Yes Dolly."
She was looking at her watch as she replied, "Mummy, Mister Arnold said
that you must show me your pretty panties every day before you go to
work."
She paused, looked up, her face blushing pink, her heart skipping a
beat.
"Ahh, ummm, he, he was only joking Dolly."
She managed to say, thinking fast for an appropriate response to her
young son. Peter looked at her seriously.
"No mummy, he wasn't, he told me I got to ring him to tell him after
you'd gone to work mummy, I don't want him to be cross with me mummy, he
said if I was good he'd let me work with you in the summer holidays
mummy, I don't want to be here on my own."
He did look very serious now and she thought almost a little tearful.
She looked at him, her heart going out to him. She didn't like to think
of him being upset like this so emotional with her leaving him alone,
but also deep down she was afraid that Mister Arnold would indeed not
let Peter join her in work.
She took a deep breath, then looking at the ceiling to shut him out of
her mind she wriggled her short skirt up to her waist revealing her
panties, framed by the long suspenders to his delighted eyes. He could
see the see through triangle of translucent nylon, the small rose buds
at her hips and through it her naked smoothness. She dropped her skirt
back down, her face beetroot red at the thought of what she'd done
revealing herself like that to her own young son, then she managed to
squeak a quick, "Bye love, have a good day at school."
Whilst trying to maintain the status quo as she put on her coat, giving
her at least some level of decorum for her walk to work.
Peter felt excited, he had been unable to reply to her, he wanted to
touch himself at the sight he'd seen and he felt a strange feeling
growing inside him as he held the picture of her in his mind. Just then
the telephone rang making him jump, dropping his spoon, shaking him out
of his thoughts. He picked it up.
"Hello." His voice was small and nervous. "Who is it?"
"Dolly, I was waiting for your call, it's Mister Arnold."
Peter's heart sped up, the silly buzz of excitement growing again.
"Did you do as you were told?"
"Yes Mister Arnold." Peter sounded shy.
"Did you see mummy's pretty panties?"
"Yes Mister Arnold."
"Good Dolly, now describe them to me." Mister Arnold spoke firmly.
Peter told him about her panties, telling him about the colour, the
shape and the little rosebuds on her hips, he went into detail as he
closed his eyes remembering it all. Mister Arnold listened intently,
carefully noting the way the boy described them.
"And, and, ummm, I,I umm I could see right through them Mister Arnold."
Peter went on shyly, nervously, not sure if he should say.
"That's very good Dolly, what did you see? Tell me, describe it to me."
Peter closed his eyes again gaining a little confidence, he liked being
praised.
"Umm well, there wasn't no curls anymore Mister Arnold," he almost
whispered.
"That's excellent Dolly, what a good girl mummy is, now describe exactly
what you saw for me."
Peter thought carefully his heart thumping as he remembered and he
described in his own way to Mister Arnold, the little bump that was
peeping out from between the folds of her tight lips, all teasingly
covered by the translucent material yet bare and showing to his eager
eyes.
"That's mummy's cunt Dolly," said Mister Arnold, "say it for me."
Peter thought a second, feeling very naughty, his whole body tingling at
this conversation.
"Mummy's umm, Mummy's cunt," he whispered into the phone.
"Good that's right Dolly, it's her cunt and you've got a cunt too
haven't you Dolly?"
Peter felt suddenly confused, his mummy had called his thing a Penis and
he had heard some boys in school call it a cock.
"Haven't you Dolly, you've got a cunt too haven't you?"
The reply was spoken before he could think, said by reaction more than
thought.
"Yes Mister Arnold."
"Good Dolly, good, that's our secret word now isn't it?" Mister Arnold
paused waiting for his response.
"Yes Mister Arnold." Peter mumbled.
"Ok Dolly, now where is mummy's red panties from yesterday, do you
know?"
There was a buzz in Peter's penis now.
"You do know, don't you?"
Peter couldn't speak.
"You've seen them haven't you?" Mister Arnold could tell by the silence
that he was right.
"Yes Mister Arnold."
Peter managed to whisper, his voice small and embarrassed to admit he'd
looked and seen them that morning.
"Go and get them Dolly, get them now."
Peter ran up the stairs with the phone in his hand, opening the bathroom
door, lifting the lid of the washing basket before gently, almost
reverently touching them, his fingers trembling as he lifted them out.
"Have you got them Dolly?" Mister Arnold spoke softly but firmly.
"Yes Mister Arnold."
Mister Arnold could hear the tremble in his voice.
"There's a good Dolly, now touch them against your cheek."
He could hear the boy's breathing as he did, he could sense his feelings
by the soft sounds.
"Bring them into your bedroom Dolly."
The boy was lost to the feelings now, he would have blindly followed any
command that Mister Arnold gave him.
"Now put them on your pillow and go to school, but I want you to ring me
when you get back home, don't forget Dolly and think about those lovely
panties lying there on your pillow, waiting for you."
The boy was breathless, smoothing them into a red triangle against the
white of his pillow.
"Bye Dolly." The phone went dead.
"Yess Mister Arnold," Peter whispered quivering all over.
Mister Arnold was busy on the phone when Amanda arrived in work, thank
goodness she thought to herself as she slipped in quietly behind her
desk switching the computer on, she couldn't face him humiliating her at
the start of the day again. In fact the morning seemed to go well, she
kept her head down and busy and she almost forgot herself as she became
immersed in her work.
At midday she went to eat her sandwiches at her desk as usual when
Mister Arnold walked by, "Why are you having your lunch here Amanda when
there's a perfectly good canteen for all my employees?"
She looked at him uneasily, she knew that the workers using the canteen
were primarily men, yes there was the odd woman, but they were a real
rough lot, their reputation well known, with their own foreman a woman
called Donna and she was a right nasty piece of work.
"I wanted to finish this inputting Mister..." She saw his expression.
"Sir," she corrected herself.
He half smiled noticing that she hadn't forgotten to address him as
such.
"I don't like my staff to think that they can't have a proper break
Amanda, I prefer everyone to have their hour's lunch and then come back
refreshed afterwards."
"Yss Sir."
"Now come along, take your sandwiches with you I am going to the canteen
myself, I'm sure they'll be pleased to see you there."
He stood watching, waiting for her to get up from her chair. She looked
at him a second, how could he make her go there, where all those rough
men were and especially dressed like this, it terrified her to even
think of it, but she had no alternative, she could see from his face he
would make her go.
When they arrived in the canteen, the place suddenly quietened as they
saw Mister Arnold, but soon the wolf whistles started when they saw her
behind him, he was smiling broadly at them, knowing her discomfort. She
noticed a table on its own by the door and quickly sat down, her face
red with embarrassment. She put her packet of sandwiches down in front
of her, there was an old newspaper on the table and she picked it up,
more to hide behind than to read. It was the Daily Sport and it wasn't
until she focussed on the pages she had opened it at, that she realised
it was full of pictures of naked women, more embarrassment as she tried
to flick the pages for something more normal.
Mister Arnold had called the yard foreman over to him and was talking as
the cook was getting him a cup of tea. The yard foreman was listening
then smiling, glancing her way as he did so, she was eating one of her
sandwiches quickly now, she would go as soon as she'd finished, she
thought. Mister Arnold took his cup, called over to the woman Donna to
go with him and left the canteen, she followed, a large angular lady
with an arrogant look. Amanda thought that if she left it for another
few minutes for them to be out of sight then she would leave too.
The yard foreman was suddenly there standing in front of her.
"Ello darlin, the boss tole me to look after yer, so come an sit wiv us,
so ya can get to know the lads proply like."
She looked up at him nervously blushing.
"I, I'm sorry I have to go, I have a a lot of work I have to do."
He took her by the wrist. "Nah, the boss said yud say that, he tole me
to make sure you ad your full hour break, so come on darlin we got a
nice chair between me an Ted for ya."
Before she knew it she was on her feet and propelled across to a long
table where she found herself sat between the yard foreman and an older
man with no teeth. There were about ten men along the table and they
were all leering at her.
"This'll be yor table from now on darlin, the lads don't often get the
chance to see a real bird, the ones they knows is in pichers."
And they all laughed. Amanda was terrified, she was trying to keep her
arms folded across her breasts to conceal herself as much as possible,
her face was scarlet and she couldn't speak, she just looked round at
the crude group wishing she was home with her son.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her leg, she looked to her left and the
toothless man grinned openly at her, she tried to drop one hand to push
him off but her feeble push did nothing, he grinned more and the men
round the table all started ogling her half revealed breast, its
translucent covering doing little to hide it. Another hand touched then
slid over her other leg, she spun round to the yard foreman this time,
as her other hand sprang to stop him in a reaction, her bra and breasts
through its translucency, now completely visible to the men.
She struggled to twist away from at least one of them, struggled to get
up or move in some way, to get away, but they both held her sitting
there as they both slid their hands further up her legs over her
stocking tops towards her thinly veiled pussy.
The men all knew what was happening, watching her every move, her every
response, better than a blue movie or a strip joint, this was going to
be much more fun, it was to be their lunchtime treat from now on, fuck
the overtime, this was a far better treat than money.
She was struggling to keep her legs together now.
"Noo, stop it," she was finally gasping.
The faces around her were all smiling at her gasped words. The men
beside her were strong, too strong for her and slowly as she tired her
trembling struggles couldn't stop them from pulling her legs apart. The
two hands were on her soft skin, the yard foreman's thumb slowly
extending against her trembling pussy, rubbing it in gentle circles
through the thin thin material of her see through nylon panties.
She gasped, trying to wriggle away from it.
"N..n..noo," she whimpered softly,
There was a sense of suspense around the table, they couldn't see but
guessed what was happening, watching her every reaction. The thumb was
against her clitoris now gently stroking it through the material, her
wetness coming even though she was in terrified hatred of them. He could
feel it too and started rubbing harder, each movement sliding down
spreading he lips.
She was gasping short gasps now, an uncontrollable reaction to him that
she was doing subconsciously.
Several of the men had their hands in their trousers now, someone said,
"Fuck yes," somewhere.
She was losing control, her mouth suddenly open, her jaw slack, unable
to stop herself she was pushing against the intrusive thumb, she
couldn't help herself, her eyes losing focus.
The toothless man's other hand slid across her breasts, teasing her
nipples to stiffness, as she shuddered to his touch. A few of the men
were wanking openly now.
She heard a voice in her ear, blending through the buzz in her head,
"Give us a kiss darlin."
Her head turned towards the sound, a natural reaction, not because of
what was said, his lips were on hers in an instant and as they locked
over hers, his tongue thick and rude drove into her mouth. The taste of
stale tobacco on him, his thumb moving quicker than ever, bringing her
expertly to a vibrating unwanted unstoppable forced climax.
She didn't know how long he had kissed her, she felt too exhausted too
ashamed so humiliated. Several of the men had cum too, spurting into
their clenched fists to be wiped down their grease stained overalls. The
factory hooter went off, a loud interruption and suddenly they were all
getting up, leaving her there, spent, legs akimbo, nipples erect and
throbbing, panties wet and clinging to her still tingling pussy. And
then she was alone, struggling to her feet, pulling her skirt back into
place, her face feeling like it was on fire as she tottered back through
the yard to the office not daring to look at anyone.
She was sat back behind her desk, trying to clear her head, trying to
forget the whole episode, when he appeared again, it must have been
close to three by then and she had no idea where the afternoon had gone.
"Ah, there you are girl, I hope you enjoyed your lunch break, I don't
want to see you eating your lunch here again and I don't want to have to
tell you to go in future, understand?"
She looked at him, hardly believing what he was making her do, wanting
to tell him what happened there, how she had been abused and wanting to
say no.
"Do you understand girl?" His voice was gruff.
She nodded unable to speak.
"Right now, let's sort Dolly out."
At the sound of her son's nickname she sat up.
"Now first, is Dolly capable of doing a days work?"
"Y, yes sir, he can be very helpful and enthusiastic sir." Her voice
was small.
"Ok, well I will only employ someone who does what they are told and who
is hard working, I hope he can do those things?"
She was nodding helpfully now.
"Yes sir, I'm sure he will work hard sir"
"Good, then make out a job sheet for him, When does the term end?"
"A week on Friday sir."
"Hmmm, can he start this Friday?"
She chewed her lip a second as she thought.
"I, I'm sure that it would be ok sir, I'll tell the school he isn't well
or something."
She was keen to show him that she would try her best.
"Do that," he said rubbing his chin "now money, I have an idea for a job
that I want done and I think that it will suit Dolly, if he behaves and
does the job well then I will pay him ?4.00 an hour."
She was surprised and delighted, that was more than she had hoped.
"But what I will do is this, I will pay Dolly ?2.00 per hour and pay you
Dolly's other ?2.00 per hour in addition to your own wages, I am doing
it this way as I don't want anyone to think I am paying him more than
anyone else and because I expect you to make sure he does do his work
and does exactly as he is told, do you understand?"
She was delighted, taking his words at face value, it was a good
explanation.
"Yes sir."
"If you don't make sure Dolly does what he is told to do then I deduct
your portion of his money, right?"
She was nodding again. "Yes sir."
"Now what time does he normally get home from school?"
She looked at her watch. "Umm about now, 3.30 sir"
"Good, now get his work cards done, sort out the contract for signatures
and set up the pay for him as a new employee and another separate one
for you called services, right girl?"
She was making notes as he spoke, "Yes sir, umm services sir?"
"Yes girl, your bank details but called services, now get on, it will
take you the rest of the afternoon to get that sorted and don't disturb
me as I have an important telephone call to make."
"Yes sir."
Mister Arnold closed his office door, he was smiling to himself, things
were coming along just fine, he had popped in to see his yard foreman on
his way back and the man had given him a report of their canteen fun. He
was starting to get happy employees who would work harder and do
anything for him whilst at the same time he was on his way to capturing
his own fun too.
He picked up the phone and dialled Amanda's home number, it was just
before 3.30. The phone rang a few times before being answered by a
breathless soft girlish voice, "Dolly?" There was hardly a pause.
"Yes Mister Arnold." The boy had obviously recognised his voice.
"So Dolly have you been thinking about Mummy's lovely pretty red panties
on your pillow?"
There was a pause.
"Dolly? Answer me."
"Yes Mister Arnold, I umm have been thinking about them all day."
It all seemed to come out in a rush then.
"I couldn't concentrate I kept thinking and thinking Mister Arnold."
"Good Dolly, now go upstairs to your bedroom."
Peter rushed upstairs, the phone in his hand and into his bedroom.
"I I'm here Mister Arnold."
He sounded excited and breathless, the strange excitement building
inside him once more
"Good Dolly, are they still there?" Mister Arnold paused to listen "Are
Mummy's pretty red panties still there Dolly?"
"Yes Mister Arnold," Peter almost whispered.
"Good Dolly, now pick them up."
Peter picked them up softly gently, his heart pounding in his chest,
they felt so soft so light in his fingers.
"Touch them against your cheek Dolly, rub them against your cheek."
Mister Arnold could hear the boys breathing become shorter he was
obviously excited by this.
"Does that feel nice Dolly?"
"Yss Mister Arnold," Peter whispered.
"Good Dolly, now smell them Dolly smell their aroma, Mister Arnold could
hear the boy give a soft gasp then heard him breathing deeply,
"Isn't that nice Dolly?"
"Yss Mister Arnold." Peter's voice was quivering.
"What do they smell of Dolly?" The reply was immediate.
"Mummy."
"What do you mean Dolly?" Mister Arnold's voice was soft a gentle caress
in the boy's ear.
"Mummy's perfume."
"Yes and what else Dolly?"
Peter was miles away thinking of the vision of that morning.
"Mummy's umm, mummy's."
"Go on Dolly, mummy's what?"
He could hear the boy inhaling through the material before he blurted it
out, "Mummy's cunt."
"Yes, good Dolly, Mummy's cunt. Now take off your trousers Dolly, take
your trousers off for me."
Peter was breathing heavily, unable to say no, he felt such a strange
excitement, he undid his button, unzipped his trousers and slipped them
off.
"Have you taken them off for me Dolly" asked Mister Arnold
"Yess," said Peter.
"Tell me properly Dolly, tell me what you just did for me."
"I just took my trousers off for you Mister Arnold."
Peter replied, Mister Arnold's hand had snaked into his own trousers.
"Now take off your pants for me Dolly, and tell me."
Peter blindly obeyed, he had never done anything like this and he was
too excited to think straight.
"I've just taken my pants off for you Mister Arnold," he said.
Mister Arnold breathed as he held himself inside his trousers.
"Rub mummy's pretty red panties against you Dolly."
Peter gasped as he did so loving the feeling that it gave him.
"Do you like that Dolly?"
"Yesss Mister Arnold," Peter almost sighed.
"Do they feel nice?"
"Yesss."
"Do you like the feel?"
"Yessss."
"Put them on Dolly, put them on for me and tell me."
Peter's hands were trembling, his body tingling as he slipped his feet
inside and pulled them up his legs and over his bottom.
"I I'm wearing them for you now Mister Arnold," he whispered.
"Good girl Dolly, now rub your cunt for me, rub it through your pretty
red panties."
Peter was gone, only taking on some of Mister Arnold's words as he began
to rub himself as he had seen his mummy do through the bedroom door.
Mister Arnold listened intently as Peter played with himself.
"That's nice isn't it Dolly?"
"Ysss."
"You love it don't you Dolly?"
"Yssssss" Peter's eyes were shut his penis was stiff and throbbing now.
"Your going to be my special girl aren't you Dolly?"
Peter was close to cuming now and Mister Arnold knew it.
"Arent you Dolly?"
"Yyssssss."
Peter moaned a soft high pitched moan as he ejaculated in his mummy's
panties.
"Good girl, there's master's good little girl aren't you Dolly."
Peter moaned a soft final end of his climax.
"Ysssssss," he whimpered as he did so, totally unaware of what had been
said only of the feelings that he felt.
"Good Dolly, now leave mummy's panties on and put your trousers on over
them. You are going to start work with me on Monday if you carry on
being such a good Dolly."
And the phone went dead, leaving Peter lying on the bed in a wonderful
elated tingling half sleep.
Peter came to, he'd been asleep, it was gone five o'clock. He wondered
where he was for a second, he was in bed, was it morning? Then suddenly
he remembered what had happened, he was in his Mummy's panties, they
were sticky, he wasn't sure why, then he remembered Mister Arnold, it
made his face burn like a hot fire.
He sat up remembering in total shock, Oh my god , he felt the
embarrassment course through his body, had he really been speaking to
that man, had he really done things for him, had he really told him what
he was doing, told him about the panties.
His head was screaming in embarrassment, oh god, oh god, oh god. What
would he do, what could he do? He prayed to God that he wouldn't tell
his Mummy what he'd done, he wished he'd dreamed it all.
He heard the front door opening downstairs and panicked.
"Peter? Are you here? Are you ok love?"
It was his Mummy, she was coming up the stairs. Quickly he buttoned up
his still open trousers, over her panties, the door opened as he
finished zipping it up, he was nearly in tears now.
"Peter.."
He ran to her and burst into tears as he buried his head against her,
she held him tightly.
"Peter, what's the matter love?"
He wriggled against her putting his arms around her, the feel of her
nipples through the translucent materials against his arm, her heady
scent a reminder of the panties Mister Arnold told him to smell, his
words "mummy's cunt" running through his head, he held her tighter.
"What is it love? Did those horrible bullies in school upset you?"
There was no way that Peter was going to admit to her what he had done,
so he just nodded his head rubbing his cheek against her breast as he
did so, it felt nice, in fact it felt very nice.
"I'll ring the teacher and sort it out tomorrow love."
"It it's alright Mummy," he mumbled, still holding himself tight against
her, rubbing his hands over her back, down to her waist. "I love you
Mummy." He whispered,
"I love you too Dolly." She gave him a little squeeze, his hand dropped
down over her bum, he was beginning to feel that stupid excitement that
Mister Arnold had encouraged an hour or so before, the embarrassment
fading as it grew. She didn't know what was wrong she only knew that he
wanted a cuddle and come to that, after the day she had had she needed a
cuddle too.
Peter stood on tiptoe and brought his lips up to hers and kissed her,
she gave him a little motherly kiss.
"There, there, it's ok Dolly, I'm here now."
Peter was trying to kiss her again, his hand running over her bottom as
he did so, it felt so nice. She held him a few moments more not wishing
to break off from him, to upset him, but she also felt an embarrassment
at his touch, she would have to work out how to discourage him from
doing that without causing him more upset.
Finally she peeled him off her.
"There now, come on lets go down and make supper, we can have your
favourite."
He looked at her reluctant and a little cross that she had pushed him
away from her, he desperately wanted to cuddle her more and he yearned
to see her black see through panties again, he wanted to touch them, to
run his fingers over them, over her.
"Come on love."
She turned walking out of his bedroom, she felt desperate to change out
of her own panties still damp from that afternoon, but she thought it
was more important to make him forget himself, whatever had upset him,
watch his programs on the TV and have his favourite sausage and mash for
his tea, that would soon cheer him up.
She had no idea that he was wearing her yesterday's panties, still
sticky from his own fun too and no idea of the very improper thoughts
about her that was going through his mind.
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