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Frankie shrank back into the upholstered chair in his mother's bedroom. He tucked his feet behind the ottoman almost as if to hide. But no matter how he folded his arms --across his chest or around his bare midriff--there was no hiding. With a dull ache he knew, deep down he knew, that soon enough there would be no getting away from it; he would do whatever they wanted. Frankie's mother turned to him and smiled sweetly. "Frankie, dear, what do you think?" Lisa asked. "Valerie and I think the fashion show should begin with the white ensemble, then move on to lavender, and finally to black. Oh, do come over here and have a look at what we've put out." Frankie rose from the chair, bit his lip, and took a few small steps to the end of the king-sized bed where the women were standing. Laid out before him were three rows of intimate apparel--bras, garter-belts, panties and stockings--and at the foot of the bed two pairs of high heels. Frankie shook his head and sighed just loud enough for Valerie Paine to hear him and turn on him with a quizzically look. "Oh, honey," she said with mocking sympathy in her voice, "aren't you happy to see all these pretty things to wear. Your mother was telling me, Frankie," Valerie continued, "that you were wearing pretty panties... a bra... stockings... high heels... a skirt... and a top when she caught you sneaking around all dressed up..." Frankie looked up at his mother with a pained expression. Lisa smiled, slipped her arm around Valerie and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "And after we met you at Steins' Department Store--you were so helpful dear in helping him pick-out his lingerie-- we got home and I dressed him in those darling white panties with the lavender trim and the matching bra and garter belt and put him back in that same skirt and top. He was so excited." Valerie picked up that very pair of white panties and then stood so close to Frankie that her own full breasts were pressed against his padded ones. She undid the belt at his waist, unbuttoned his pants and shimmied the pants down past his hips to expose his deep pink panties. Valerie stepped back. "Oh honey, those are darling little panties you're wearing, but not as adorable as these." She fluttered the panties in front of his face and handed them to him. "Put them on," she commanded. "... now!" Frankie was stunned. He moved almost as if in a trance to kick off his heels and slide the tight jeans down his lean, smooth shaved legs. With a shudder he stepped out of the jeans heaped around his ankles and was shocked then when Valerie leaned forward and pulled down his panties. "I told you to put on those panties, so do it now," Valerie said sharply. Frankie, shocked, confused, exposed, nodded and kicked off the panties that had been pulled down and dropped to his ankles. Then he bent over to put on the ribbon and lace covered panties and quickly pull them up around his waist. Valerie smiled and reached out to fluff the lace that circled his waist and toyed with the streaming ribbons that trailed over his panty-clad ass. "Ohhh," Valerie exclaimed, "such a pretty pair of panties, turn around and show us how cute your little lace covered bottom looks, honey." Frankie looked with a silent plea in his eyes to his mother who merely smiled and said, "Yes, dear, do turn around and show us your pretty little panties. And, while you're at it, take off that terrible shirt. If I'm not mistaken, Ms. Paine has something else for you to try on." Lisa nodded to Valerie and the younger woman snatched up the matching bra that had been laid on the bed. Frankie by now was standing with his back to them in his white panties with the white lace trim and lavender ribbons. He turned to face them but he was still wearing a man's check plaid shirt and underneath it, a well padded deep pink bra. "Yes, you sweet pretty little sissy," Valerie said, "this is the bra that matches the panties you're wearing. It's a set, remember honey?" Valerie held it up before him then folded it into his hand. "Now take off that horrible shirt so we can put this darling bra on you." Frankie moved woodenly and fumbled with one hand to unite knot in his shirt below his padded out bra. Valerie stepped towards him, easily undid the knot, slipped the shirt off his shoulders and pulled it off his arms. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "Oh, such a nice bra for the pretty sissy boy, but your new one is even nicer." And with that she undid the fastener, quickly moved her hands to cups of his bra, neatly slipped the breast forms out, and eased the loose bra straps off his shoulders. "Go on darling, put on the bra that matches the pretty panties you're wearing." She stepped away but not before putting a firm hand on his shoulder. Frankie swallowed hard and his head sank to his chest as he fastened the bra in front of him and with a now practiced move, twisted it into position and quickly slipped his arms through the bra straps. He settled the empty cups on his chest and cast a sorrowing look first at Valerie and then at his mother. Valerie strode forward. "Oh you poor thing. You look down and see that empty bra and I'll bet you wish you had breasts, don't you?" She reached her hand into one empty cup and playfully toyed with his nipple before slipping in one of the forms. "Oh, you'd love that," she said as she slipped the other form in place and then cupped his padded bra in both her hands, "having lovely little breasts. You would have to buy some training bras to start and then you'd need a A-cup size and then a B- cup..." Frankie gasped. "What do you think would be best?" Lisa interjected. "He's wearing a B- cup now with his inserts. Do you think he might look better with larger breasts? What does your professional judgement tell you?" Valerie appraised the thoroughly humiliated young man standing helplessly before her and said in a detached way, "Well he is rather small boned, so a B would be natural looking. But then again, he is such a sweet special kind of boy that he can always have more than nature intended." Frankie blanched and Valerie thrilled at his discomfort. "Well, darling," Lisa said. "You have been wearing a B cup for more than a week now. Do you like the size breasts you have or do you you want bigger breasts?" Frankie was shaken. He didn't want bigger breasts, he didn't even want bras. He hardly knew what to say even though he knew his mother was expecting answers, answers he did not have. "Oh, mother, oh please, I can't tell you that ..." "Oh come on now," Lisa said impatiently, "it has to be one or the other doesn't it? It's a simple question really. Now, do you enjoy how you look when you wear your bras honey?" "Oh, oh," Frankie cried quickly, "oh no, Mother, I don't, I don't..." "Well," Lisa said quickly, "that settles it then. You'll get the bigger breasts you want honey, we'll work you up to a C cup for sure!" Lisa leaned close to Valerie and whispered, "From A to B to C. I can get a special supplement for the little darling and get started right away." Valerie was thrilled by the thought of Frankie with breasts and terrifically excited by Lisa's plan to feminize him with real breasts. Valerie found Lisa's hand and cradled it in her own as she moved it to her breast and then offered her lips for a soft kiss. They were interrupted by Frankie's very audible sigh. "Oh sweet thing," Valerie cooed as she rounded on him. "Have we been neglecting you? And here you are getting all dressed up to be the center of attention. Oh but you haven't adjusted your bra, honey. Do you need some help?" Frankie could only stare at her in silence before he weakly nodded. "We'll it's best to learn these things by example," Valerie exclaimed and in one fluid motion she pulled the lace top over her head, tossed it on the chair behind her and then cupped both hands under her own shapely breasts. Her demi bra was a soft cream color with an overlay of white lace and only just covered her lovely aureoles. She dropped her hands to her sides. "Look at my bra honey, see how it fits me. Now do yours just like this." Frankie struggled with the straps on his bra; half of the struggle was his own clumsiness and half was his humiliation at being in a bra and panties in front of both his mother and Valerie. Valerie stepped in and took over. She was adjusting the bra bra straps so the center of the bra was in line with a midway point between the elbows and shoulders, she explained. "This raises your bust line and gives you more youthful looking breasts," she said with a smile. "Of course, you'll get a better idea of that when you have your own breasts." Frankie cringed and Valerie felt another shiver of delight. She stepped back and looked him over from head to toe and broke into a broad smile. She noticed that Lisa was smiling too. "Take off those knee highs, they just ruin the whole look," Valerie told him. Frankie slipped into the chair behind him and gently rolled off the stockings. Valerie nodded. "Now stand up and let's see you." Frankie stood up wearing nothing but his bra and panties and hung his head as he bit his lip. "I just adore seeing him in this set," Lisa said to Valerie. "The ribbons, the lace -- just perfect for my darling little sissy and so feminine." "Oh, I agree," Valerie said. "Perfect. But we're not done yet." She turned to Frankie. "Sweetie you just go ahead and get the rest of your outfit." Frankie did as he was told. "Hold it up sweetie, to we both can see," Lisa ordered. Frankie lifted the lovely white garter belt with its lace and ribbons from the bed and held it up. Both women gave out with sighs. "Go ahead dear," Valerie said, "put it on. You do know how to put on a garter belt don't you?" "Well," Lisa interjected. "He's only worn one once before and I dressed him then." Valerie frowned. "I'm surprised Lisa. I thought you said that when you caught him all dressed up he was wearing stockings." "Oh yes, the little darling was all dressed up and definitely wearing stockings. But not a garter belt. He was wearing a girdle." Frankie cringed at the mention of it and sank down into the chair behind him. "No. I can't believe it. With his nice slender figure he really doesn't need a girdle." Valerie rounded on Frankie. "Whatever were you thinking honey? You really should have worn a garter belt. Now, as to putting one on, I'll show you this one time. And then you'll put on your new garter belt." Having said that, Valerie slowly but easily slipped off her skirt and let it slide down her shapely legs where she neatly caught it in one hand as she took two quick steps to clear the garment from her high heels. She was wearing panties and a garter belt that matched her bra -- a soft creamy vanilla color set covered over with white lace. She strode over where Frankie was seated and planted one high heeled shoe on either side of his feet, straddling his legs. She arched her back and pushed her panty-covered mound towards his face. "Do you see how a garter-belt is worn now sweetie? Well?" Frankie stared at the confection of satin and lace in front of him and stammered aloud, "It's... very... very pretty... I mean, well, it looks nice... the way you wear it." Valerie felt the rush from her brazen exhibitionism and realized the display was as much for Frankie as it was for Lisa who had moved to stand beside the chair. Valerie hooked a manicured finger under each suspender strap and ran her fingertips up her thighs. "I did not ask you if they were pretty. I know they are. That's why I wear them. I asked you to tell me how they're worn." Frankie looked up at her completely puzzled. He didn't know what to say. "Well?" Frankie merely shook his head. "Well you wear a garter belt around your waist..." "Of course you do," Valerie snapped. "You're not paying attention. What am I wearing with my garter belt?" "Stockings... stockings and matching panties." Valerie slipped her fingertips into the waist band of her panties and down into her soft mound. And she traced one finger down to the inside of her thigh. "Look carefully. See, I'm wearing my panties over my garter belt. That way, I can take them off..." she said with a husky chuckle. "... whenever I want to." Frankie nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I see that now." Frankie was a young man in a bra and panties, but the sight of her mound and the bewitching way she played inside her panties had him gaping and aroused. Valerie took a hand out of her panties and stroked his cheek. He caught a trace of her musky scent on her fingertips. "Well, good for you. So now you know how to put on your garter belt. You put it on before you put on your panties. And you put your panties on after you put on your stockings." Valerie stepped back and looked down at him. "Go on then, put on your garter belt." Frankie grew red-faced and he glanced anxiously from Valerie to Lisa, hoping for some reprieve. His stiff cock was bulging in his panties and he had squeezed his legs together in his embarrassment. He rose slowly to his feet still holding the garter belt. "Oh, don't put it on just yet honey," Lisa said as she slipped an arm around his shoulders. "I know why you're hesitating. I know you're not ready for this." Frankie looked at her with tears of gratitude moistening in his eyes. Lisa smiled wickedly and turned back to the bed to snatch up the stockings there. "You need your stockings. Then you can put on the garter belt and adjust the garters for your stockings before you put on your panties!" Frankie groaned and Valerie felt a delicious wave of anticipation wash over her. She stepped forward grabbed Frankie by the hand and pulled him to his feet. She ran her hands across Frankie's panties. Frankie shuddered and sighed heavily. "These panties just don't seem to be sitting right," Valerie said with a sneer in her voice. "She felt for his cock through the fabric and under the wide froth of lace at the waistband and folded her hand around it. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Mommy told me you were the kind of girl who always gets wet in her panties." Frankie sagged at the waist and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Lisa," Valerie said brightly, "I think we're going to have to get him a panty liner." And then she said to Frankie, "You don't want to get your panties all wet now do you sissy?" Lisa and Valerie laughed and Frankie broke into a gasping sob. Lisa left the room, but Valerie remained behind to toy with him. She circled around him and tugged gently at the ribbons that streamed across his panty covered ass. She fluffed the lace. "You were so selfish when we first met. Remember, at the store. You wouldn't show me your pretty panties. But I'm getting a good look at them now, aren't I?" Frankie nodded and took long deep breaths to try to still his soft sobbing. "And from now on, when I tell you to do something you'll do it," Valerie said as she stroked his still rigid cock through his panties. She slipped a finger inside the waistband of his panties and circled the tip of hard cock and was rewarded with the first ebb of his pre-cum. She slipped her hand deeper into his panties and massaged the head of his leaking cock. "Understood?" Frankie looked up at her. "Yes, oh yes," he said softly. "Yes, Ms. Paine." "Now, as soon as your mother comes back, you're going to take off your panties, put on your garter belt and then sit down in that chair and put on your stockings. And I'll help you get dressed. Hand me your garter belt." Frankie looked into Valerie's unforgiving eyes and realized there was nothing he could do but comply. Lisa had returned and the two women stood over him smiling and enjoying his discomfort. "New nylon stockings..." She turned to Valerie. "This is a pair we got from Stein's. It was such a good idea of yours to add some very sheer hose." Both women stood expectantly as Frankie slowly hooked his fingertips into the waist band of his panties. He eased them down off his waist and his hard cock sprung out in plain view. He hesitated as the silky fabric cupped his aching balls. "All the way off dear," Valerie said. "Then I'll help you with your garter belt." Frankie eased his panties off. He slid them down his thighs to his knees and dropped them lower still as he gingerly stepped out of them and remained hunched over. Lisa put out her hand and Frankie meekly surrendered his panties, then covered his crotch with both hands. He was red-faced and shivering in humiliation. "Here you go honey," Valerie said as she held the garter belt at arms length, "let's see how this looks on you." As Valerie had intended, Frankie had no choice but to straighten up and reach out and then use both hands to wrap the garter belt around his waist. He was fully erect now and completely exposed and his stiff dick bobbed as he struggled with the fastener on the garter belt. "Here let me help you," Valerie said with a wink at Lisa. She took the garter belt from around his waist and held it up again in front of him. "Much easier if you hook it in front first and then turn it around." With that she circled the garter belt around his waist, making sure to drag a suspender strap across his cock, and fastened it securely before turning it in place. "There you go, see how easy that was?" Frankie felt the heat of his embarrassment drive a red hot flush to his face and he quickly sat back down in the chair. Lisa handed him a stocking and he carefully rolled it from the welt to the toe, and carefully unrolled it up his smooth leg. "Well," Valerie exclaimed, "you certainly know how to put on hosiery." "Oh, it seems he has had more than a little practice," Lisa said and she smiled as she watched Frankie attach one garter to the stocking welt over the top of his thigh before standing up and reaching awkwardly for the garter behind him. "Oh sweetheart," Valerie said gently, "does this darling sissy need some help with her garters? Here let me." With that Valerie ran her fingertips lightly up his thigh and tugged on the welt before attaching it to the garter. Frankie moaned softly and was more red-faced still. He was unable to hide his fiercely erect cock and bombarded by the sensations that he had always found so arousing when he dressed in lingerie and stockings. He sank back into the chair and easily put on the other stocking, yielding again to Valerie as she insisted on fastening the back garter. As she ran her hands gently up each stocking clad leg, Frankie's breath caught in his throat and he shivered with excitement. "Turn around, dear," Lisa commanded. "Hmm, I do like how the garters frame the curves of his cheeks," she said to Valerie. "Bend over a bit dear, that's good. What do you think?" "Oh I could not agree more," Valerie said as she ran a hand over his ass and slipped a finger under the garter strap. "Very feminine... I've always thought that about garter belts and stockings ... something only a woman would wear. That, and panties of course." Frankie looked over his shoulder at them as he straightened up. "Mother, may I, please, mother may I please put my panties on now?" he pleaded. "I can put them on now that I have my garter belt and stockings on. That's what Ms. Paine said." Lisa and Valerie exchanged a warm smile. "Well, you did ask very nicely," Lisa said with a chuckle. "Yes, it's so sweet when he asks to put on panties," Valerie said with a smug nod. "He's probably just dying to see how his complete ensemble looks. Actually, I am too..." Frankie sighed in relief and quickly reached to the bed to retrieve his white panties with the lace and ribbon trim. "But, not just yet my darling dress-up sissy," Valerie said as she strode over and lifted the panties from Frankie's hands. "Frankie, we're probably going to have to adjust your garters once you put on your heels. So let's just put them on now." With a look of consternation and confusion, Frankie bowed his head and stood nearly frozen in place. The garter suspenders dangled on his thighs and his ass cheeks and his cock was rigidly on full display. He was fully exposed and perfectly compliant. Valerie was thrilled with her power over him. Lisa arched and eyebrow in surprise and Valerie rewarded her with a warm smile. "Oh, you'll love this," she said confidentially to Lisa, as Frankie picked up the strap- sandal style white heels. "Yes," Valerie said gleefully to Frankie. "Don't you love them? All girls love high heels." She turned to Lisa. "You do have darling shoes, honey. And isn't it nice that you and Frankie wear the same size! I love the sandal style and that thin ankle strap with that four-inch heel is just so perfect." "Go ahead and put on your heels, honey," Lisa said as her step-son stood anxiously in front of the two delighted women. Frankie sank back in the chair with the heels in his lap, grateful that the shoes hid his now throbbing erection. He took up one shoe and realized he could not hold the other shoe in place and put on the heel. Gingerly placed one shoe to the side of the chair and raised his foot foot to slip on the other heel. Valerie was standing over him in an instant. "Now, I don't want you to run that hose, sweetie," she declared. She snatched up up the shoe from beside the floor. "I don't have all day dear," she said as she dangled the shoe from her fingertip. Frankie nodded and bent nearly double as he fumbled with the shoe. Finally he crossed one stocking clad leg over the other and found himself struggling to affix the tiny buckle on the ankle strap. "Lift up your leg," Valerie commanded. "Now hold it there." Frankie did as he was bade to do and realized with new agony that in raising his leg his cock was fully exposed. Valerie quickly fixed the ankle strap on his heel and just as quickly demand that he raise his other foot. She slipped the high-heeled shoe in place and slowly threaded the ankle strap and fixed the buckle. The entire time Frankie was exposed, without his panties, his throbbing cock was on full display. "Now you darling sissy," Valerie said with exaggerated sweetness honeying her voice, "Stand up and let's see how those shoes look on you... go ahead walk around a bit... oh and make sure your stockings are nice and snug now that you have your heels on..." "Can I, I mean, first may I please put on my panties?" Frankie pleaded. "Oh, I really want to put on my panties. Please." Lisa and Valerie smiled at one another. "Of course you can dear," Lisa said. "Just stand up and walk around a bit in your heels, first. They're higher than you're used too you know." Lisa reached out her hand and tugged him to his feet. Frankie hung his head and took a few tentative steps in his heels. "Oh," Lisa exclaimed. "Frankie, stand up straight." She turned to Valerie, "I just don't know what to do with him. It seems every time he wears a bra -- even his prettiest ones -- he just seems to slouch." Valerie nodded and looked at Frankie. "Oh honey, is it because you know you don't have real breasts. Is that why you try to hide them? Are you embarrassed because you don't have nice breasts?" Valerie reached down and held Frankie's raging hard-on in her hand. "You do want to stand up straight honey? " she asked as she leaned in close to him. "Nice and straight, don't you, hmmm...?" Valerie rubbed her fingertip across the head of his swollen cock and was rewarded with a generous drop of cum as she milked him. She scooped it up with her fingertip and quickly brought it to Frankie's mouth where she forced it past his painted lips and onto his tongue. Frankie swallowed and let out a small gasp. Valerie tightened her grip. "And you do want some help remembering to stand up nice and straight too, don't you." Valerie milked his cock again and brought another dollop of his warm cum to his lips. Frankie was in a daze and he was wretched in his lost hope that he might conceal his aching and now dripping cock at least from his mother. Fully erect it bobbed in front of him as Valerie moved her hand from his cock to his rounded behind. Frankie hung his head nearly cried out in anguish as a tear leaked down his cheek. "Maybe he's admiring his high heels," Valerie suggested and she turned to Lisa. "Too bad you don't have a full-length mirror so that our darling dress-up doll can see how he looks in stockings and high heels." "Oh but we do, dear," Lisa said quickly as she turned next to Frankie. "Don't we sweetie? And I'll tell you that Frankie loves to model in front of the mirror. Just follow me and you'll see." Lisa strode from the room and Valerie stepped lightly behind her, but not before wrapping her hand around the young man's rigid cock to pull him along. The two women took places on either side of him as he stood there in his bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. He couldn't help but stare in the mirror at the reflection that exposed a terribly aroused young man wearing the most feminine lingerie. "Don't you just love this ribbon and lace combination," Valerie said to Lisa as she ran a fingertip along the front of his garter-belt. "And these stockings on his nice smooth legs look lovely, too," she added as she ran her hand down the back of his nylon-clad thigh. Valerie was thrilled as Frankie shuddered with excitement under her touch and his cock bobbed. "It will be such an adorable look with his panties, too," Valerie exclaimed. "Sweetheart, put your panties on so we can see how you look all dressed-up!" Frankie turned quickly on his heels and tried to race back to the bedroom. "Oh, now that will never do," Lisa said as she caught him by the arm. "You need to take smaller steps in your heels honey. And put one foot nearly in front of the other as you walk. Go on, take a few steps." Frankie looked shame-faced at his mother and took a few tentative steps. Valerie watched him walk away hanging his head in obvious shame and couldn't help but admire how girly his rounded behind looked framed by the garter belt, the suspender straps and the welts of his stockings. "Oh, Frankie," his mother called out, "do stand up straight. Shoulders back. Head up. Hold your hands away from your sides. Lift up your fingertips. That's right. Now turn around when you get to the end of the hallway and come back to me. Look at yourself in the mirror. Head up. Hands. Fingertips! And concentrate on taking those smaller steps." Valerie was ecstatic to see him so completely controlled. And more than amazed at how easily he was adopting a very girlish way of walking, He seemed almost mesmerized by his image in the mirror as he waked forward. She realized that his humiliation was made all the more complete when he was forced to see himself. She exchanged a knowing smile with Valerie as her gaze drifted down to Frankie's erection, an erection that had been on full display as he walked up and down the hall. And she realized how tormenting that exposure was for him. "That's much better, dear," Lisa said as he approached. She leaned towards him and patted his arm as she put a small kiss on his cheek. "Now just remember how to walk like that -- no more slouching." Frankie nodded. "Yes, yes, I will mother. I will. Oh, but may I please go and put on my panties now?" Valerie winked at Lisa. "Of course you can dear. You're so anxious to put on your panties. You keep asking over and over again. You just love dressing up like a sissy, don't you? You just can't wait to be a panty wearing sissy can you? You just love being a pretty panty sissy don't you? After all, only sissies wear pretty panties covered in lots of lace and ribbons. So you want to wear panties so you can be the most perfect sissy, isn't that right?" The rapid-fire questions bewildered Frankie. He thought the two demanding women wanted him to be wearing panties. And he was desperate to cover his hard-on. "No, no," he whined. "It's not that, it's just that..." "Just what honey?" Lisa asked. Frankie stared at his mother in agony. "I just want to put on my panties now," he said plaintively. Frankie was clenching his aching stomach and yet that pain did nothing to relieve him of his hard cock. He had gone from wearing jeans and a top that covered up his bra and panties to being fully exposed wearing a bra with garter belt and stockings. He was now desperately confused. He hung his head. "I... I... really want to wear the panties. I do want to wear... yo wear those sissy panties so much." Valerie chortled in glee and Lisa grinned as she slipped her arm around the younger woman. "Well darling," Lisa said with finality in her voice, "since you admit to being a sissy, we'll just have to put you back in your pretty panties." "It's just a shame that he doesn't have any baby doll dresses and petticoats to be just the most perfect sissy model tonight," Valerie sighed. Lisa let an appreciative hand slide from the small of Valerie's back to the curve of her shapely behind. "Well, maybe not a dress and petticoats tonight," Lisa said with a wicked smile. "But we can still dress-up this darling thing. Give me a moment and I'll be right back." She turned to Frankie. "Take off your heels honey, and leave them off. Oh, and you can put your panties on now." Lisa swept out of the room confidently and Valerie descended on a now shaken Frankie. Whatever his mother had in store for him had to be worse than just wearing a bra and panties. But for now he just ached to cover his still throbbing cock and he was ready to do anything to hide his humiliation. Valerie reached out to put a hand behind Frankie's neck and she pulled his head towards hers as she wrapped her hand again around his cock. She kissed him deeply and probed the inside of his mouth with her tongue and her wanton kiss had the effect she desired. Frankie's raging cock oozed hot cum into the cup of her hand before she expertly pinched off what threatened to be an explosive ejaculation. "Oh my," Valerie exclaimed in mock surprise as Frankie wilted under her gaze. "It's a good thing you haven't got your panties back on yet. Oh, yes. Otherwise they would have been all wet," she said as she whispered in his ear, "Frankie in his wet, wet panties. Now we can't have that, can we? No, no no!" Frankie was visibly shaken now. He was hugely shamed by his obvious excitement and even more because he had oozed his hot creamy cum on Valerie's hand. "Oh, and I'll bet you don't want Mommy to know, do you sissy?" Valerie asked her question with barely concealed delight. "Shall we keep this our little secret, honey? Hmm, just between the two of us?" Frankie nodded quickly and a soft throaty sound escaped. "Yes," he said, "yes, Ms. Paine. Our secret." Valerie smiled and felt a terrific sense of triumph. "And if I promise to keep our secret, then what Frankie?" "Oh, oh," Frankie said softly. "Anything, anything you want..." "Anything?" she asked. Valerie leaned forward as she quickly wiped a manicured finger across her wet, open palm and raised it to his quivering, open lips.