Mother s Model Son In Black Lace Lingerie Part Three
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Frankie stood helplessly before the two women and pivoted on his high
heels. He hoped, against hope, that modeling this lingerie for them
would bring an end to his part in the evening. He had deftly re-tied
the wide white satin ribbon of the sheer white bed jacket he wore and
now the bow rested just below his padded-out breasts. The soft folds of
the jacket covered the lace bra he was wearing but that same jacket did
not even reach to his waist. He was painfully aware that the jacket did
nothing to hide the white froth of lace and streams of lavender ribbons
of the garter belt and panties he wore. If anything, the short jacket
only accentuated the matching set of totally feminine lingerie and if
the bra was partially obscured, the white bows on his garters, and his
exposed stocking tops were on full display.
"Oh sweetheart," his mother Lisa gushed. "You're just adorable in that
outfit. And you looked so lovely when you did your little routine. Oh,
do it again for me honey. And this time Ms. Paine needs to have a front
row seat." Lisa patted the sofa cushion beside her.
"Go ahead and just go back in the hallway. I'll call you when Ms. Paine
and I are ready," Lisa said.
Frankie nodded and left the room and Valerie Paine watched with
satisfaction as the streaming ribbons on his panty-clad behind trailed
behind him. He walked with his hands pointed out from his hips and took
small, mincing steps in his high heels.
Valerie sighed pleasantly and settled on the sofa next to Lisa. "I'd
say your Frankie is a fast learner. Hard to believe that just a few
weeks ago you caught him sneaking around trying on your clothes... now
look at him. In a bra and panties, garter belt, stockings and heels and
he walks just like a girl."
Lisa gave out with a contented laugh. "Well, dear," she said as she
rewarded Valerie with a soft kiss, "And thanks to you, and your help at
the store, he's had a week to get used to wearing panties and bras. And
now," Lisa giggled, "he's just a perfect little lingerie model."
Valerie smiled and warmed again to the satisfaction she felt at how much
lustful pleasure she took in emasculating Lisa's son. Oh, she thought,
and it was so much better that Lisa seemed to know no boundaries when it
came to ways to feminize him.
"Well, we've got in him in the sissiest outfit and he's quite the show
off," Lisa said. "Did you see the way he put his hands on his hips when
he opened up the jacket. How he showed off his panties. It was just
precious. I'm amazed that he hasn't shown the least little bit of
resistance."
Valerie hid a small smile behind her wine glass and relished the sense
of power she had over Frankie. He had acted on every suggestion she had
made, she thought wryly. It's amazing what he will do when he's got a
hard-on, she thought.
"So, shall we continue the fashion show?" Lisa asked brightly. "He's
got that other lingerie to model. And," Lisa said with a conspiratorial
smile, "he's going to be so surprised when we show him what else is
coming."
Lisa called out to Frankie and the young man dutifully re-entered the
room, walking slowly and taking small steps in his high heels. Frankie
knew the routine that was expected and, once again, he tugged open the
bow of the sheer bed jacket and placed one hand on each hip to put his
bra and panty set on full view.
"Turn around darling, so we can get a good view of your pretty panties,"
Valerie said. Frankie slowly rounded on his heels, put his back to the
two women, and then peaked over his shoulder at them. He was caught
wholly off-guard and opened his mouth in surprise just as the camera
flashed.
The two women applauded. "Such a precious look, he just loves showing
off his pretty undies," Lisa said with delight as she lowered the
camera. "And such a girlish pose," Valerie added.
"Oh , mother," Frankie cried out in anguish. "Oh please, you don't have
to take photos. Really you don't. Oh, oh... no..."
"Now don't be silly, dear," Lisa said archly. "After all the trouble we
went through to get you all dressed up. Besides you look lovely. Now
turn around and put your hands back on your hips. Oh, and don't be such
a sour puss. Smile."
Lisa took several more photos as Valerie suggested various poses.
Frankie forced a smile when told, even as he burned with new shame at
being photographed dressed as a sissy. Finally, the photo session was
over and Frankie was visibly relieved when Lisa said , "I think that's
quite enough. Frankie, sweetie, you can go and change now."
Frankie felt a glimmer of hope rising in him, hope that he had done
enough to satisfy them both and that he might be excused for the
evening. "Yes, yes, thank-you m-m-mother," Frankie stammered ou. "I'll
just go and change now. Oh, and thank-you Ms. Paine. I'll come back to
say good-night after I've changed."
"Say good night," Lisa exclaimed. "Oh heavens, no, darling. The night
is young. We're just getting started. And you have more of your pretty
things to model for us. You have all that lovely lingerie... Now you
just run along to my room and we'll help you get dressed in your next
outfit."
Lisa and Valerie followed the hapless young man as he returned to his
mother's bedroom and found himself gazing down at the remaining lingerie
spread on the bed. He stared at the panties, garter belt and bra and
realized with a pang of real anguish that the humiliating episode of
being undressed and then dressed again in these utterly feminine clothes
was about to be repeated. Even worse, he knew he would not be able to
conceal his excitement when his swelling cock gave him away.
"Now, darling, no time to waste," Lisa said as she removed the big,
white stain bow from his hair. "Time for a wardrobe change for the next
show!"
"I can't wait to see you in your new outfit," Valerie added as she
untied the bow of the bed jacket, slipped it off his quivering shoulders
and down his arms. Frankie stood there in his bra, garter belt, panties
and stockings and moved woodenly to the chair where he sank down and
removed his high heels and the lace-top ankle socks. The two women
watched him intently as he gingerly removed the breast forms and then
easily and quickly removed his bra.
"All right, dear, time to take off those sissy panties," Lisa sneered,
"and after you were so very anxious to put them on, too."
Valerie turned to the shuddering Frankie, pulled him to his feet and
slipped a hand inside his panties to toy with his cock. As she did so,
she slipped her other hand into the waist band of the panties and slowly
peeled them down from his behind, dragging the satin fabric and foaming
layers of lace across his swelling dick.
"Oh my, such a good girl this time," Valerie exclaimed with sarcasm.
"Your panty liner is nice and dry. And to think Mommy said you were the
kind of girl who was always wet in her panties." Frankie blushed
furiously as Valerie dropped his panties down to his ankles and he
stepped out of them quickly and sank back in the chair. He squeezed his
cock between his legs.
Lisa snatched up the garter belt from the bed and held it out to
Frankie, just out of his reach. "Here you are sweetness," she said with
a honeyed voice. "Now you just take off that adorable little sissy
style garter belt you're wearing and put on this one." Lisa turned to
Valerie. "Time for our sissy to be a little sassy I think."
Frankie rose from the chair and his mind flashed back to that time at
Stein's when Valerie put on the counter this same garter and then held
the matching panties in front of his face and toyed with the deep
ruffles of black lace. He shuddered at the memory and then quickly bent
to detach the garters from his stockings. In a matter of moments, he
was standing before the two women, dressed only in sagging hosiery and
terribly exposed.
Lisa stepped forward to hand Frankie the black lace covered garter belt
and watched with satisfaction as he quickly wrapped the new garter belt
around his waist, fastened it and then twisted it into position. He
easily found the garter tabs and attached them once more to the tops of
his stockings.
"My, my," Valerie said with a note of irony in her voice. "You
certainly seem to have taken to wearing garter belts. And to think that
you used to wear girdles. So, tell me, sweetie, now that you've been
wearing a garter belt, which do you prefer: a garter belt and hose or a
girdle with hose?"
Frankie's mind reeled as he groped for an answer to a question he knew
he would have to answer.
Lisa stepped to Valerie's side and said to Frankie, "Well, I suppose you
could try on a panty girdle next. That way you could have something to
go by..."
"Oh, no, no," Frankie said quickly. "I don't need to try on anything
else, really... "
"Well," Valerie chortled, "It seems you prefer garter belts with your
hosiery, honey. Probably because this garter belt comes with matching
panties. And you do love wearing your panties. After all, you've been
wearing panties all this week, haven't you?"
Frankie realized his uncovered cock was stirring as he stood there clad
only in the garter belt and stockings and grew even more red-faced and
anxious to cover his shameful erection.
"Yes, oh yes, all week, yes. Wearing panties," he said groping for
words. "Pa, pa, panties that match are well, well, I guess it's nice
that they match... very nice. Oh, please may I put on my panties now?"
Lisa ignored him and sank elegantly to the edge of the bed. She crossed
her legs and allowed the hem of her skirt to ride up just high enough to
expose a garter tab and the welt of her stocking top.
"Of course, Frankie might also prefer garter belts because he can show
off a little. He was such a show off in his last outfit," Lisa said.
Valerie agreed. "Showing off his garters and showing off his very pretty
panties. Yes, I got a good look at his panties," Valerie said as she
chuckled, "quite a difference from the first time I saw him when darling
Frankie was just too shy to show off his panties. Isn't that right
sweetheart?"
Frankie just nodded his head plaintively. All the talk about panties was
stirring his cock.
"Well, since you love to show off your panties," Valerie said as she
snatched up the black lace pair of panties from the bed, "it's high time
you put these on."
Frankie bit his trembling lip and reached out for the panties. He
stepped into them quickly and easily brought the ruffle that spanned the
top of his garter belt to drape over the first row of lace on his
panties. He straightened up and absentmindedly ran his hands across his
lace covered behind.
Valerie grinned widely. "Yes, darling, here you are again in the lacy,
sexy panties you love so much. Your cute little behind looks so hot in
pretty panties. Go ahead, turn around and show us," Valerie twirled a
finger in the air. "Oh, but first, do put on your heels."
Frankie edged forward and bent ever so slightly at the knees to retrieve
the black satin pumps Valerie had pointed out. He turned and sank once
more in the chair and quickly crossed one leg over the other, slipped on
one heel and then repeated the process. He rose to his feet and took a
few steps before gingerly pivoting.
Valerie toyed with the trailing ribbons on his panties and played with
the lace ruffles. She stood behind him and leaned towards his ear.
"You look so delicious in those panties, Frankie my sweet, sweet girly
boy. Why I could just eat you all up."
"You do so love wearing panties, dear," Valerie said with a side-long
glance at Lisa as she stroked Frankie's swollen cock through the
panties. "I'm so glad that your mother told me you're wearing panties
every day now."
"Oh yes, every single day now for more than a week," Lisa said with a
smile. "But I must admit I'm partial to seeing him dressed in these
panties. They are just so feminine, so very girly." Lisa paused and
put a finger to her chin. "But I'm not sure this is the look we're
going for here, though. I mean, after all, this is a fashion show."
Valerie turned to Lisa with a puzzled look just as the other woman
beckoned Frankie closer. "Sweetheart," Lisa said coyly as she stretched
out one shapely leg and lifted her foot, "Do you like these heels I'm
wearing."
Frankie stared down at the closed toe black leather heel with its wide
black ankle strap and spiked heel. His eyes roamed from the shoe, up
her shapely leg, past the flash of stocking top she had exposed, to the
hem of her black faux leather dress, up to her bosom and finally his
gaze met his mother's own.
"Why, why, yes, yes," he stammered. "I think they're very nice. I mean
they look nice. On you. They do. And, well I mean, and they are perfect
with your dress. I think."
"But do you like them? Do you really like them?" Lisa probed as she ran
her fingertips up her stocking clad and then drew them slowly to the top
of her thigh
Frankie nodded with thoughts whirling in his head, searching for an
answer that would please her. "Oh, yes, yes, Mother, I like them very
much. Very, very much."
"Oh, I'm so glad you like my heels honey. And since you like them so
much... well then... you just go ahead and take them off and wear them
yourself," Lisa said with glee in her voice. "After all we do wear the
same size. But you already know that. You've worn my shoes so many
times."
Frankie blushed again with shame at the mention furtive time dressing in
his mother's clothes. Then he looked just plain dumbfounded as Lisa
pointed to her raised heel and rasped, "Stand still, right there." He
stood motionless as she pointed her toe and then pressed the flat of the
sole into his bulging crotch. "Go ahead honey, take off my heels."
Frankie gasped. He stared down at her the sexy high heel on her
outstretched foot. With trembling fingers he fumbled with the buckle on
the ankle strap as Lisa pressed more forcefully with her shoe on his
bulging panties. He held the back of her stocking clad calf in his hand
and finally loosed he ankle strap and slipped off the high-heeled shoe.
Lisa merely nodded and pointed down to her other foot, firmly planted on
the floor. "Go ahead dear, take off my other shoe. I can't wait to see
how you look in these heels."
Frankie tried to crouch down and finally had to kneel to work the ankle
strap buckle on his mother's high heel and she lifted her foot just
enough to have him slip off the other shoe. He rose, gathered up both
high-heeled shoes and clutched them to his bare chest. As he began to
move back to the chair, Lisa's voice brought him up short.
"You can just put those shoes down for now, dear," Lisa said. "I think
you're going to love wearing those heels, after all, you've enjoyed
wearing some of my other shoes. But it just wouldn't be the same hot
look without these wonderful seamed stockings. Come over here and help
me off with my stockings and you can wear them too."
Valerie raised an eyebrow at that remark and shared a sly smile with
Lisa. "Here, Frankie, let me take those heels from you. And you can
help Mommy take off her lovely hosiery. Oh, and be careful not to snag
them honey. You can't be walking around in your fashion show with runs
in your stockings."
Valerie chuckled and Lisa inched up the hem of her dress to expose once
more the tops of her stockings and the garter tabs. A stunned Frankie
stared at his mother in disbelief and then bent over and reached out
with quivering hands.
"Now you just undo this garter first, sweetie," Lisa said as she guided
his hands toward the top of her thigh. He gulped with a dry mouth and
frowned with concentration as he undid the garter snap. Lisa leaned
back on the bed on one elbow, arched her back and lifted her leg just
high enough to slip adept fingers beneath her leg to unfasten the other
garter.
"Now baby," she cooed, "you just roll down my stockings. Gently,
gently. Don't tug honey, just roll them down ever so gently and
slowly." Battered by the emotions crashing over him, Frankie slowly
rolled down the sheer, black seamed stocking as his fingertips caressed
her thighs and then moved over the silky-smooth skin of her calf. He
gently rolled the slinky sheer film of her stocking down over her ankle
and finally eased it over her painted toes.
"Ohhh, you did that so well," Lisa said softly as Valerie stood by with
a hand in her own panties, fingering her moistening sex. "Now you just
go ahead and help me with the other stocking, too." Frankie complied and
soon was standing with the other stocking in his trembling hand and a
terrifically swollen cock bulging in his panties.
"Now darling," Valerie said with a no-nonsense tone to her voice, "take
off your hose and put on Mommy's stockings like a good girl." Valerie
hovered over him as she shook out Lisa's stockings and then handed the
streaming hosiery to Frankie.
"So, when you were sneaking about and putting on your mother's clothes,
did you put on her seamed stockings?" Valerie asked with a sneer.
Frankie shook his head and then lowered it in shame. Valerie poked a
finger to his chin and raised his face to hers. "Well, then there's
something else you need to learn so you can dress up. You put on seamed
stockings by gently rolling them right along the seam -- so you can keep
that seam nice and straight -- and you put it on the same way."
Frankie swallowed and bit his lip as slipped back into the chair and
began to take off the stockings he was wearing. He took the seamed hose
that was held out to him and tentatively began to roll it between his
fingers. The silky fabric was warm to his touch. He slowly rolled the
stocking over his pointed toes, past his ankle and eased in up past his
smooth calf. He looked up to a nod of approval from Valerie and
continued unit the silky stocking was sheathing his leg and the welt was
just in reach of his garter tab. Frankie quickly hooked the garter on
top of his soft thigh and then stood to fasten the garter trailing down
his round soft ass. He sat down quickly, hoping to hide is now hugely
aroused cock and easily put on the other stocking.
"Like I said," Valerie observed as she turned to Lisa, "your little
Frankie is certainly a fast learner."
Lisa smiled and nodded. "Well after he puts on his high heels, we'll
see how well he did in keeping his seams straight. I'll be very
disappointed if they're all crooked. " She chuckled and Frankie reached
out for the high heels his mother had been wearing. He quickly slipped
them on now that he knew the intricacies of managing and buckling the
ankle strap. He stood and took a few tentative steps before becoming
sure of his balance and then turning to show the seams in his stockings.
Valerie circled around the young man in his high heels and seamed
stockings and nodded appreciatively to Lisa. "My, my he certainly seems
to have the knack of putting on hose," Lisa said. "God knows he had
enough practice in my absence putting on my hose and girdles." Frankie
bit his lip and hung his head in a new wave of shame.
"Valerie, why don't you show Frankie how to get that last little bit of
a wave out of his hose and straighten the seams perfectly. I just had
another idea for his outfit so I'll just be a few minutes in my sewing
room." With that Lisa leaned in for a warm kiss which Valerie eagerly
returned.
As soon as Lisa left, Valerie quickly steered Frankie out of the room
and back to the full-length mirror at the end of the hallway. In a
moment she had him with his back to the mirror, peering over his
shoulder at one stocking sheathed leg extended behind him. Valerie
guided his hand up the wave in the seam of the stocking and then showed
him how to tug the seam straight as he refastened the garter.
"Oh, you see, there's nothing to it," Valerie said with satisfaction.
"If the seams are nearly straight to begin with, it's quite simple to
make those last little adjustments. " Valerie ran her finger tips up his
thigh and smoothed an imaginary sag in the hose from the back of his
leg. Frankie shuddered with ill-concealed delight. Valerie squeezed the
bulge in his panties and elicited his soft moan of pleasure.
"So you love wearing panties and stockings, hmm," she said as she arched
an eyebrow and looked critically at the stocking seam on his other leg.
"Well you just go ahead and straighten that other seam, it needs a bit
of work." She stroked his cheek. "And then just imagine showing off
your legs, in seamed stockings, with a nice black A-line skirt. Ohhh,"
she said with a soft breath in his ear, "so many more girly things to
teach you and so many wonderful new things for you to wear, honey."
Frankie bent to his task with his back to the mirror, glancing over his
shoulder from time to time as he worked his stocking from the Cuban heel
to the first small wave. He stood up with a look of genuine anxiety on
his face.
"Is this all right now, Ms. Paine|?" he asked plaintively. "Are the
seams on my stockings straight now?" He turned to look over his
shoulder again in the mirror and stood a bit taller as if to will the
seams into a straight line. Then he turned to face the mirror and as he
turned and saw his bare, flat chest. He gaped at his made-up face and
glanced down at the panties he wore. Once more he was reminded that he
was a man dressing in the most intimate of women's clothes. Tears welled
in his eyes.
Valerie stepped forward and stroked his cock through his panties. "Yes
darling," she said as she folded her fingers around this bulging shaft,
"nice and straight just like something else, hmmm. Now isn't this so
much better than dressing up like a sissy? Isn't it?
"Yes, well, no, I mean..." The words he spoke trailed off as a tear
rolled down his cheek. The feel of his hard dick rubbing inside his
panties was almost more than he could bear. The thought of being
dressed in the sexy seamed stockings and high heels, in make-up, in
panties made nearly swoon as he tried without success to relax.
"Oh, are you crying honey?" Valerie asked in mock sympathy. "What's
wrong dear?"
"This, this," he said urgently as he covered his bare chest with his
crossed arms. "Look at me. I don't have real breasts. I'm not a girl.
I'm wearing girl's panties, and stockings and high heels. But I look
like a boy wearing a girl's clothes. And all this make-up... I, I,
well, oh, oh, don't you see, I look like a sissy."
Valerie listened to the words that came haltingly from his painted lips
and sensed not resistance, but humiliation, utter humiliation. It
thrilled her in ways that made her leer at him with lust. And it
thrilled her even more to know that she had caused it. Valerie began to
stroke his hard cock through the sateen panties with one hand, and
brushed back his hair with the other. She reached out with a finger-
tip to wipe away the tear from his cheek.
"Well," she whispered, "you don't have to be a sissy now. Why don't we
get rid of all that make-up that has you looking and feeling like a
sissy? How would that be, honey? Would that be better?" Valerie
continued to stroke his cock and saw his lips part in wordless pleasure.
"You just go back to the vanity and I'll make it all better."
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