Mother s Model Son In Black Lace Lingerie Part I
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Frankie clattered down the short hallway in his high heels with Valerie
close behind. Dressed as he was in his high heels, seamed black
stockings, black lace panties with matching garter belt and bra, he
looked like a young woman in a very big hurry. And indeed, he was.
Dressing in this tantalizing and very feminine lingerie, having his
make-up done to perfection and then seeing himself in the full-length
mirror had been all too much for the poor young man to take.
His throbbing cock, having been expertly milked by Valerie, was now
soaking his lovely panties with cum. He cringed at the thought that
Valerie knew he had gotten far too excited and a deep humiliation
flustered him even as he scampered into his mother's room. And soon
enough his mother would know too. He stole one plaintive look at
himself in the mirror over the dresser and turned to face Valerie and
then lowered his head in painful shame and embarrassment.
Valerie relished every moment of this new torment and found Frankie's
latest predicament thrilling. She appraised him silently for a moment
as he stood before her with his head drooping, quivering, as his hands
with the polished nails dangled limply at his waist.
"Well," Valerie snapped. "What are you waiting for Frankie? I don't
see how we can have you model your lingerie set now that you've made a
mess of your panties. Don't just stand there. Take off your panties!"
Frankie made a move to sit down on the edge of his mother's bed and
Valerie snatched his hand in her own, pulling him upright. "Don't you
dare," she said as she warmed to every new demand she made of him.
"Don't you dare sit down on your mother's bed and spill your mess all
over her satin bedspread. Stand up."
Frankie choked back the sob in his throat and regained his footing.
With trembling hands, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his
panties and gingerly pulled them down.
"Starting the festivities without me," Lisa said as she returned to the
room with small suitcase in her hand. Lisa put the case down on her
dresser and turned to face the young man who cringed in front of her.
Frankie froze in place just as his now limp cock slipped from his
panties. He stood there, exposed, looking helplessly first at Lisa and
then at Valerie.
"Oh Lisa," Valerie exclaimed in mock anxiety. "Frankie has gone and
made a mess of his pretty lingerie. And..." she said with pointed
emphasis. "He didn't use his panty liner either. He's wet his
panties..."
Lisa groaned aloud. "Don't tell me he's wet his panties again with all
his nasty, sticky cum." Lisa turned steely eyes towards Frankie.
"Did you come in your panties, Frankie?"
Frankie hung his head and nodded as he mashed his painted lips in a
humiliated grimace.
"And you didn't wear a pantyliner, did you?"
Frankie raised his head and answered the question with another silent
shake of his head.
Lisa stepped toward him and took the waistband of his panties in her
fingertips. She slowly pulled them down past the shapely curve of his
behind and left them hanging mid-thigh. Frankie moaned and shook with
shame.
"Well, what are you going to do about these wet panties?" Lisa asked as
she stared at him. "They'll just be ruined with this mess you made.
So, what are you going to do?"
Frankie quaked with embarrassment as his mother confronted him. "Well,
well, I... I... can wash them mother. I can wash them by hand... I can
wash my panties."
Lisa stared into Frankie face as she tugged with the waistband of his
panties. "Oh, you'll wash them alright. And you'll be washing my
hosiery, too. But not just yet." Lisa cast a devilish grin in
Valerie's direction. "So, I'll tell you what you are going to do. You
are going to wear wet panties until I tell you to take them off. Do you
understand me young lady?"
Frankie nodded furiously in assent as he cringed from her scathing tone.
Wet or not, he thought, at least he could cover himself. He bent
slightly at the waist and began to pull his panties up with his
fingertips, when Lisa slapped his hands away.
"Did I tell you to pull you panties up?" she demanded.
"Oh, mother," Frankie said anxiously. "You told me to wear my wet
panties until you told me to take them off. So, I just..."
"You just what? Well, I'll tell you what. Don't you dare touch your
panties until I say so. You are going to learn one way or another to do
what you are told." Lisa paced around him like a tigress sizing up her
prey.
"Turn around and bend over! Now!"
Frankie responded mechanically and bent over the edge of the bed.
"More," Lisa demanded. "Bend over. Farther."
Frankie bent over even further, planted his high heels together, then
reached out and put his hands on the bed to steady himself before
finally sinking down on his elbows. His panties slipped to his knees.
Valerie stepped behind him and ran her fingertips up the insides of his
stocking-clad thighs. She toyed with the garter straps. She reached
higher still to tug the garters even more tautly. Then, she cupped her
hand around his balls before gently stroking his limp cock. She dropped
his panties to his ankles and stepped back, immensely pleased by this
turn of events.
Lisa opened the small case atop her dresser and proceeded to place four
graduated-size, hot pink butt plugs on top of her dresser. She turned to
Valerie and said in a hushed voice, "Oh, it's been years since I've done
this... Frankie's father, oh... you have no idea dear."
"Oh," Valerie said gleefully, "perfect, just perfect. Like father like
son. I see you have graduated sizes. A training assortment. Now I do
think we should start him off small and work up to it. He's going to
love it. I just know it. "
Frankie stared at the two women in consternation and confusion. He had
never seen a plug before and the comment about starting small confused
him even further. There was, however, no confusion in his mind when
Valerie stepped back behind him and easily guided his high-heeled feet
further apart as she ran her hands down his silky stockings. She spread
his legs as wide as the waist band of his panties would allow. She
admired Frankie's rounded ass and rubbed an open palm across his shapely
behind.
"He does have such a darling derriere, doesn't he?" Lisa said to
Valerie. "Just like a girl. And he's always had those wide hips. I
just love what that garter belt does to make it even more inviting. And
the seams on his stockings. Why it's almost as if they are pointing
right to his little rosebud."
Valerie nodded and grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, yes, the boys are
going to love getting a piece of that. Some girls, too, I'll bet." She
traced a fingertip around the pink opening of his ass and bent down to
kiss both smooth cheeks, leaving a perfect lipstick print beside each
garter strap. Frankie groaned softly. Valerie stepped to one side,
reached around him to grab his discarded white ruffled panties with the
lavender trim, slipped them over his now swelling cock and slowly
stroked it.
Lisa meanwhile had, with the knowledge of long practice, perfectly
lubricated the small plug. She stepped forward and gently rubbed the
tip of it around the rosebud of Frankie's ass and was rewarded with a
soft moan as Frankie arched his back.
Valerie leaned forward and kissed his neck and whispered in his ear...
"Take a deep breath honey..." Nearly hypnotized by her soft voice and
now painfully aware of his rising cock, he complied and then, when she
told him, he exhaled slowly.
At that moment, he felt a stab of pain that flashed white and hot
through him and he cried out more in panic than fright as he writhed and
bent more deeply pressing his now folded arms deeper into the satin bed
cover. The pain lasted but a moment, quickly subsided, and became
instead a full feeling that engulfed him. He arched his back again as
Lisa inserted the top third of the well-lubed plug in his tight ass,
gently drawing it out slowly and inserting it again and yet again.
Frankie moaned and pushed back each time she partially withdrew plug.
She nearly withdrew it entirely and was rewarded with a deep groan from
Frankie. Lisa looked at Valerie, smiled knowingly and nodded.
Lisa eased out the plug one last time and then slowly slipped it deeper
into Frankie's loosening ass. He moaned deeply. Valerie was thrilled
as she felt a new wave of hungry lust sweep over her and she continued
to slowly stroke Frankie's now furious hard-on.
"Don't stop, oh don't stop," he pleaded. Valerie heard his breath come
in shallow gasps and continued to stroke his hard, hot cock until she
sensed a coming spasm. Expertly she slipped two fingers down the base
of his cock and pinched the shaft. She warmed with her own excitement
and was only dimly aware that Valerie had used that moment to slip the
plug more deeply into place, pushing the wide part of the well-lubed
plug into a clinch. Lisa felt Frankie tense for a moment and then sag
towards the bed as Valerie loosened her grip on the shaft of his cock.
And in that moment of his release Lisa leaned in to slide the plug past
his open rosebud and deep enough to hear the small pop and his final
gasp that accompanied his very first plugging.
Valerie turned, stood and kissed Lisa passionately. She leaned back
from the torrid kiss and pointed to to Frankie in his panties and bra,
garter belt, stockings and high heels, now sagging on the bed. "How
nice," she whispered. "He got so excited. I want to do that next
time," she whispered more urgently. She kissed Lisa again and moaned,
"Oh, god, that's so hot."
Lisa returned the younger woman's warm kiss and then turned her gaze on
Frankie. A new light shined fiercely in her eyes as she realized how
completely submissive he had become and how easy it was now to bend him
to her will. It thrilled her in a way she had not felt in years.
"Stand up," she commanded the hapless young man. "Stand up right now
and pull up your panties."
Thoroughly cowed now, shuddering with shame, Frankie realized there was
no way he could hide his arousal even as he slipped the white ruffled
panties from off his slick penis. He quickly pushed himself to his
feet, tottered for a moment on his high heels and then turned away from
the two women. He bent awkwardly as he felt the plug pressing in him,
tugged at the panties tangled around his ankles and daintily pulled them
to his waist. They were damp with his excitement and he felt the last
of his release seeping into the soft folds. He had crossed a line now
and he knew it, a line from which there was no turning back. He turned
back to face the two women and he knew he would do whatever they wanted.
Valerie advanced on Frankie and busied herself arranging the lace on his
garter belt so that it flowed seamlessly into the layers of lace of his
panties. She caught a glimpse of Lisa freshening up her lipstick in the
dresser mirror.
"Well I must say that the posture training worked wonders," Valerie said
with a chortle. "Look at how nicely Frankie stands up now." She smiled
wickedly and turned back to Frankie.
"You see how much better it is when you stand up nice and straight. You
want to be sure and show off your breasts honey. I mean, even if you
don't have nice full breasts yet, a padded bra does wonders for a girl's
figure."
Lisa added her voice in assent. "Oh yes, much better. You see,
Frankie, even if you don't have real breasts yet honey, standing up with
your shoulder back just pushes your bust forward. Just look at yourself
in the mirror.
A new wave of humiliation washed over Frankie and even as he dared not
hunch his shoulders the mention of real breasts made his heart sink.
Still he turned to see his profile in the mirror and was transfixed by
the sight, much to the amusement of the two women who traded knowing
smiles.
"Yes, yes," Lisa said. "Much better. But still, I can't help but think
there's something missing. Oh, I mean my heels and those seamed
stockings he's wearing are just perfect with all that black lace..."
"And," Valerie said as she toyed with the ribbon trailing over his
panty-covered behind, "I just love the lace trimmed choker and the lacy
gloves. Why except for those divine heels of yours Lisa, he's just a
model in black lace."
Lisa snapped her fingers in an instant of inspiration, stepped quickly
to her closet and retrieved the faux leather bolero jacket she had been
wearing earlier. She slipped behind Frankie.
"Put on this jacket darling," she said as she draped the jacket open
over Frankie's shoulders. He complied and found his arms sliding down
buttery soft sleeves as the jacket slipped on easily. Lisa took him by
the hand, and gently turned him towards her. She took a step back and
appraised the cross-dressed young man. "Now," she commanded him, "Let
me get a look at you. Turn around." Frankie stepped back a half step,
turned and paused. Lisa sighed contentedly.
"Well Valerie," Lisa said. "Now we have our model in black lace... and
black leather."
Pulled this way and that, having been dressed in bra and panties and
heels and hose, having been made-up to look like a model then plugged, a
look of real petulance crossed over his face. As he turned again to
face the two women, he placed his hands on his hips.
"Just, perfect," Valerie said with glee. "We have got to get a picture
of him with that look. Leather and lace. I love it."
Lisa nodded appreciatively. "I think we're finally ready for the next
part of show. Frankie, just do exactly what you did when you modeled
your last outfit for us. Don't forget to take small steps in your heels
honey. And hold out your hands, too. Just give a moment to settle
in..."
"Oh... and darling, do touch up your lipstick before you come in..."
Frankie stood in shocked silence as the two women left the room. The
experience of how his mother Lisa, and her demanding friend Valerie, had
plugged him--no, how they had forced him to bend over, how they had
teased and tormented him before Lisa finally fully inserted the butt
plug between the smooth white cheeks of his behind--sent a shiver
through him. Worst of all, they had both seen him driven to a writhing
orgasm as they plugged him. In his stockings and high heels, with his
panties down around his ankles, he could not control his excitement.
They both saw it, too, they knew they had made him cum and his new shame
was boundless.
Frankie took a few steps across the room with no idea that he was
walking easily, even gracefully in his high heels. He felt the pink
plug firmly inserted in his ass with every step he took. And he was
shamefully aware that his now limp cock rested in panties damp with his
own cum. He glanced at himself in the dresser mirror again and was
amazed once more at how feminine they had made him look. His gaze
drifted down from his perfectly made-up face to the lace choker around
his neck and then to the lace and ribbons of the bra he wore.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the froth of lace around his waist
until the reflection in the mirror revealed the tapered tips of three
butt plugs. The toys were lined up by ascending order of size on the
dresser. Frankie gasped as he finally realized the full meaning of
Valerie Paine's plan to start him off small and work up. Oh but she
didn't mean it he thought. How could he ever manage those other plugs.
Oh, he thought, they wouldn't make him do it, but he knew he was wrong.
That realization sent a new shudder through him and he cringed at the
sight the largest plug.
He turned away and closed his eyes to the sight, willing himself to stay
calm and quiet. And then a new curiosity came over him. He reached out
tentatively to the lid of the the small case next to the pink plugs.
With trembling fingers, he gingerly lifted the lid and his painted lips
formed silent circle of surprise as he peeked inside. Nestled in neat
cut-outs were a number of other toys--dildos in pink and purple from
short to long both some with ribs and some with knobs, and a string of
small balls -- and tucked away in a corner was a thick, meaty phallus of
a flesh-colored dildo complete with a jutting set of testicles. Frankie
gasped aloud at this discovery and he found himself prodding the big toy
gently with an outstretched finger. He was dazed by the feel of it and
his mind whirled in agitation as he contemplated its uses.
He shook himself free and gently closed the lid of the case. As if in a
dream he found himself treading a well-worn path back to the vanity and
was only faintly aware of the ringing clicks his high heels made on the
floor. Frankie woodenly picked up the lipstick and brush from the vanity
and touched up his painted lips. In a few moments he was done and he
stepped back from the vanity mirror to take in his reflection once more.
The sight made him miserable at first. They had made him over so
completely now, he was so positively and completely feminized, that he
hardly knew what more could happen to him.
Suddenly, Frankie found himself breaking into a smile. With a start he
realized he had only one more set of lingerie to model. One more time
to dress up and it would be all over. There were no more outfits to
wear after that. And, he thought with growing relief, it would be his
fourth outfit of the night. He would have dressed four times. And, he
reasoned, he had worn panties all week and had been all dressed up after
coming home from the store. That made ten times, he thought, and his
mother had said his punishment was to dress up thirty times. The
numbers tumbled through his head again and again when he was startled
from his musings.
"Oh my, aren't we just mesmerized." Valerie had slipped into the
doorway and now she stepped close to the quaking young man. "You love
what you see in that mirror, don't you darling? All dressed up. But
you've kept us waiting far too long haven't you?"
Frankie nodded and smiled up at the lovely woman. "Oh, yes, Ms. Paine,"
he said evenly. "I'm so sorry. But I'm ready to model this outfit now.
Really, I'm... I'm all ready. I touched up my lipstick and I'm ready
now. And then I can model the next outfit."
Now it was Valerie's turn to be surprised. And she was taken aback by
Frankie's seeming willingness. It was so much more fun, she thought,
when she could push him and force him to do what she wanted.
"Well, then," she said evenly. "It will be the same as before. You
come out and show your mother your pretty lingerie and be our little
fashion model. Then we'll decide what to do about your next outfit."
Valerie made as if to leave the room and suddenly whirled around. "Of
course, before you model your next outfit, we'll have to change that
plug we shoved in your ass, honey. You enjoyed the first one so much, I
can hardly wait to see how you like the large sizes." She stepped
towards him and fondled his cock through his panties, and it thrilled
her as it rose under her hand. "I'll just bet you shoot loads of hot cum
again. And then you'll be modelling another pair of wet panties."
Valerie smiled wickedly as Frankie seemed to shrink before her. He
gasped again and hung his head sorrowfully. Valerie put a hand under
his chin and raised his face.
"What's the matter baby?" she cooed. "Aren't you having fun? I am!"
Valerie tugged him towards the door, still gripping his cock through the
sateen fabric of his panties. She let him go and strode quickly towards
the living room and an expectant Lisa.
Valerie turned and curled a perfectly manicured finger in Frankie's
direction, beckoning him forward. Frankie took small mincing steps and
walked into the room. In his mind's eye he saw himself bent over again,
with his panties down around his ankles and he stumbled a bit just as
Valerie's voice reached out to him.
"Frankie is wearing the latest lingerie from Maiden Mode and he has
daringly paired his panties, bra and garter belt from the Ribbons and
Lace collection with... leather. Of course, the leather bolo jacket is
perfect in combination... just short enough to show off the delicious
layers of lace that tumble down from his garter belt over his panties."
Valerie caught Frankie's eye and made an exaggerated motion to draw her
hands towards her waist. Frankie nodded numbly and placed a hand on
either hip.
"Leather heels with a broad ankle strap and black full-fashioned seamed
stockings give him that naughty girl look. Yes, indeed, the Secrets
lingerie set from Maiden Mode really is a little naughty. After all
what girl... or boy... doesn't have a few naughty secrets tucked away."
Valerie laughed and Lisa clapped her hands gleefully. "Oh Frankie,
darling, you're just the perfect model. I love that pout of yours honey.
Now turn around and show me the ribbons on your panties. Look at me."
Frankie turned towards his mother and was captured again in a photo
flash. For several minutes the two women called for various poses and
Frankie turned this way and that in lock step to their commands. With
dozens of photos now in hand, Valerie and Lisa settled together on the
couch and began to talk about the cross-dressed young man standing
plaintively in front of them.
"He seems to have taken to walking in heels," Valerie said.
Lisa sipped her wine. "Well, as I told you, he's had quite a bit of
practice in my absence. No reason why he shouldn't. Still I think it
would be best to make him wear heels every day."
"Nice legs too. You simply must make him show off those legs. You'll
just have to keep him in skirts."
"Well I don't know. He does seem very fond of showing off his pretty
lingerie. He's been prancing around in a bra and panties all night.
Maybe he just loves to show off all those bows and ribbons and lace."
Lisa nodded at Frankie.
"Isn't that right dear?" she asked coyly. "You do love walking around
showing off your pretty things all dressed in women's fine lingerie.
I'll bet if you had your way, you'd wear your prettiest lingerie every
single day. And to think, you have another pair of pretty panties... a
bra... and a garter belt to model for us. You must be so excited."
Frankie looked anxiously from one woman to the other. It was almost
over he told himself. Just once more he thought and he found himself
nodding in agreement."
"Well," Lisa exclaimed as she rose from the couch, "It's time to get
this darling young man dressed like a woman again."
"Yes," Valerie said firmly as she wrinkled her nose, "And finally out of
those wet panties he's wearing."
The two women slipped their arms around one another and laughed.
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