Mother's Model Son: In His Totally Fem Fashion Show (The Final Chapter) free porn video

Frank thought ruefully that nothing could be more humiliating than to be a man dressed in a bra and panties, garter-belt, stockings and high heels to please two demanding women. Now, he realized with a new shame that shriveled his manhood, it was even more terrible to be undressed by those women even as they prepared to put him new, frothy lingerie loaded with lace, ribbons and bows. Even worse, he now stood there naked. From the neck down he knew he looked like a man even though his body was slim, lithe and completely smooth. But above the black lace choker he still wore, there was an attractive woman staring back at him every time he looked in the mirror. His long hair was parted on one side and combed over in a soft wave that fell to his shoulder. His long eyelashes fluttered over doe-shaped eyes, wide, lined and deeply shadowed. His cheeks glowed with a soft rose blush and his lips glistened with a gloss that made them look wet and soft. And neither of the two women cared at all about his naked shame. Nor did they care that he squirmed anxiously from time to time, feeling the butt plug tucked tightly past his little puckered rosebud. "Oh these are just darling," Lisa said, as she held up a pair of deep lavender sateen panties, covered in layers of lavender lace and accented with a black ribbon threaded through the waist and tied in the back with a bow and trailing streamers of ribbon. "I am so glad he picked out this bra and panty set." She turned to Valerie. "Now mind you, this is not something I would have picked myself. He never would have found a pair of panties like these in my dresser drawer." Lisa sighed. "Still, for my darling Frankie they're just too perfect. Especially since he loves to dress in women's clothing. So feminine, why I can't imagine any boy could wear them and not feel girlish." Frank squirmed in embarrassment, and not just at how easily his mother used 'Frankie' -- his feminine name. He stood in shocked silence as he remembered all the humiliation he endured when his mother forced him to shop for lingerie. And then there was Valerie Paine, the sales clerk who heaped the sales counter with panties and matching bras and garter belts and shocked him into stunned tongue-twisted silence. Valerie nodded. "That whole line of lingerie is very popular with younger women. They love to wear it and let their boyfriends get a peek at all that lace. When you came into the store and told me that your son was wearing your lingerie and needed his own panties, why I just knew he would go crazy for these." Lisa laughed. "Well it came as surprise to me. I thought he would buy just one pair of panties. But no, he had to have every pair you showed him. Then, before you know it, he was buying up the store." Both women laughed and Frankie cringed before them, abject in his humiliation. Valerie snatched up the bra that matched the panties Lisa was holding and held it out to Frankie. He took the bra wordlessly and easily fastened it around his chest, slipped his arms through the bra straps and then reached down to the chair behind him for two breast forms. He slipped each form into place, adjusted the straps to raise the cups and used both hands to settle the bra squarely on his chest. Lisa casually took the matching garter belt from her bed and held it out for her son. "I'm so glad you showed him how to adjust his bra when he puts in on, Valerie," Lisa said complacently. She stopped to admire the garter belt with it's wide band of lavender lace and the black ribbon that circled the waist, coursing through eyelets, before ending in a bow. "He has those breast forms just right, I'd say. Good practice until he can grow into those cups on his own." Valerie nodded as Frankie took the garter belt and quickly fastened it around his waist. "He definitely looks like a B-cup body type. But you were thinking about getting him up to a larger size, weren't you?" "Yes, yes," Lisa said with a contemplative voice. "I was thinking about helping him along to a full C-cup size. But you're right..." Lisa stopped to look over her son as he finished adjusting his garter belt. "He is quite slender, maybe he would look more natural with smaller breasts." Frankie bit his lip and blushed with embarrassment as he thought about enlarging his breasts. He looked anxiously from one woman to the other and dangled his hands with their polished finger nails in front of his stirring cock. He eased back into his chair and pinned his cock between his thighs. Lisa handed a pair of sheer, nearly nude toned stockings to the totally flustered young man. With practiced ease he gently rolled each stocking in turn over his painted toe nails, up over his smooth shaved legs and quickly fastened his garters. In a moment more he was on his feet smoothing his nylons and tightening the garters before settling back in his chair and squeezing his legs together again to cover his stiffening cock. Lisa and Valerie nodded and exchanged knowing smiles. "Now Frankie, darling, do be ever so careful with your hose," Lisa said. "I don't want to see any runs in those stockings or I can assure you there will be consequences. You'll find yourself back at Stein's buying new hosiery."" Frankie nodded. "Oh, yes mother, yes, yes," he stammered "I'll be careful." And he meant it, too. His stomach rolled into a knot as he remembered how humiliating it was to shop for lingerie, dressed as a man and surround by all the most intimate women's apparel. Valerie stepped forward and ran her hand up his stocking clad thigh. "You do have nice legs, honey," she said with a smile. "Great legs to show off with skirts and heels..." Valerie checked herself, stood stock still, shook her head and looked at Lisa. "Oh, and I was having so much fun playing girly dress-up with your son, that I almost forgot my little surprise." Valerie left the room and returned moments later with a Stein's shopping bag dangling from her hand. "Here you go sweetie," she said as she handed the bag to Frankie. "You can model these with your next outfit." Frankie took the bag and with trembling hands removed a box. He lifted the lid, brushed away a wisp of tissue paper, and gasped aloud as he sunk back in the chair. Lisa stepped forward and lifted a pair of strappy, open toe high heels in pale lavender from the box and dangled them in front of his face. "Aren't these just darling," she cooed to Frankie. "Don't you love the ankle strap? And just this little strap over the top of the instep. And a stiletto heel, too. Why Frankie, you'll be able to show off your pretty painted toe-nails when you wear these. And you won't have to borrow a pair of my heels either." Lisa smiled smugly at Frankie and turned to Valerie. "You know, he was wearing a pair of my heels when I came home and caught him all dressed up like a girl. Can you imagine?" Valerie chortled with a throaty laugh and bent down to put her face close to Frankie's. "Go ahead, honey, put on your very first pair of your own high heels. Aren't you excited to have your own heels now... why it's such a big girl moment for you." Frankie barely nodded as he reached up and took the heels from his mother. He gingerly placed one heel on the floor beside his chair and then bent to slip the other shoe over his stocking covered foot. With each movement he felt the plug nestled snugly in his behind. He fumbled in silence as he struggled with the thin ankle strap and its small clasp. With a sigh he took up the other shoe put that one on too. He sat with his knees pressed tightly together and stared down at the heels. "Don't you just love those heels?" Valerie asked. "And your stockings are just perfect with them. Nice and sheer. Oh," she exclaimed as she reached out and pulled him to his feet. "Walk around a bit and see how they feel." Frankie rose from his chair and took one tentative step. He realized he was wearing only a bra and garter belt and he choked back a sob as his swollen cock swung out in front of him as he walked. "That's it darling," Lisa said. "Walk around a bit a get used to your new heels. I'm sure you did that when you put on my heels, didn't you? Oh, but you walk so well in heels, you really must have had lots of practice wearing my shoes." Frankie nodded as he continued to take small steps around the room. He could feel the plug in his behind with every step he took. Even so, he was used to wearing heels and walking in them. There was no point now in pretending he did not. "Yes, yes," he stammered. "I did have to practice so I could walk in high heels." Lisa smiled broadly. "Well darling this is just the beginning of all the practice you'll be doing. Oh, and by the way, don't you have something to say to Ms. Paine?" Frankie looked at his mother and Valerie in confusion for a moment and then lowered his head. He stared past his erection to gaze at his new high heeled shoes. He looked up at Lisa then at Valerie. "Thank you Ms. Paine for giving me these shoes... for my high heels..." Lisa interjected, "For the first pair of your own high heels." "Yes, yes, of course. Thank you very much Ms. Paine for giving me my first pair of my own high heels." Valerie smiled in turn. "Well, I am so happy you like them. And it's nice to know that you are so fond of high heels. There's nothing more feminine than strolling down the street in a pretty dress and high heels. You'll see." Frankie shuddered at the thought of wearing a dress and high heels in public and squeezed the thought out of his mind even as his swelling cock betrayed his excitement. Frankie sank back down in the chair and pressed his erection between his thighs mortified yet again that he had been forced to walk around the room fully exposed. He lifted his head and risked a hopeful smile he directed towards his mother. "Oh, I have my bra and my garter belt and stockings on now," he said plaintively. "May I please put on my panties mother?" Lisa smiled. "Why of course you can dear. That's why we're here. To get you all dressed up. Go head, put on your panties and show us how pretty you look." Lisa pointed to the panties on the edge of the bed. Once again Frankie stood and his rampant cock swung free from his thighs as he stepped forward and reached for the panties covered in layers of lace and trimmed in ribbon. He turned to hide his shame from the two women and put one hand on the bed as he struggled to slip one high- heeled foot through the leg opening of the panties. "Oh Frankie," Valerie exclaimed as she put a hand out to steady the young man. "You've had so much practice wearing heels. Do you need more practice putting on your panties?" Frankie shook his head. "No, no, I know how to put on panties. I don't need to practice," he said, fearing what more panty practice might entail. Maybe I just need to take off my heels first." "Oh, but you just put them on honey," Valerie said with a sneer. "You'll just have to learn how to put panties on over your heels. After all, someday you'll need to take them off while you're wearing heels. Men seem to like that. So you just go ahead honey, try sitting down first." Frankie nodded and returned to his chair and realized his erect shaft was again on full display. He tried draping the panties over his lap. The ruffles and sateen fabric were a torment to him and he quickly bent to wriggle the panties over one high heel and then the other. He stepped into the panties, rose unsteadily on his feet and then and drew the froth of lace quickly up his legs, over his thighs and snugged them to his waist when he was brought up short. "Darling," Lisa asked with an edge in her voice. "You know how easily you wet your panties. Aren't you forgetting something?" Frankie looked at her in confusion for a moment and then a new wave of shame came over him. He hung his head miserably and he barely whispered, "I forgot my panty liner." "I didn't hear you," Lisa said with a snarl. "Speak up. What did you forget?" Frankie raised his head and shame glinted in his eyes. "I forgot... I forgot... oh, do I need to wear a panty liner?" Valerie smiled and came forward to slip a finger into the waistband of his panties. With her other hand she squeezed his hard cock through the sateen panty fabric. "Oh, does our girl need a panty liner because it's her time?" "Hmm, is that it?" "No, no," Frankie said and shook his head as Valerie tightened her grip on his shaft. "Oh, please no..." "But you do seem to get your panties wet so often," she said in an even voice as she released his cock and cupped his now aching balls in her hand. Valerie moved closer and breathed her question into his ear. "Why do you get your panties wet, Frankie? Oh, is it because you get so excited that you cum in your panties, honey, is that it?" Frankie squeezed his eyes shut. This new humiliation shook him even as the thought of spurting his hot spunk in the silky panties made him ache. The mere thought of it was driving his erection to tent the fabric with an all too obvious bulge that betrayed his excitement to both women. "Why don't I just pull your panties down now and put in your panty liner," Valerie said with mock concern in here voice. "And don't you worry, I'll have them right back up as soon as I put in your liner." Valerie hooked her index fingers into the waist band of his frilly panties and slowly tugged them down off his waist and down his hips to the middle of his thighs. Frankie's erection swung free and Valerie repeatedly brushed the back of her hands against it as she pressed the panty liner in place in his panties. She slowly tugged his panties back to his waist and gently rubbed the palm of her hand across the bulging fabric. She arched an eyebrow and put her hands on his hips. "Now when you get a little wet down there, you won't ruin your pretty panties. Isn't that so much better, sweetheart?" Frankie nodded. "Yes, yes... it's better," he said with a quiet moan edging his voice. Lisa strode over to her shame-faced son. "Wasn't it nice of Valerie to help you with your panty liner again, dearest? I'm sure she would hate to see you make a mess in your pretty panties, honey. It was so considerate of her. So what do you say to Valerie?" Frankie cringed before the two women and he could barely choke out the words he knew he had to say. "Th, th, thank, thank-you Ms. Paine ..." he stammered and the thought of what he had to say next nearly buckled his knees. "For, for... for putting a panty liner in my panties for me..." Lisa interrupted him and smiled evilly. "And why did Valerie put that liner in your panties honey?" Frankie looked up with pleading eyes into his mother's unrelenting gaze. He dropped his head and stared at the floor. "So I don't get my panties wet." Lisa stood in front of Frankie and lifted his chin with her outstretched finger. "So what do you have to say now?" Frankie stared at his mother for a moment and then dropped his head in shame. "Thank you Ms. Paine for putting the panty liner in my panties, so I don't get my panties wet." Lisa snorted. "Well that's a bit better, but that's still not what you need to say to Ms. Paine. So let's try this again. Why do your panties get wet my dear? I think you know the reason. So tell me why." Lisa glanced over at Valerie who was thrilled with this new torment. "Tell us both why," she said evenly. Frankie shook with real pain. It was all too much for him. He knew he had to say something. "I, I... well my panties get wet when I get..." Frankie choked on the words. "When I get... " He hung his head in a depth of shame. "When I get excited..." Lisa nodded. "And... then what?" "Oh, oh," Frankie wailed. "Oh you must know mother. You know. You know. I cum in my panties!" Valerie laughed out loud and thrilled to hear Frankie finally admit to his panty fetish. Knowing it heightened her sense of power over the hapless young man and somehow it made her wet with her own excitement. She strolled around the now petrified Frankie and stopped in front of him to toy with the tip of his cock tenting his panties. "So what do you have to say to me now darling?" Frank quaked with a profound new humiliation and a hot flush of shame rose in his cheeks even as his thick cock filled his panties. He looked with agony first at Valerie and then into his mother's unrelenting gaze. Lisa stared him down. "I want you to thank Ms. Paine properly." Frankie shivered and twisted his hands in agony and shrank from his mother's fierce look. "Thank, thank you Ms. Paine for putting a panty liner in my panties... so, so, well, so I don't get them wet..." Frankie gasped aloud and the words poured out in a rush, "So I don't get them wet when I cum in my panties." Valerie and Lisa shared a half-astonished look. For Lisa it was more than she had hoped for when the evening began. Now she had her step-son completely tangled in his own web. "Oh," she cooed as she stepped forward to stroke his burning cheek and then held it in her palm. "You love wearing panties. Why you're just the prettiest little panty boy, aren't you dearest? So now we all know why you love to waltz around in your panties. You're just a panty boy. "I'll just bet that you would rather wear panties than anything else. Oh, and I should have known that all along. After all you've been showing off your panties all night long." Valerie saw her opening. She slipped an arm around Lisa's waist and with her free hand she stroked Frankie's other cheek. "Is that true dear? Frankie do you enjoy showing off your panties? Do you want to be a show off sissy panty boy forever? Do you just want to wear panties. Is that it? Is that why you're always asking to wear panties? Is that why you wanted to go shopping for panties? So you could wear just panties all the time? All the time?" Frankie quaked at the question. All the time. No, no, this was more than the thirty times his mother had told him he would dress up. He was dizzy with fear at this new threat. He couldn't believe they would make him wear panties all the time. It was all to much. "Oh, oh no, Ms. Paine. No, mother, please." Frankie was reeling under the onslaught of the rapid-fire questions from the two women. I don't want to wear panties all the time. Oh no, I really don't want to wear just panties." Lisa nodded to Valerie and the younger woman slipped away. Lisa put her hands on Frankie's sagging shoulders. "Well then, you're not going to wear just panties. No more walking around in panties for you tonight. How does that sound? That would be better now wouldn't it, honey?" Frankie nodded. "Oh yes," he said with a new expectation that the night would soon be over. "Yes, that would be better mother." Lisa smiled like a Cheshire cat. "After all, you're not really a panty boy are you honey?" Frankie agreed quickly. "Oh no mother, I'm not. Really I'm not a panty boy." Valerie swept back into the room and made a great show of placing a Stein's garment bag on the bed. "Oh, I am so glad to hear that Frankie is not a panty boy sissy," she said as she turned to Lisa. Lisa nodded and smiled broadly. "Yes, and so am I. It's such a relief to know he doesn't want to sashay around in just his panties anymore." Now it was Valerie's turn to smile. She bent over the bed, unzipped the garment bag then turned with a flourish to display a soft, filmy dress on a hanger. She held it up in front of a startled Frankie. "And since Frankie says he doesn't want to wear just panties, why then he can wear this dress." Frankie gasped aloud and Lisa sighed. "Oh Valerie, it's just lovely. And it's so delicate, so very feminine, its just perfect for him. Wouldn't you say so Frankie?" Frankie stood, dumbfounded, with his mouth open and his hands with their painted nails helplessly flailing the air at his sides. Valerie slipped the dress off the hanger, unzipped the dress with ease, tossed the hanger on the bed and advanced on a now quaking Frankie. "Here you are honey," she said with a wicked smile. "You just put on this dress and you can cover up your panties. Then nobody would ever think you were just a boy with a panty fetish. You would be a boy in a dress ... with high heels... stockings... a garter belt... a bra... and your panties." Valerie laughed out loud and waved the dress in his face. Lisa took Frankie by the elbow as Valerie crouched down, spread the elastic waist of the dress and then looked up at Frankie. "Just lift up your foot honey and I'll help you put on your dress." Frankie felt Lisa's grip tighten on his arm and he was in a daze as he lifted first one foot with its high heel shoe and then the other to step into the dress. In a moment more, Valerie had slipped the flimsy dress up Frankie's stocking clad legs. The rush of the fabric on his nylons felt like a soft breeze that made him shiver with, though it wasn't from the cold. Frankie let his mother guide his hands and then his arms through a fluttering sleeve. Valerie rose quickly to stride behind him and, tugging at the waist of the dress, she pulled the zipper closed. Lisa smiled and sighed again as she adjusted the dress on her son and then stood back to get a better look at him. "You have such excellent taste in women's fashions," Lisa said as she placed a tender hand on Valerie's arm. "Why, one of these days I'm going to have you pick out his whole wardrobe." Valerie leaned towards Lisa for a soft kiss. "The minute I saw it, I knew it would be perfect for him." "Well it's just about perfect for him, I'd say," Lisa said with a knowing smile. Valerie turned to Lisa with a quizzical look. Lisa pointed at Frankie. "It's such a light and airy dress, don't you see? Do you think Frankie should be wearing a full slip with his dress?" Valerie looked at Lisa with a mischievous smile of her own. "You know, I did think about that. I really did. But then, I thought, if he wore the dress without a slip he could still show off his pretty, frilly, lacy undies." Lisa chuckled. "You do have a point there. Why I can see his bra and panties right through his dress. He's adorable and such a show off, too." Frankie stood in pained silence and shook his head in consternation. Valerie took Frankie by the hand and pulled him out of the room. "Come on Frankie, time for you to get a good look at yourself in your dress." She called over her shoulder to Lisa as she headed down the hallway. "Now Lisa, you just settle in on the couch and we'll resume the Frankie fashion show right now." Frankie found himself trailing a clearly excited Valerie as she made her way to the full-length mirror at the end of the hallway. Every step he took reminded him of the plug in his behind and he stood up straighter because of it. He tottered for a moment on his high heels as she angled him towards the mirror. "Go ahead," Valerie said with a sharp edge in her voice. "Take a good look at yourself. Look at your high heels. See how nice they look with your dress." Frankie stared down at the floor and lifted his gaze to see the reflection of his high heels, his stocking covered legs and then the hem of his floral print dress in the mirror. "Lift you head, put your shoulders back," Valerie commanded. She stood over his shoulder. "That's better. Now get a good look at yourself." Frankie lifted his gaze from the hem of his skirt to his waist and saw the unmistakable outline of his panties and the garters. He looked up to the sweetheart neckline that just barely covered his lacy bra and unconsciously brought his hand with its painted nails to the middle of his chest. His gaze rose to his quivering painted lips and in a moment more he was staring deep into his own artfully made-up eyes. "Now that's just darling," Valerie sneered. She moved in front of him, thrust a hand between his legs, and squeezed his balls through his panties. Frankie let out with an anguished cry. His eyes pleaded with Valerie. "Now you're going to finish your little show, sissy," Valerie breathed into his ear. "And here's what you are going to do..." she whispered her instructions and never let loose her grip. "And you better make damned sure your Mother enjoys this, sweetie." Frankie merely nodded and when she slipped her grip and walked away, he meekly followed her. Frankie stepped into the living room and strode forward with little mincing steps as Valerie began her narrative. Every word she spoke coursed through him like electricity and reminded him of just how completely they had feminized him. "Frankie is wearing a fun and flirty summer dress by Kangma. The daring high low hem just about gives everyone a saucy glimpse at the tops of his stockings. And with the gently draped neckline, he's just the perfect picture of feminine style and grace in this dress. This darling creation is featured in deep lavender acetate with a splash of a white floral print. It's a comfortable wrap dress with a fitted pleated bodice and a sweetheart neck. The empire waist feature helps to lengthen the body's appearance. The ruched embellishment in the front of skirt, gives way to the just about naughty high low hem. The cut-scallop sleeves flutter gently on his white shoulders as he strides down the cat-walk in strappy little Ferrante high-heeled sandals. And it's sheer enough to give everyone a peek at Frankie's lovely bra and panty set...." And then, tight on cue, Frankie brought one hand with its polished nails to the center of his padded out chest even as his other hand pulled up the high cut hem of his dress to show off the panties he was wearing. Valerie licked her lips hungrily at the sight and continued her narrative. "... Covered with row upon row of lace over sateen, the Sentimental design from the Maiden Mode collection is perfect for boys who want so much to be pretty." On cue, Frankie dropped the hand at his breast to the hem of the dress and now, with both hands, lifted it to his waist. Valerie thrilled at the sight. "And, of course, no Maiden Mode lingerie ensemble would be complete without its own darling garter belt." Frankie, his lips quivering in perfect shame, dropped the hem, put his hands on his hips and turned in a circle. He took a few perfectly balanced strides in his heels and stood before his mother. He cast a furtive look at Valerie Paine and then blurted out. "Now that I am wearing this beautiful dress, and m high heels, and all my lovely lingerie, I feel like a girl, Mother... a girl who just starred in her own fashion show for tonight." Lisa applauded enthusiastically and leaped to her feet to embrace Frankie. Then she turned to Valerie for a long passionate kiss. "It is wonderful," Lisa said with an edge in her voice as she stepped away from Lisa to admire a totally shaken Frankie. "For the very first time you're finally dressed as a woman. Just the way you're supposed to be." "Oh, but mother," Frankie exclaimed suddenly, "it's not the first time." Lisa stared at her totally feminized son. "Why of course it is dear. Well, except for your little Halloween costumes over the years. Oh, but those don't count. We're only counting from the day I came home and found you all dressed up. And we still have a whole month of dress-up fun ahead, too." "Oh, mother," Frankie said with growing panic in his voice as his words came out in a torrent, "it can't be for a whole month. Don't your remember? You dressed me when we got back from shopping at Stein's. That time we met Ms. Paine." Frankie nodded anxiously in Valerie's direction. "And I have been wearing panties every day... and, and, sometimes bra, too. And oh, I was dressed up earlier. Remember, I was all dressed up when Ms. Paine arrived, and, and, then I modeled the other outfits tonight too. So you see, I have been dressed up ten times already. And, well, well... you said I only had to dress up thirty times..." "Why I never said any such thing," Lisa scoffed. "I remember distinctly what we agreed upon sweetheart. We agreed on a month of days. During that time, you are to be dressed, in all your own clothes--and not a thing from my closet or my bureau drawers or from your sister's closet or drawers-- and you will be dressed from head to toe. So you certainly aren't dressed for a day when you're just waltzing around the house in nothing but a bra and panties. "So, just in case you're still confused about what it means to be dressed from head to toe, darling, it means you do everything a woman would do and wear everything a woman would wear to be out for her day. You will style your hair. You will use make-up and do your nails. You will wear all the undergarments appropriate to your outfit. So for most of the dresses you wear that means you will also wear a bra and panties and a garter belt and hosiery. You will wear shoes to go with your dress and, more often that not, they will be high heeled shoes. And you will carry a purse and wear the right jewelry to complement your every single dress you wear." Frankie's head whirled. He was in shock. It couldn't be, it just couldn't happen, he told himself. This was all too much. He had already worn so many outfits. He just couldn't do all this again and again and again. He clutched anxiously with one hand on the hem of his dress. "Oh, oh," he cried, "but mother, this is the only dress I own..." Lisa smiled indulgently. "Well, it seems like someone I know needs to do some shopping for more dresses." "And skirts," Valerie added. "And tops... " "And shoes, of course he'll need shoes to go with his new outfits." Lisa nodded in agreement. "Yes, he can't keep borrowing my shoes." "And best of all," a chortling Valerie remarked, "starting this coming Friday, Stein's is having a huge clearance sale. Won't that be fun!"