Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 11:57:29 GMT From: Lucy Roberts Subject: A kind of daughter (TV; teen; MM, MF) " A kind of daughter " by Lucy Roberts. If you like this story please let me know, if you have ideas for the next chapters let me know Part One - many discoveries Ian had the ball and crossed it over to Tom who took it neatly in his stride and slid it into the net. The game was over. O.K. it was only a game in that park amongst friends but they'd played it like a cup final. While the boys stood chatting they were approached by a man who must have been in his early fifties. "Hello boys," he said, "I've been watching the game and some of you are pretty good. Who knows you could make footballers. I know quite a bit about football." The boys were impressed and very naïve. The man had them each stand with one foot on the ball so that he could feel their thigh muscles. Each one did it and was told how good they were. When Ian did it the man made comment about his thigh muscles but then under his breath said "Hmm nice panties." Ian went cold. He'd forgotten that he'd put a pair of his sister's panties on that morning and then in the rush to get out and play football he'd forgotten. Then the man said quietly, "stay behind when the others go." As the others slowly drifted off home Ian stood still. His mind was racing. What excuse could there be for a 14 year old to be wearing pink nylon panties? The answer was none. When they were alone the man turned to Ian and simply said, "I want to see you at my house 14 Hallwood Rd in 15 minutes and be wearing those panties." Ian knew he had no alternative. So 15 minutes later, having washed the mud off his knees and combed his hair, Ian rang the door bell at 14 Hallwood Rd. The man opened the door and let him in. "So what's your name," he asked. "Ian," "My name's Pete. Don't look so worried. I'm not going to eat you," he added. He took Ian through into the kitchen and gave him a drink and some biscuits. "Now look I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not going to tell any one what I saw this morning I just want to help you. So tell me about wearing panties." Ian thought for a moment. Should he tell a pack of lies or the truth? He looked at the man. Pete already knew he wore panties, could the truth make it any worse? He didn't think so and if Pete did want to help him that would be great. So Ian explained about how some years ago he had first put on his sister's panties. He relived before Pete how he'd really enjoyed the feel of them and how from there he had gone on to wearing other things. Finally he explained that now at times he got fully dressed as a girl. "Has any one ever seen you dressed as a girl?" Pete asked. Ian shook his head. "Could I see you in your panties?" he asked. Ian hesitated. He wanted to say no but he also wanted to say yes. He was scared of what might happen but he had long wanted some one to see him as a girl. He wanted to run away but he wanted to stay and do what the man asked. So he stood up and took off his clothes. There he was standing in just a pair of shiny nylon panties in a delicate shade of pink and his face was a similar shade. "You look very nice," said Pete. "You look so delicate. Not like a macho footballer at all but just like a girl about to blossom out." Pete motioned and Ian moved towards him. Pet reached out a hand and ran it over Ian's bottom, gently rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh through the silky material. "Do you like that?" he asked. Ian would have liked to have said no but his little cockette betrayed him by standing to attention. The truth was that he did like it. No one had ever even seen him in panties before and he had never thought of a man doing this to him but as it was happening he was getting so excited. Now Pete's other hand had gone to the front of his panties and was rubbing his hard cockette through the nylon. Needless to say it didn't take long before Ian could feel things happening and suddenly he issued a stream of cum into the panties. "I think you enjoyed that," Pete said, "I know I did. But you'd better go and get cleaned up. Take the panties off and wash them through in the bath room." Pete showed him to the bathroom and Ian took off his panties and washed them thoroughly. But he couldn't put them on and was wondering what to do when Pete came into the bathroom. "Here," he said, "giving Ian a small white thing, "here's a pair of my wife's panties. Put these on and then you can get dressed. You can bring them back some other time." Ian did as he was told. The panties were a little big for him but they were panties so he certainly wasn't complaining. He got dressed and went back into the kitchen. "Well thank you for coming," said Pete with a wry smile on his face. "I'd like you to come back next Saturday morning. Would you come?" Ian hesitated but he knew he wanted to and nodded his agreement. "Good make sure you bring something nice to wear won't you?" With that Ian was shown out. He'd only been in the house for about 30 minutes but in that time so much had changed. For the next few days Ian didn't so much as look at a pair of panties. He was worried about having been discovered and what might happen but more he was worried about how he'd enjoyed Pete touching him. He still had the pair of white panties from Pete's wife but it was Thursday before he took them out of their hiding place. Ian stripped off his clothes and held the panties up in front of his body. Should he or shouldn't he? The fear and excitement tore at his stomach like two dogs pulling at a bone. Eventually he lowered the panties towards the floor, slowly stepped into them and pulled them up. He couldn't escape, it was his destiny. He couldn't escape his desire to wear such things and he didn't think he could escape Pete. In fact he wasn't sure he wanted to. That night he went to bed wearing the panties and rubbed himself slowly as he tried to recall Pete doing it. There could be no doubt about it now, he would go back on Saturday and he would look forward to it. Next Saturday morning Ian awoke. He was excited about what lay ahead and yet still apprehensive. He had things ready. First he put on the same pink panties he had worn last week. Over these he put on a pair of black tights he had bought on Friday. He didn't have a dress and yet wanted to wear something else so he'd taken one of his sister's nighties. It was little more than a long pink t shirt but had the effect of covering his bottom and looked a bit like a dress. Over this he put his ordinary clothes. Soon he found himself knocking on the door again. This time it was opened by a woman. She was pleasant looking. "You must be Peter's friend. I'm Myra his wife come on in." Ian went in and was taken again to the kitchen where Pete was sitting reading the paper. "Hello again," he said. It all seemed a bit surreal to Ian. What was going on? Did the wife know what Pete had done to him last week? Was he meant to get undressed in front of her? It was Myra who ended the confusion. "Pete told me about last Saturday," she said. "Have you got some nice clothes on today?" Ian nodded. "May we see you in them," she asked. Well that was why he was here and so he pulled off his jumper and shirt, undid his trousers and pulled off his shoes and socks and stood there in the nightie/dress. "Why you look lovely dear," said Myra and took him in her arms and gave him a big hug. "Why don't we all go and sit in the lounge and talk?" Myra suggested. Ian found himself sat on the sofa next to Myra. She asked him questions about himself. About the foods he liked and the TV programmes he watched. She asked him about his family. Finally she got him to explain about his wearing girl's clothes. It was then that Ian, unsure of what was going on in him and around him began to sob. Myra put her arms round him and held him "There's no need to cry," she cooed to him. "We don't think you are odd and we are not going to hurt you in any way. We realise you can't sit at home dressed like a girl but we are happy for you to be here dressed as you wish. I think you make a lovely girl." As Myra spoke she held him with one arm and rubbed his leg gently. "I don't understand how I feel," Ian whispered through his sobs, "and sometimes I hate myself for being like this." "So why don't you just stop?" Myra asked. "I can't," Ian sighed. "I have tried to stop a few times but I always end up going back to my sister's drawers and wearing her panties again. I just can't stop and I suppose deep down I don't want to. But I'm worried that I'll be found out at home and now I'm worried that you've found out." "So we've found out and have we hurt you or told anyone," Myra asked. "No but you might." "Ian, I can promise you we won't, and I'm afraid you are just going to have to take our word that we won't tell anyone about y ou and that we will never make you do anything you don't want to." Ian just looked at her and then threw his arms round Myra and gave her a hug. After a few moments she unwrapped Ian's arms. "Now I want to know why, after you came here last week you have come back today, and not just wearing a pair of panties but a dress and tights as well?" Ian hesitated and then finally blurted it out, "I liked someone seeing me in my panties and I liked what Pete did to me." There it was out. "That's fine," said Myra as she continued rubbing his leg, "would you like me to do the same for you?" she asked. Ian simply nodded. Myra ran her hand slowly up under his dress until it rested on his crotch. She began to gently fondle him. "Come and stand in front of me," she asked. Ian did as he was asked. Myra reached up under his skirt and pulled his tights down. Ian stepped out of them. She lifted up his dress. "Oh yes those are lovely panties and don't you look nice. Now let's have that dress off you." Ian did as she said and then was standing in front of Myra in just his panties and aware that Pete was watching on from behind. Myra reached out and began to rub his little cockette through the soft nylon. Ian was immediately hard and astounded that this woman wanted to do this to him. Suddenly he felt hands on his little bottom and knew that they were Pete's. "Is this O.K. with you Ian? You only have to say if it is not." Myra said. "Oh yes please don't stop." Myra continued to rub him and then he felt something else rub against his panty covered bottom. Instinctively he reached behind him to find that Pete has his hard prick out and was rubbing it up and down against his panties. Ian quickly withdrew his hand. "Don't worry Ian," he heard Pete whisper, " you can touch it if you want." Ian wasn't at all sure he wanted to but he reached round behind him and held Pete's prick. It didn't bite him and Ian didn't turn into a martian. It felt very hard and very big. Pete edge round so that he was in front of Ian and put his hand on top of Ian's and encouraged him to rub the large prick. All the time Myra was gently rubbing Ian through his panties. Then she pulled the leg of his panties up and slid his cockette out from the nylon folds. Ian thought he might pass out as she rubbed him and as he rubbed Pete. The excitement was immense with her hand on his prick and Pete's hands on his bottom. Then when Myra engulfed his prick with her warm mouth it did become too much. No sooner had she begun to suck his little cockette than he shot his load. Myra continued to suck him until she'd milked every last drop out of him. Now Ian was able to give his full attention to rubbing Pete. Having never done it before he wasn't sure that he was doing it right but Pete kept encouraging him and finally Pete said "turn around and bend over Ian I'm about to come." Ian let go of Pete's prick and turned round and felt the hot cum spurt onto his back and his panties. "Oh yes," sighed Pete, "that was so good." Myra shepherded Ian to the bathroom. He could feel Pete's cum running down his back and bottom. Myra ran the shower and pulled his panties down and threw them in the sink. "You have a shower Ian while I get you something to wear." By the time he was showered she was back. She gave him a black thong to put on and a short black silk house coat. Then she led him back into the lounge. As Myra sat him down she looked a bit worried. "Are you O.K.?" she asked him and when Ian replied that he was she went on, "did you enjoy what just happened?" Ian nodded. "Would you like to do it again some time?" she concluded. "Yes I'd love to if that's possible," Ian replied. Myra smiled. "I'm sure it is more than possible. I'm sure we'd like to do it again wouldn't we Pete." The broad smile on Pete's face told Ian all he wanted to know about how Pete felt about it. "Now listen Ian," Myra continued. "Pete told me about what happened last week. He has always been interested in boys and especially in boys who like to wear girl's clothes. He told me he couldn't believe it when he saw the panties under your shorts and then how much he enjoyed both seeing and touching you. We both think you look sweet as a girl and we're sure that you would like the chance to explore being a girl in a safe environment. Is that so?" "Oh yes," Ian spluttered. "I'd like nothing more than to be able to dress fully as a girl and not worry that I was going to be found out. But there's no opportunity at home and dare not take too many of my sister's clothes or she'll know." "Well we have a suggestion to make. We would like to help you in your dressing as a girl. We are happy to buy you some clothes, which you can keep here. Then you can come here whenever you like and dress and enjoy yourself knowing that the only ones who will see you are Pete and myself and we certainly don't mind seeing you dressed as a girl. What do you say?" Ian could scarcely believe his ears. "That would be wonderful," he almost shouted. Then he paused and added "would we be able to do the sex things sometimes as well?" "Of course we can but only what you want to O.K.?" reassured Myra. "Now," she continued," "if I'm going to get you some clothes I need to measure you so up on your feet and off with that wrap." Ian almost sprang out of the chair and let he housecoat fall to the floor. Now he didn't mind standing there in just a tiny thong as Myra measured ever part of his body. Suddenly he heard Pete say "hurry up Myra seeing him like that is driving me wild." Ian looked round and saw Pete was naked and his big prick was standing straight up. He looked at Myra who nodded. Ian walked over to Pete and stood in front of him. Ian reached down and took the prick in his hands and began to rub it. Pete leant forward and put his hands on Ian's soft bottom. "Oh Ian the sight of your bottom in that thong has been really turning me on. You look so sexy." Ian turned round and stood as close to Pete's chair as he could. As he reached down between his legs he could hold Pete's prick but now his bottom with the string of the thong separating his cheeks was almost in Pete's face. As Ian rubbed the massive prick Pete used his hands and mouth on Ian. He began kissing his bottom cheeks, nibbling the sweet young flesh as one hand rubbed Ian's legs the other went up between those legs and held Ian's prick and ball sack which were encased in the nylon thong. As the two rubbed it was a case of who would come first, though really it was never in doubt. Very soon Ian shot his second load of the morning and then was satisfied to stand and watch as Pete's prick also spurted its juice out as a result of his handiwork. Once again Myra helped Ian get cleaned up and then to get dressed in the panties, tights and dress he'd come in before putting his ordinary clothes on. As Ian stood on the doorstep ready to go home Myra said to him, "now come round here on Tuesday straight after school and we'll see what clothes I have for you." It wouldn't be accurate to say Ian walked home on air but it wasn't far off.