Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2018 14:38:39 +0200 From: Ares Jay Subject: The Prettiest Girl In The World, Chapter 1, (Transgender/Teen) This is a work of fiction that involves graphic sexual acts between underage characters as well as other sexual acts of an incestuous nature. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. For further information, please contact aresjay@protonmail.com. Copyright © 2018 Ares Jay Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories. Please consider a donation to Nifty.org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD By Ares Jay CHAPTER ONE - A NEW BEGINNING Dennis Anderson reached over and shut off his buzzing alarm clock, the red digital numbers stating that the time was 6:30 AM. Dennis yawned, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his 14-year-old body. His trusted pink pacifier was lying on his pillow next to his head, and even though Dennis knew that he was way too old to still be using a baby-pacifier, he just couldn't bring himself to discard it. He felt rested and excited. Today was not only the first day at school after the summer holiday, it was the first day at his new school. During the summer, his mother, Emma Anderson, and him had moved from Phoenix to San Francisco. Dennis felt good about starting at a new school, especially since he had had such a bad time at his school in Phoenix. The kids there had been really mean to him. They had teased him, bullied him, called him names - some of the boys had even beat him up. Dennis didn't know why they had treated him so badly, he'd never done anything to them, never had he said a bad word to them or provoked them. He hadn't fought back when Billy had punched him in the nose, hadn't run crying to a hall monitor when Peter and Brett had taken turns spitting him in the face, and he hadn't raised his hand when Sheila and Cindy had passed around obscene drawings of him in class. No, Dennis was a sweet kid who shied away from confrontations whenever possible. But it hadn't been easy living in Phoenix, especially not the last several months when puberty had set in. All of his class mates had become more aggressive, those hormones igniting more than the usual ridicule. When he would get home from a rough day at school, his nice clothes torn and scuffed, he would sit alone in the kitchen, waiting there until his mom got home from work in the evening. He'd sometimes make himself a cup of tea and get out the sewing kit to see if he could repair the damage to his clothes, which unfortunately wasn't always the case. When his mom would get home and see his black eye, swollen lip or bruised arms, she would hold him tight and rock him back and forth as they cried in each other's arms. She would tell him that it everything was going to be okay, stroke his hair and comfort him until he stopped crying. Dennis felt his heart break every time he saw his mother's eyes fill with tears. He loved her so much because she was always there for him. She would be the one to hold the ice pack against the bumps on his head or put the Band-Aid over a cut. She was the one who caressed him to sleep, the one who gave him the strength to get up in the morning. After his dad had split when Dennis was just two years old, they hadn't had much money but Emma had gotten a second job just so she could put food on the table and nice clothes on his back. She loved to shop new clothes for him. Sometimes she would order over the internet but most of the time they would go to the mall and his mom would pick out the best clothes for him. Dennis thought his mom had a fantastic taste in clothes. She would always get him the latest fashion and it would always fit him perfectly. Dennis couldn't understand why she didn't have a boyfriend. Emma was only 38 years old and she, at least Dennis thought so, looked really good. She worked out whenever she could and took good care of herself. It had been his mom's idea to move to San Francisco. She felt a change of scenery would be good for them, and hopefully the kids at the new schools would be much nicer. She had already secured a new job as a school nurse - unfortunately not at the school Dennis was attending - and the pay was good enough so she didn't need to get a second job. "Honey, are you up?" Dennis heard his mom call from the kitchen. "I'm up, mommy," he called back and got out of bed. He was nude - he always slept like that. It had been his mom's suggestion because she said it helped regulate something she called cortisol and also balanced the growth hormones. Dennis didn't know what it meant but he was always happy to do what his mother told him. And besides, he really liked sleeping in the nude. What he didn't like was the 5-inch circumcised morning wood that stood out proudly from his crotch. He didn't know why his penis did that but it was always really annoying and it had happened more and more the last few months. He looked in the large mirror his mother had put up on the wall next to his bed. Dennis was lean, almost skinny, his hundred or so pounds distributed proportionally across his 5-foot frame. He ran a hand through his shoulder length auburn hair that seriously needed to see the working end of a brush. There was a knock on the door. "I'm up," Dennis repeated. Emma opened the door, flipped on the light and peeked inside. "Oh, dear," she said, noticing his teen erection. "Sorry, mommy," Dennis said and looked down embarrassed. "No, don't be, sweetie," his mom told him and smiled, "You probably just have to pee." Dennis nodded. "I've started your bath, it should be ready in a few minutes, honey." Emma grabbed a towel from a dresser and handed it to Dennis. She moved around him, inspecting his body. Dennis lifted his right arm, exposing his armpit and let his mom run a hand across it which made Dennis giggle. "Stop it, you," Emma laughed and moved to the other armpit. "Looks good," she said and sat down on the edge of his bed. Dennis moved up close to her, lifted his leg and placed his foot next to her. Emma ran a hand up along his calf, then up his thigh. "Definitely some stubble here," she said and leaned close to his exposed crotch, Dennis' circumcised erection pointed stiffly at her face. Emma sniffed at his crotch, looked up at Dennis. "Did you use the moisturizer like I told you?" she asked. "Yes, mommy." "Good," Emma smiled and went back to inspecting his crotch, focusing on his testicles. She brushed the outside of her hand against the skin. "A little stubble here as well." Emma caressed his leg and Dennis put his foot back down. "Do you want me to help you, honey?" Dennis nodded eagerly. "It's always better when you do it, mommy." Emma smiled, got up and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll get the kit." A few minutes later, Dennis stepped into the bathroom just in time to see his mother pour a good amount of Rose Silence bath oil into the steaming tub. Dennis really liked bath oils, especially Rose Silence, it made his skin so smooth. His penis had finally gone flaccid and he quickly went to the toilet and relieved his bladder. As he washed his hands, his mother put down the toilet lid and sat down. Dennis ran his wet hands over his penis and ball sack, stepped up close to his mother and spread his legs apart. Emma unscrewed the lid of a container of Sandalwood shaving cream, dug out a gob of cream and put it on the shaving brush. "Can you lift it up for me, sweetie?" Dennis grabbed his penis and lifted it, exposing his testicles. Emma placed the brush against his son's sack and began lathering it in a circular motion. Dennis liked the feel of the brush's badger hairs, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head back as the brush turned the cream into foam. "Okay, now for your pee-pee," Emma said and gently took Dennis' penis between her warm fingers. Dennis had always liked this part and he suspected that his mom knew it. They smiled at each other as Emma lathered up the base around the shaft and then ran the soft hairs across her son's shaft until it was covered in shaving foam. Satisfied, she put the brush away and picked up the safety razor. Delicately, she held Dennis' penis to the side and carefully ran the razor along the skin of his testicles. She had done it quite a few times and Dennis knew that he had to stay absolutely still while she shaved him. "Did you sleep well?" Emma asked. "Really well. I'm so looking forward to starting school today," Dennis answered. "Me too, sweetie, I know you're going to have a blast today, I just know it." "I think you're right, mommy." Emma moved his penis to the other side and resumed shaving. As she did, her fingers slid along Dennis' slippery glans but she managed to get a hold of it again. The feeling that shot through Dennis' groin as her fingers had inadvertently squeezed his glans, almost made him jolt but he knew not to move. He felt the blood rush to his penis and cursed himself silently as he felt it starting to thicken. The feeling of the razor gliding across his testicles didn't help either. "I'm so sorry, mommy," Dennis said with genuine shame in his voice. "What is it, sweetie?" Emma asked without looking up. Then she felt the penis hardening between her fingers. "Oh." Emma let go of her son's penis and stared at it as it grew into a bonafide erection. "It just happened, mommy, I didn't do it on purpose." Emma caressed his thigh. "Don't worry about it, honey, it's my fault," she comforted him, "I should have been more careful." "You' sure, mommy?" "Of course, sweetie" Emma said and lowered her voice in a faux conspiratory manner, "To tell you the truth, it's actually a lot easier this way." Dennis snickered and Emma resumed shaving. Dennis felt blessed that he had such a sweet and understanding mom. He seriously doubted any of his class mates were as lucky as he was. Emma gently ran the razor along his hard shaft until every little hair was gone. She inspected her work and nodded proudly. "Perfect," she said and smiled, "Now your tushy." Dennis turned around, bend forward slightly and spread his cheeks for his mother to inspect. Emma ran a finger along the outer edge of Dennis' slightly purple sphincter, testing it for hair. "No, it's good," she told him, "But we need to start bleaching your tushy soon." "Okay, mommy." Dennis let go of his cheeks as his mother got up from her seat. "Can you do your legs yourself?" Dennis nodded proudly. Emma smiled, kissed his cheek and headed out. "Don't take too long, sweetie." Dennis had been shaving his legs for the past six years so he felt like a real pro. He liked these morning rituals, shaving and bathing, but most of all spending quality time with his mom. Dennis finished up shaving his legs and popped into the bath tub. The warm and soothing water felt great against his smooth skin. He rubbed himself in oil and cleaned himself with a bar of African black soap, making sure to get into every nook and cranny. He always liked to circle the tip of the soap bar against his anus opening, and this morning was no different. It had such a calming effect on him and made his body completely relax. Sometimes, when he was feeling particular tense or apprehensive when he got home from school, he would lie down in bed, dab a bit of skin lotion on his middle finger and massage his anus opening until his muscles loosened up. It had been his mother's suggestion that he should calm himself by massaging his anus and Dennis was happy that he had followed her advice - but then again, she always knew what was best for him. Dennis rinsed the Argan oil shampoo out his long hair and gently applied the Nexxus moisturizing conditioner his mom had bought him. He loved how his hair smelled after this treatment and how smooth and silky it felt. Having washed the excess soap off, Dennis climbed out of the tub and dried himself off. He opened the cupboard and got out his favorite selection of creams and moisturizers. Starting with his face, he applied the Amarte aqua cream he had gotten for his birthday, then the Rodin lotion on the rest of his body. Brushing his hair, he looked in the bathroom mirror, really liking what he saw. "I've laid out your clothes for you," his mother told him as he headed back to his room. This was always the highpoint of the day for Dennis. Every morning his mom would put together the best combinations of clothing for him, and the walk from the bathroom to his bedroom always felt exactly like Christmas morning. Dennis could barely contain himself and he had to jog back to his room. When he opened the door and saw what his mother had laid out on his bed for him, his jaw nearly hit the floor. He sat down on the bed and took in the mesmerizing sight. He picked up the white thigh high stockings with the black athletic stripes near the top and smelled them. They had that fantastic new smell with a slight scent of his mother's lovely perfume. Dennis stuck his right foot into the opening and rolled the stocking up his thigh. The fabric felt wonderful against his smooth skin and he quickly put on its twin. He stretched out his legs, admiring the way the stockings clung perfectly to his legs. Dennis turned his attention to the underwear, a white lace V-front thong. His hand trembled as he reached out for the small and delicate item. He held the panties up in front of him, loving how see-through they were. He got his feet through the openings, got up and slowly pulled the thong on. He reached to his crotch and bent his penis backwards along his testicles like his mother had taught him and adjusted the thong. He looked at himself in the mirror and really liked how far down the thong's V-cut went, almost to the base of his shaft. Dennis turned around and peeked proudly at the reflection of his firm buttocks, loving how the thong's thin strip disappeared between them. His mom had already fitted the white sheer lace shelf bra with the rubber prosthetic breasts. Dennis put the bra on and admired his breasts in the mirror. It was only an A-cup but they looked great on him, and his mom had somehow found a pair of breasts that perfectly matched his complexion. "My, God," Emma exclaimed. She was standing in the doorway, her hand covering her mouth, "You look so beautiful, sweetheart." Dennis ran to his mother and threw himself into her waiting arms. He hugged her tight, pressing himself against her firm bosom. "Do you like it?" Emma asked. "Like it? I love it, mommy," Dennis gleamed and kissed his mother, "Thank you so much." He ran back to the bed and snatched up the black and silver miniskirt with an incorporated belt. "Try it on," Emma smiled. Dennis quickly put the miniskirt on and zipped up the side. It was really tight but stretched perfectly to show off his curves. The skirt only barely covered his crotch, leaving two or three inches of naked skin above the stockings. Dennis turned to his mother, did an exaggerated catwalk toward her. "Aw, sweetie, it's perfect." Dennis looked in the mirror. His mother was right, the skirt looked stunning on him and incredibly sexy. He swayed his hips from side to side, loving how the tight fabric caressed his buttocks. "It's gorgeous, mommy." "Just like you, sweetheart." Dennis picked up the last item, a black cropped fishnet tank top. He pulled it over his head and maneuvered it over his bra. The tight top stopped a couple of inches above his belly button, leaving enough bare skin to show off his flat stomach. The tightness of the top really accentuated his breasts and he ran both hands across them. "What do you think, mommy?" he asked and turned a hopeful look at Emma. His mother had her hand across her mouth again, tears sparkling in her eyes. "You're the prettiest girl in the whole world, Dennis." "I love you, mommy," Dennis said and hugged Emma. "I love you too, honey." After Emma had applied a bit of makeup to Dennis' face - just a little eye shade and mascara, Emma wasn't a big fan of excessive makeup and Dennis' skin was so smooth and naturally beautiful that he didn't really need much - Emma went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Dennis couldn't stop admiring himself in the mirror. With a little shorter hair, he could definitely pass for Katy Perry, Dennis thought. He worshipped Katy Perry, loved everything about her. The walls in his room were plastered with posters of his idol. Dennis often practiced making his voice sound like Katy's and he felt he had gotten as close as he could. He desperately wanted a nose piercing like Katy and his mom had promised him that he could have it for his sweet sixteen. Standing there in in front of the mirror, striking a pose with an imaginary microphone in his hand, Dennis felt a tightening in his thongs as his penis got excited. It bothered Dennis greatly that that stupid piece of flesh seemed to have a mind of its own, and that he couldn't control it. It would often grow big at the most embarrassing times, especially at school. Last summer in Phoenix, when Dennis had been 13 years old, he had been wearing a pair of gorgeously tight denim hot pants when disaster had struck. He had been hanging out with his girlfriends during recess, checking out the boys, when his penis had started to bulge in his pants. Jessica, one of his best friends back then, had noticed it and had started laughing at him, pointing out the embarrassing truth to everyone. A couple of the boys had chased him around the school yard, and when they had finally caught him, they had punched him and had torn the hot pants off him. Dennis had stood there in a pair of bulging thongs, trying to cover himself while his nose had bled and the other kids had laughed at him. A recess monitor, Mr. Perkins - a kind older man in his mid-fifties, had eventually rescued him and had thrown a blanket over his nearly nude body. Mr. Perkins had taken Dennis to the nurse's office but unfortunately the school nurse was away on a seminar. Mr. Perkins had been really kind though and had told Dennis to sit down on the examination table while he had gathered a few items. When he had returned, he had pulled up a chair and had stopped Dennis' nose-bleed with some cotton balls. After that, he had then put a Band-Aid on Dennis' bruised knee and had held an ice-pack against it to prevent swelling. "I never realized that you are a...I mean, I've always thought that you were a...a girl," Mr. Perkins had finally said. "I am a girl," Dennis had said, explaining to Mr. Perkins that he had always felt like a girl. "Oh," Mr. Perkins had replied while having difficulties taking his eyes off Dennis' panties. Dennis had been relieved that his erection had finally gone away but there was still a little bulge in the delicate fabric and Mr. Perkins had kept staring at it. When Mr. Perkins had realized what he was doing, he had looked up apologetic at Dennis. "I'm sorry, I've just never seen..." the old man had swallowed, "...someone like yourself, dressed in that kind of...underwear," Mr. Perkins had swallowed again, "They are quite...lovely." Dennis had smiled at the old man's kind words. "Did they, um, did they hurt you," Mr. Perkins had asked, "Between the legs, I mean." "No, Mr. Perkins." "Are you sure?" the old man had persisted. "Yes, Mr. Perkins, they didn't..." Dennis had had to stifle a gasp when the old man had put a hand on his panties and had given his groin a squeeze. "Um, Mr. Perkins?" "Yes?" the old man had said without taking his eyes off Dennis' crotch. Dennis had been able to tell from the sound of Mr. Perkins' voice, that he probably hadn't realized what he had been doing. He had given Dennis' groin another gentle squeeze and Dennis had felt his penis involuntarily harden in his panties. It had annoyed Dennis that his penis would do that again and he had been about to ask Mr. Perkins to stop touching him, when the older man had given his penis another tender squeeze. "Mr. Perkins?" Dennis had repeated as his erection had grown in his panties under the constant caress from the old man's hand. Mr. Perkins hadn't replied but had just continued to fondle the boy's penis. "Are you, like, done soon, Mr. Perkins?" he had asked and again the old man hadn't replied. Dennis' penis had eventually gotten so hard that the tip of it had peeped out at the panties' waistband, and it had bothered Dennis that he had actually begun to enjoy the old man's touch. "They really are quite pretty," Mr. Perkins had finally said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, quite pretty." Dennis had noticed that a protruding bulge had formed in the old man's pants. Mr. Perkins' hand had glided down to the bulge and had begun massaging his groin while he had gently continued caressing Dennis' panties. Dennis had looked away, feeling rather embarrassed by the whole situation. He had recognized that Mr. Perkins had just been trying to comfort him but the way that he had fondled Dennis' private parts had in fact had the opposite effect. Yes, it had eventually felt rather nice but Dennis really hadn't wanted his penis to become all stiff and hard like that because he had always felt that his panties had looked much better on him when they were completely flat between his legs. It had taken quite a lot of practice to achieve the perfect look down there but his mother had been a great help. The first thing his mother had told him was that he had to gently push his testicles back up into those cavities in his groin from where they had originally descended. His mother had had to help him the first four or five times but Dennis had eventually learned how to pop them up there and to keep them there. The next step had been to fold his penis backwards toward his anus and then to pull the panties in place. You actually had to use quite a lot of force to pull the penis backwards like that but if everything had been done right - and it usually had - then it would be impossible to tell that Dennis really had a penis between his legs and not a vagina. It was not difficult to maintain the illusion when he was sitting down but there was always a slight risk when he was standing up or walking around that his stupid penis would start to harden. In those situations, Dennis would usually pinch himself really hard until he felt his penis relax again. But sometimes, like it had happened in the school yard that day, his penis just didn't want to relax and would just keep growing bigger and harder until it eventually became all too apparent that there was something extra between his legs. "Oh, Jesus," Mr. Perkins had suddenly stuttered. Dennis had felt the old man's hand let go of his tender erection and when he had looked back at Mr. Perkins, he had seen the old man clutching his groin tightly. "Oh, Jesus, no," Mr. Perkins had muttered in a tone that had almost sounded like fright. The old man had looked down at his pants and when Dennis had looked down as well, he had seen a wet spot blossom at the crotch area of his pants. Not knowing any better, Dennis had thought it had been very strange that Mr. Perkins had peed in his pants like that but he had guessed it had maybe been because of Mr. Perkins' advanced age. Mr. Perkins had gotten up to retrieve some paper towels and Dennis had seen how the old man had limped to the dispenser and had felt really sorry for him. "Are you okay, Mr. Perkins?" he had asked. The old man had pressed the paper towels against the wet spot in his pants. "Yes, I'm fine...I, um," the old man had been trying to catch his breath, "I'm sorry but that behavior was somewhat inappropriate, dear." "That's okay, Mr. Perkins," Dennis had told him, genuinely feeling concerned about the old man's health. "No, I meant that your behavior was inappropriate." "Oh," Dennis had swallowed, all of a sudden feeling very vulnerable. "You had no right to react like that," Mr. Perkins had said, "I was, after all, just making sure that they hadn't injured your genitals. It's not my fault that you had an erection, understand? That was, um, very selfish of you, um, taking advantage of me like that." "I'm very sorry, Mr. Perkins," Dennis had apologized, "I really didn't mean for that to happen." Mr. Perkins had gotten some more paper towels and had dabbed the wet spot as dry as he could. He had looked over at Dennis who had still been sitting on the examination table with his legs spread and an apparent erection peeping out of his panties. "Um, you should probably..." Mr. Perkins had swallowed and pointed, "...do something about that little fella. I mean, it's making me very uncomfortable." "Oh," Dennis had said and had pressed his legs together while folding his hands over his crotch. "Right, I'll call your mother and have her come pick you up," Mr. Perkins had finally said and had left Dennis alone in the office. Yes, Dennis really hated his penis. He had read online that he could have some kind of surgery that would remove his penis and give him a vagina instead. Dennis wanted a vagina more than anything in the world but his mother had told him that he would have to wait until he was older, and that he probably would have to talk to a lot of doctors before being allowed to have the surgery. Dennis didn't understand why some stranger would have to grant him permission to have the surgery, it was his body after all, wasn't it? Dennis let his hands glide down the curvature of his breast. He longed so badly for real breasts and the pills his mother had bought him were starting to produce a budding puffiness to his chest area but Dennis knew that there was still a long way to go. He loved his mother's breasts, being all big and firm, and he hoped that he would one day have the same kind of breasts. He knew that he could have implants when he got older but he hoped that it wouldn't be necessary. Dennis sat down at his vanity table and opened up his jewelry box. Dennis had a lot of different jewelry; earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets and anklets. His mother often bought him different jewelry and would sometimes give him some of hers. Dennis rummaged through the earring container and found his favorite; a pair of large silver hoops with sparkling gems running along the inside. They completely matched his outfit today and he studied his reflection in the vanity mirror after having put them on. Dennis brushed his hair behind his ears and loved how the large silver earrings stood out against his auburn hair. He then picked out a necklace from the box. It was a gorgeous beaded rhinestone choker that had belonged to his mother. The Choker was thin and understated and perfectly highlighted his slim neck. Dennis loved wearing a lot of jewelry, loved how the shiny metals and sparkling gems completely emphasized his feminine looks. Some of his former classmates in Phoenix had told him that it made him look like a slut but Dennis suspected that they had just been jealous. His fascination with jewelry had started when he had been around five or six, when he had found his mother's jewelry. He had spent an hour trying on all of his mother's necklaces, bracelets and rings and had at one point put them all on at once. Dennis had proudly run to his mother to show off the sparkling adornments. His mother had clapped her hands and had picked him up, kissed him and had told him that he had looked beautiful. She had told him that he could pick out one item that he could keep. Dennis had chosen a gold and crystal link anklet that he had proudly worn ever since. At any rate, his mother had always encouraged him to wear whatever jewelry he liked and since his mother's opinion mattered more to Dennis than anything else in the world, he would wear the jewelry he wanted to, no matter what anybody else thought. He turned his attention to the box of bracelets. He considered putting on his gold bangle bracelet set that he had gotten from his grandfather for Christmas but settled on the pair of rhinestone chain bracelets as they perfectly matched his choker. Dennis almost loathed that he only had ten fingers because he could easily wear twenty rings if he had had that many - which he unfortunately didn't, in fact only enough for five fingers. There was just something about the feeling of a ring on his fingers that he couldn't get enough of. He immediately went for his favorite, a vintage filigree flower leaf thumb ring in gorgeous rose gold. It was the first ring his mother had ever bought for him. It was three years old and really too small for his thumb by now but Dennis just cherished it so much that his mother had had it adjusted to fit his finger. He really should buy one more thumb ring, Dennis thought, because he needed one for his left thumb. Dennis made a mental note of adding a thumb ring to his Christmas wish list. Next he picked up the most adorable little Daisy ring set consisting of three metal bands decorated with daisy details and semi-precious stones in various colors. He had bought the set himself for the money he had gotten for his thirteenth birthday because he thought the rings looked so cute on his slender fingers. They still did. He slid one on his index finger and two more on his middle finger, holding up his right hand and admiring the way the sun caught the sparkling stones. For his ring finger, he slid on his newest ring, a cubic zirconia bow ring in sterling silver. The bow consisted of several small gems in purple, pink, peach, green, yellow and blue. Dennis loved how the myriad of tiny colored stones stood in contrast to his pale skin. He picked up the last ring in the jewelry box. It would only barely fit his finger now but it was very special to him and he couldn't dream of discarding it. It had been a gift from his grandfather for his baptizm and it was a stunning, sterling silver puffed-heart ring with sparkly encrusted pink diamonds. Every time Dennis looked at the ring, he felt his heart grow with love for his grandfather. Unfortunately, the small ring couldn't be refitted anymore without compromising the integrity so Dennis could only wear it on his pinky finger - and only just. Dennis thought about slipping on an anklet or two but decided against it as they looked much better on him when he wasn't wearing any stockings. He closed his jewelry box and dabbed a bit of Channel No. 5 on his neck and wrists - you can't beat the classics as his mother had told him. "Breakfast's ready," he heard his mother call out from the kitchen. Emma had made pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice and Dennis took extra care in not spilling or to get any stains on his fabulous clothes. Emma had gotten dressed as well. She was wearing a Donna Karan business suit, a sand colored blazer and skirt that reached just below the knees of her smooth and tanned legs. Underneath her blazer, she wore a white silk shirt that showed off the top of her impressive cleavage. Dennis thought that his mother was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen and he especially liked her in that attire. "You look beautiful, mommy," he said and sipped the orange juice. "That's so sweet of you to say that," Emma smiled and caressed his cheek. "When do you think you'll be home tonight?" Dennis asked. "I get off early today," Emma told him, "I wanna be here when you get home from school so you can tell me all about your day, sweetie." She sipped her coffee and looked over at Dennis, "By the way, grandpa is coming over tonight." "Really?" Dennis' face lit up in excitement. He adored his grandfather. Grandpa Jack was the kindest man he knew. He was always so supportive and usually brought him presents whenever he came over, often gorgeous jewelry. His grandfather had really been there for them during the rough times in Phoenix and had been a tremendous help with the move to San Francisco. "He'll be staying with us for a few days. He's really looking forward to seeing you," Emma said. "That's great, mommy, I can't wait to see grandpa," Dennis smiled. Emma put her cup down and looked deep into Dennis' eyes. "I have a surprise for you, sweetie." "What?" Emma smiled, got up and headed upstairs to her bedroom. Dennis could hear her rumbling about and when she finally came back down, she was holding a shoe box in her hands that handed to Dennis. "I know how much you wanted these." "No way," Dennis nearly shouted and tore the lid off the box. He stared down at the exquisite Dolce & Gabbana sneakers in the box. "Mommy, you didn't." He took one of them out and ran his hand across the smooth white leather and the embossed DG logo in large pink letters. He had wanted these shoes since he first saw them at the mall a few months ago. But they had been really expensive and he'd never thought that he would actually ever own a pair. "Put them on," Emma smiled. Dennis put them on the floor and squeezed his feet into them. They fit perfectly. He tied the shoe laces in big round bows and stood up, walking around, inspecting how they completely matched the rest of his outfit. "Thank you so much, mommy," he said and kissed his mother. The two of them hugged each other warmly, Dennis pressing his head against his mother's soft bosom, Emma caressing her son's long hair. "You look so pretty, sweetie, I'm so proud of you," Emma said and held her son's face in her hands. She gave his lips a warm kiss and smiled at him like only a mother can. "I love you, mommy," Dennis said. "Um, Dennis?" his mother said in a low voice. "What is it, mommy?" "You're kind of showing, sweetie." Emma nodded toward Dennis' skirt. In all the excitement, Dennis hadn't realized that his penis had swelled up in his panties and now made his beautiful skirt bulge. "I'm so sorry, mommy," Dennis sighed in disappointment and shuffled his feet around in embarrassment. "Do you have cummies?" his mother asked. That was what she called it when the pressure in his loins got too much for him and he became unable to control the blood flow to his penis. Dennis swallowed and nodded. "I think so, mommy." It had started about six months ago when they had still been living in Phoenix. Dennis had been sleeping, his trusted pacifier firmly secured in his mouth. He had been having the loveliest of dreams but had suddenly felt this strange yet wonderful tickling sensation in his groin. He had woken up and had tossed his covers aside just in time to see his hard, little penis start regurgitating this thick white fluid across his naked stomach. Scared out of his mind, he had bolted out of his bed and had run crying into his mother's room. "Mommy! Mommy!" Emma had awoken, still dazed from her sleep, thinking something terrible had happened. "What is it, sweetie?" The combination of Dennis' crying and the pacifier in his mouth, had made it impossible to understand what he had been saying, but when she had turned on the light on her night stand, she had seen the thick strands of semen that had shot across the skin of his stomach. Emma had dreaded this moment. She had known it would come eventually but hadn't really been properly prepared for it. Her little child had reached puberty and was now experiencing little boy problems. Emma had taken the pacifier from Dennis' mouth. "Calm down, sweetheart." "What's wrong with me, mommy?" Dennis had finally stuttered through tears. "It's okay, honey," she had soothed him and had taken him to the bathroom. She had gotten some toilet paper and had wiped the semen from his soft skin. They had gone back to her bed and she had held him tight, trying to calm him down. Emma had pulled up her babydoll and had offered Dennis her breast. While she obviously wasn't lactating anymore, Dennis still liked to breastfeed in the evening, especially when it was time to go to sleep. Emma had always enjoyed breastfeeding her son and even when he had gotten too old and too big to lay at her teat, she had still insisted that they continued it as part of their daily routine. Dennis had sucked greedily on her nipple, so hard that it had almost hurt her, but Emma had also felt how it immediately had had a calming effect on him. "Your body is starting to change, sweetie," she had told him and caressed his auburn hair. Dennis had laid in her arm with his hand clutched firmly around her stomach. He had removed his mouth from her wet and hard nipple. "I don't want it to, mommy," he had said and Emma had felt his tears against her naked skin. "It's perfectly natural, honey, it happens to everybody and it's nothing to be scared of." That had been a bit of a lie. Emma had remembered all the strange things that had happened to her body when she had reached puberty, how her breasts had started to grow and how hair had started to pop up where there weren't any before. She had felt pretty sure that what Dennis was going through right now, was the same as when she'd had her first menstruation. It had terrified her so she knew how Dennis must have been feeling. "Do you still love me, mommy?" he had asked. "Of course I do, sweetie," she had said and kissed the top of his head, "I'll never stop loving you." And she hadn't, but certain things had had to change from that point on. Emma knew that this had only been the start of Dennis' boy-problems and she cursed the hormones that now ran through his beautiful little body. The next day, Emma had gone to the bookstore, then the pharmacy and then finally to the mall to pick out Dennis' first bra. She had started him on a low yield estrogen treatment that very day, and during dinner she had pushed her plate aside and had had a long talk with her son. "Your body is different than mommy's, you know that, right?" she had asked. Dennis had nodded. "And because you're getting older, it's starting to change. It's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie," she had told him, "but because your clitoris -" that's what she called his penis "- is different from mommy's, your body has started producing cummies." "What's cummies, mom?" "Cummie is this thick fluid that you have in your body and that comes out of your clitoris," Emma had explained, "I know it's scary, sweetie, but It's completely normal for someone your age." "But isn't it out of me now?" Dennis had asked. "No," Emma had smiled, "Your beautiful body will always make more of it." "When do I know when I have cummies?" "You know when your clitoris grows and become really hard?" Dennis had nodded slightly embarrassed. "That's usually when the cummies want out," Emma had told him. "But how do I get it out?" Emma had brought out a book for him called `It's Perfectly Normal'. In it, she had showed him a drawn picture of a young boy sitting on his bed masturbating. Dennis had squirmed at the picture. "You know I don't like to touch it when it's big, mommy." This was true. Dennis never touched himself down there unless he had to pee or when he was bathing. Emma had taken Dennis' hands in hers. "It's the easiest way to get it out, sweetie, otherwise it will come out by itself like it did last night" she had told him but Dennis hadn't seemed convinced. "Tell you what," Emma had said, "Why don't you let mommy help you? Then let's see how it goes after that, okay?" Dennis had nodded. That night they had laid in Emma's bed, both naked. Dennis had been on his back, sucking profusely on his pacifier, with his mother lying on her side next to him. Emma had reached down and had taken his penis in her hand. "Let me know if it hurts, okay?" She had slowly started to massage his penis up and down. Her warm hand had felt wonderful against his glans and he had felt his penis quickly swell. "My-my," Emma had said as she felt Dennis' penis grow to a full erection. His little purple glans had ballooned tremendously and she had heard him moan slightly. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Dennis had nodded. He had been lying absolutely still, stiff as a board, looking rather freaked out by the situation. "Do you want mommy's breast?" Emma had asked. "Uh-huh," Dennis had said and had removed the pacifier and had taken his mother's nipple into his mouth instead. Although it had felt incredibly strange, it had also felt incredibly wonderful as his mother slowly stroked his boyhood. It hadn't taken long for that wonderful tickling sensation to build in his groin. "I think it's happening, mommy," he had gasped. "It's okay, Dennis, just let it all come out of you," she had whispered and increased the tempo. Dennis had felt his toes starting to simmer, then his mind went blank and he had felt a sudden surge of pure and unfiltered pleasure rush toward his groin. Dennis had closed his eyes and moaned loudly as a thick and gooey rope of semen shot out of the tip of his penis and splashed against his stomach and chest. "Oh, dear," Emma had said as another thick rope landed on her son's belly. While it shouldn't have sexually excited her to masturbate her son, Emma had felt that familiar sensation in her groin as she had held her son's hard penis while he was sucking on her nipple. Emma had quickly pushed the feeling aside as a good mother would do and instead, she felt utterly blessed that she had been able to help him achieve his first real ejaculation. As the flow of semen subsided, she had felt his penis quickly lose its hardness. She had looked down at Dennis who had laid there breathing heavily. "Did it feel nice, sweetheart?" she had asked him. Dennis had opened his eyes and had sent her a big smile that would melt any mother's heart. "It felt really nice, mommy, thank you." "I'm happy I could help," Emma had said and leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I made a mess on your hand, mommy," Dennis had said and looked ashamed. He was right; Emma's right hand was covered with his thick semen. Emma had just smiled, had put her hand to her mouth and licked off her son's semen. "Don't worry about it, honey." Emma had always liked the taste of semen, and while it certainly didn't taste like a bottle of well-aged Chardonnay, she loved that the body could produce this wonder. "You' want to taste?" she had asked. "Okay, mommy," Dennis had nodded. Emma ran a finger across Dennis' belly and had scooped up a generous amount of his semen and had held it to her son's mouth. Dennis had taken her mother's finger into his mouth and had licked the semen off it. It was still warm, kind of salty, kind of sweet. "Do you like it?" his mother had asked. Dennis nodded. "It tastes good, mommy." Now, several months later, standing there at the breakfast table with his bulging skirt, Dennis was actually looking forward to what was about to happen. "Okay, but we have to be quick, sweetie," Emma said and rolled up Dennis' miniskirt to his waist, exposing his bulging thong. She tucked down the V-front and Dennis' five-inch hard-on jumped out like a Jack-In-The-Box. Emma noticed the drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip of her son's penis. "Wow, you really do have cummies, don't you?" Emma laughed and put her hand on his penis. She had masturbated Dennis so many times since that night in her bed and she knew exactly how to stimulate him. "Let's get all those cummies out of you, sweetie" Emma said, "We can't have you walking around at school showing, now can we?" "No, mommy." Emma began stroking his penis, feeling how impressively hard it was. Dennis sighed deeply at his mother's wonderful touch. While he hated his penis and what it stood for, he couldn't help but love the feeling when his mother massaged him down there, especially when he was dressed. "It feels really good, mommy," he moaned. "I know it does, sweetie," Emma smiled and squeezed her son's glans just the way she knew he liked it. After what had happened that summer day at school in Phoenix, when Dennis had been humiliated by his classmates, Emma had been determined to never let that happen again so she was happy masturbating Dennis whenever he had cummies. It had gotten to be a lovely part of their daily morning routine. Sometimes it would happen here at the breakfast table, sometimes in the bath but sometimes Emma would sneak in to Dennis' room just before his alarm clock started buzzing and reach under his covers and masturbate him until he woke up. Emma liked to do that, liked to surprise her son and see that wonderful smile as he opened his eyes after a peaceful night's sleep with his mom stroking his clitoris. It would usually be over rather quickly, especially if Dennis had morning wood, then the cummies would come out after barely a minute of stroking. During the last month or so, it had been necessary for Emma to also masturbate Dennis when she got home from work. She had hoped that the estrogen treatment she was giving him would dampen her son's urges but as he had moved further into puberty, he had become more easily excitable, requiring two ejaculations a day. Emma had tried to convince Dennis that he should masturbate himself when he came home from school but her son had been adamant about not wanting to touch himself down there when he was excited. Emma didn't really mind though and she hadn't pressed him too hard. She was happy to masturbate her son as long as it helped him avoid those embarrassing moments at school. She also really liked the quality time they would spend together during those afternoon masturbating sessions. They would often talk about their day and what they had done, she would give him makeup tips and he would tell her about some clothes he had seen online. Sometimes they would watch TV while she masturbated Dennis and sometimes Dennis would be doing his homework while his mother masturbated him. Emma knew that Dennis really enjoyed the feeling he got when he ejaculated, which is why it had become somewhat of an issue that he didn't want to masturbate himself. Emma was happy to do it but she obviously wasn't always around when the urges hit him. In their last month in Phoenix, Emma had caught Dennis playing "doctor" with the neighbor's son, a 10-year old boy named Sean. She had come home from work in the afternoon and had thought she had heard voices coming from Dennis' room. She had gone up the stairs to his room and had paused at the door when she had heard a young boy's voice say `no'. Emma had kneeled by the door, had peeped through the key-hole and had seen the neighbor's son standing timidly in front of Dennis. Sean, a cute little freckled boy with blonde hair, had been completely naked and a small un-circumcised erection had stood out stiffly from his groin. He had been about a head shorter than Dennis and he had looked up at her son with trepidation in his eyes. Dennis had been wearing a smart red top and a matching skirt but Emma had noticed that the front of his skirt had been pulled up and that his hard penis had been sticking out. Emma had seen how Dennis had taken the boy's small hand and had pulled it toward his erection. Sean had not wanted to touch her son's hard penis and had tried to struggle against Dennis' grip, but her son had been too strong and had finally managed to lock the boy's hand around his erection. When Dennis had begun forcing the boy's hand back and forth in a stroking motion, Emma had wanted to burst into the room and stop them but had found the scene strangely exciting and her body simply hadn't listened to what her mind had been ordering it. Emma had heard that how her son had become more and more excited as he forced the boy's hand to stroke his penis and had barely noticed the frightful look in Sean's eyes, or how her own breathing had gotten deeper and deeper. It hadn't taken her son long to reach climax, and when he had tilted his head back and had moaned slightly, thick ropes of his virile semen had shot out of him and had splashed against Sean's naked stomach and groin. Emma had found herself mesmerized by the beauty of the scene and had had to force herself not to utter a whimper of pleasure at the sight. Sean had been disgusted and had let out a revolted groan. He had finally managed to get his hand free and had backed away from Dennis, looking down at the strange wet substance that had run in thick strands from his belly to his thighs. "Isn't it beautiful?" Emma had heard Dennis ask his young friend. "Yikes," Sean had complained, "That's so gross! I'm telling my mom!" Alarmed, Emma had finally gotten her body moving and had swung open the door. The two boys had looked up, stunned and embarrassed at being caught. Sean had desperately tried to cover his small erection with his hands while Dennis had quickly tucked his penis back behind his skirt - leaving a very obvious bulge protruding from the fabric. "What are you boys doing?" Emma had asked in a stern voice. Dennis had swallowed and had dropped his gaze to the floor, genuinely ashamed of having been caught by his mother. "He made me do it," Sean had stuttered and had reached for his cotton briefs on the floor. "I'm so sorry, mommy," Dennis had said and had shuffled his feet, "I just had cummies really bad." Emma had put on a strict face but it had been mostly for show because deep down, she just couldn't be upset with her son. Obviously, she had never wanted him to take advantage of a younger boy but she knew that he was a victim of his own overpowering hormones. "Go wait downstairs, sweetie," Emma had said, "I need to talk to Sean." "Okay." Dennis had bowed his head and had left the room. Sean had gathered his clothes from the floor and had sat down on Dennis' bed. Emma had noticed that his little penis had still been hard. She had grabbed a few tissues from a box on Dennis' vanity and had sat down on her knees in front of the boy. "I hope Dennis didn't startle you, honey," Emma had said softly and began wiping her son's semen from the young boy's stomach. "He's, like, totally gross. I told him I didn't want to," Sean had blurted out, clearly upset and with tears brimming in his eyes, "I'm gonna tell my mom." Emma had watched the boy wipe his eyes and had felt a deep feeling of dread tightening like a knot in her stomach. If Sean told his mother, everything that she had built could come down around her, and fast. The police might get involved; they might start asking questions that Emma had not been ready to answer. "Why are you naked?" Emma had asked. Sean had swallowed and had quickly pulled his briefs on. His little penis had still stood out like a tent-pole in his cotton underwear. "Well-well, Dennis told me to," the boy had stuttered with blushing cheeks, "He said that I should take my clothes off and then he said he would show me his if I showed him mine." "So, you wanted to see Dennis' penis?" "Um, no." "No? You mean, you just wanted to show Dennis your penis?" "No-no, that's not--" Sean had started but Emma had cut him off. "I'm confused now, honey," Emma had said and had wiped the remaining semen from the boy's thighs, "I come in here and see you standing there naked with your penis all pointy. Clearly you liked looking at Dennis' penis because your penis wouldn't get stiff like that if it didn't excite you." "No, it only got stiff because Dennis told me to play with it." "So, you played with your penis in front of my son?" Sean had swallowed hard, feeling the paint pushing him into the proverbial corner. "Sean, I'm afraid that I need to call your mother," Emma had bluffed, "You gonna have to explain to her why you wanted to show Dennis your penis and why you were playing with your stiff penis in front of my son." Sean had stopped putting his clothes on and had had just stared at the floor, his cheeks crimson red. Emma had hated manipulating the little boy like that but she had to protect her son at all costs. "Please don't," Sean had whispered. "I have to tell her, honey, I can't be walking around worrying that you will expose yourself to my son." "No, please," Sean had pleaded, "I promise I won't do it again." Emma had pretended to be contemplating his words for a long while. "You promise?" "I swear I promise." Emma had run a hand through the boy's hair and had sent him a reassuring smile. "Okay, since you've given me your word, I won't call your mom. It'll be our secret, Sean." Sean had let out an enormous sigh of relief as if a massive weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. Emma had helped him get dressed and had followed him to the door. Once she had been alone with Dennis, she had told him that he could never do something like that again without first checking with her. Dennis had been very remorseful and had started crying, profusely apologizing. He hadn't calmed down until Emma had taken him to his bed and had let him feed on her breast. After Dennis had dozed off, Emma had immediately called her father and had told him about what had happened. Emma's father had praised her for her handling of the situation and had informed her that it was probably time to relocate, preferably to another state. Emma had agreed with her father, also taking into account Dennis' problems at school, and with her father's help, Dennis and his mother had found a nice house in San Francisco and had moved there just three weeks later. The move had saddened Emma a bit because she had personally liked living in Phoenix but she just couldn't risk it if Sean had a change of heart at some point. They had left no forwarding address and had told everyone who had asked that Emma had gotten a job in Seattle and that they were moving there. Emma hadn't caught her son playing doctor with anyone since then but there had been a few occasions, when they had been out shopping for clothes, where Dennis would get excited when trying on new lingerie. They would be in changing room, Emma helping Dennis getting dressed, when his clitoris would suddenly go stiff. Emma knew that her son couldn't control that - she would sometimes get excited too when she tried on new lingerie. She obviously couldn't have Dennis walk through Victoria's Secret in a skirt with a telltale bulge, so it had been necessary to masturbate him to a climax in the changing room on a few occasions. It was always a little scary masturbating her son in public because he often couldn't control his moaning or his cummies. Emma would always try to clean up the changing room as best as she could, because she really liked visiting those stores, but Dennis' cummies would often leave stains on the mirror and carpet. Last week they had gotten very close to getting caught in the Pink Bunny store on Union Street. The sweet store clerk in her forties had taken her time to pull out many different lingerie pieces she thought would look great on Dennis. The clerk had shown them to the changing room and had closed the curtain behind them. Emma had watched as Dennis tried on different panties and stockings, all of them looking absolutely brilliant on him. The last item had been the most gorgeous black teddy that left very little to the imagination. Emma had been worried that it maybe would be too sexy for a fourteen-year old and she had been right. Even Emma had gotten excited seeing her son in the tight-fitting swimsuit-inspired teddy, so she hadn't been surprised when Dennis had begun showing. "I'm really sorry, mommy," Dennis had said looking down with embarrassment at the very protruding bulge. "It's okay, sweetie," Emma had said in a low voice, "That is a very sexy teddy." "It's just so humiliating," Dennis had told his mother with blushing cheeks. "Don't worry, honey, mommy's here," Emma had whispered. She had reached down, had pulled the teddy's bottom aside and had guided her son's firm erection out of its enclosure. Emma had quickly begun stroking it, looking over her shoulder at the curtain to make sure they weren't interrupted. Dennis had started moaning right away but Emma knew that hushing him would not help. She had picked up the tempo, trying to make Dennis ejaculate as quickly as possible before the clerk heard him. Emma had almost frozen when she had heard footsteps approach the changing room. "Is everything okay, miss?" the clerk had asked from behind the curtain, "Is your daughter alright?" It warmed Emma's heart every time strangers referred to Dennis as her daughter. She loved that they couldn't tell that he was really a boy because it meant that she was doing a perfect job of raising him the way she did. Just then, Dennis had let out a short squeal and had ejaculated wildly across the floor. Emma's mind had raced when she had seen the curtain flutter slightly. "Everything's fine," she had almost screamed, "She has a cold and she just sneezed on the floor I'm afraid." The curtains had stopped moving. "Oh, no worries, miss," the clerk had replied, "I'll get something to clean it up with." The footsteps had walked off and Emma had helped Dennis quickly get out of the lingerie. He had just put on his own top and skirt when the clerk had opened the curtain. She had been holding a box of tissues and had looked down at the long lines of semen on the floor. "Oh dear, you certainly do have a bad cold, sweetheart," she had smiled at Dennis and had squatted to wipe the semen off the floor. Emma had looked on with trepidation as the clerk used several handfuls of tissue to clean the floor. "I'm so sorry about that," Emma had told the clerk, "It just happened so quickly." "Don't worry about it, miss," the clerk had replied with a smile, "Sometimes we can't control what our bodies do." The way the clerk had looked at Emma had left her puzzled as to whether the clerk had actually suspected that it had in fact been fresh semen, she had been cleaning off the floor. "All we can do, really," the clerks had continued, "is to be the best mothers we can be." This time, Emma had been almost certain that the clerk had realized what had just transpired behind the closed curtain and she had felt a worried knot form in her stomach. "And to me," the clerk had said with the sincerest gaze Emma had ever seen, "it looks like your pretty daughter couldn't wish for a more loving mother." Emma had swallowed and nodded her appreciation. "That's very kind of you to say," she had replied and had extended her hand to the clerk, "I'm Emma." "Maggie," the clerk had replied and shook Emma's hand, "Very nice to meet you, Emma." Dennis had traded a nervous look with his mother as Maggie had wiped the remaining semen from the floor. "There," Maggie had said and smiled, "All clean." Emma had purchased nearly all of the items Maggie had shown them that day. "Come back anytime, Emma," Maggie had told her and had looked at Dennis, "You too, sweetheart." Emma had felt her cheeks burn when they had driven home later that afternoon. She still hadn't completely been sure whether Maggie really had realized what had happened but if she had, she had seemed so genuinely supportive. Emma had wondered whether Maggie also had a son that she had to help out with his boy problems. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, Emma had thought. When the had arrived home and Emma had put the car in park, only then had she realized that she still had had semen on her hand. Had Maggie seen it? While it hadn't started off as anything sexual for Emma, she had felt more and more excitement these last few months when masturbating Dennis. She hadn't had a steady boyfriend since she and her husband Morgan split twelve years ago. She had obviously had sex since then, but it hadn't been anything regular, and it had actually been a while since the last time. Watching her son's beautiful stiff clitoris as she stroked it and seeing all those milky white cummies shoot out of him, really had Emma struggling. She absolutely hated herself for having fantasized about how her son's hard clitoris would feel in her mouth - or even in her vagina. She would curse herself when those thoughts hit her because she knew she wasn't allowed to do that. But it did make her question her own sexuality and her needs as a woman. "It's close, mommy," Dennis moaned. Emma looked up and smiled. "That's good, sweetheart, let mommy see your beautiful cummies." Dennis felt his groin contract and moaned deeply. His knees went soft as the orgasm sent thick spurts of semen shooting across the kitchen table. Emma squeezed the last few drops of semen out into her hand and licked it up. "You're such a good girl, Dennis, I'm so proud of you." Dennis caught his breath as his mother used a tissue to clean his penis. Finished, he was about to tuck his penis away in his thong when his mother stopped him. "Aren't you forgetting something, sweetie?" Dennis gave his mother a puzzled look. "Grandpa is coming over tonight, remember?" Emma said and smiled. "Oh, right," Dennis beamed and ran off to his room. When he came back, he was holding a short pink butt plug in one hand and a jar of lubrication in the other. He handed them both to his mother, turned around and pulled down the thong. As Dennis spread his cheeks, Emma scooped up a gob of lube and applied it to the butt plug. Satisfied that it was perfectly slippery she pressed it against Dennis' anus opening. She felt his muscles tighten and patted him softly. "Just relax, sweetie." She heard him exhale and she slowly pressed the tip of the plug into his anus. As the plug's girth increased, she paused to let Dennis' sphincter expand. "It's okay, mommy, you can put it in," Dennis told her and she pressed the plug all the way into his anus until it locked in place. The base of the plug was perfectly rounded and slid in between his cheeks so that it neither showed nor felt uncomfortable. "There, done," Emma said and slapped Dennis' cheek playfully. Dennis giggled and pulled up his thong, adjusting his limp penis so that it was squarely tucked away. Emma pulled Dennis' miniskirt down and looked at her beautiful child. Perfect. Emma gave Dennis a big kiss on the mouth and handed him the jar of lube. "Put this in your handbag, just in case you need it," she told him and looked at him proudly, "God, you are so beautiful, Dennis." Dennis gave his mother a big hug, kissed her and headed off to school.