Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2010 15:38:17 +0000
From: Pearse Jackson
Subject: Loved (Part 2)
Sam opened the wide wardrobe doors, biting his lower lip softly as he
stares at the many feminine things in there, high heels, lingerie, dresses,
skirts, all hung up neatly. Sam had never known his mother to be the type
to wear lingerie.....he found himself staring at a black teddy, imagining
his mother wearing it, slowly stripping.....he was stroking himself at the
thought, moaning softly, but he finally regains his composure and rests his
hand on his hip with an effort.
He begins taking out a few different pieces of lingerie, as these are the
clothing that are exciting him to look at, and exciting him even more to
imagine his father looking at him in them.....as he took out a red
babydoll, he noticed something tucked away deep into wardrobe. His questing
hand found the hanger which it hung off, and he took it out, staring at it
while his dick throbbed and his eyes widened.
A schoolgirl outfit.....the hottest schoolgirl outfit Sam had ever seen, a
tartan, plaid skirt, one Sam knew would barely come below his ass cheeks, a
pair of white stockings with a black bow at the top of each stocking, a
shirt that could barely be called such, only one button present on the
front, that Sam knew would not even cover the top of his stomach, and would
leave a lot of his chest open. He tenderly laid down the clothes on the
bed, replacing the hanger. He started down at it....then abruptly tore his
gaze from it, and, yet again, his hand from the crotch of his pants. He
went to a set of drawers in the room, finding some old underwear of his
mother's......he was yet again struck with the image of her semi- and fully
naked. He ruffled through the open drawer, finding a white G-string,
smiling as he imagined putting it on. He laid it down beside the clothes on
the bed, taking a deep breath as he surveyed it all, imagining his father
taking him dressed as a schoolgirl.....
He was eager to see how he'd look, so he quickly stripped his school
clothes on, and started putting on a whole different school of school
clothes. First, the white G-string, loving the feeling of the side straps
sliding up his hairless legs, then the bottom strap disappearing between
his ass cheeks. Then the stockings, Sam suppressing moans of delight as
they stroke every pore of his legs. The skirt, settling so comfortably on
his hips, over his panties. He then put on the shirt, knowing there was no
real reason for a bra, giggling a little as he realises the shirt covers
nothing more than his nipples and some of his chest, leaving most of his
torso open for all to see. He went back to his mother's wardrobe, which he
wondered, aroused by the thought, was it his wardrobe now? Nevertheless, he
turned his thoughts to the present once more, biting his lower lip softly
as he looks down at the bottom of the wardrobe, deciding which of his
mother's many pairs of high heels he'd wear.....spotting a pair of black, 5
inch Mary Janes, they seem almost logical considering what he was wearing,
putting them on as he sits back on the bed. He deliberately avoids looking
in the full length mirror standing beside the wardrobe, looking resolutely
past it as he goes to the bathroom adjacent his parents' old room, thinking
that he may find some make up in there. Smiling as he finds a small metal
box, unlocked, standing on the small window sill in the bathroom, opening
it to find all matter of foreign looking things, recognoising lip gloss at
the least, taking it out and, with the aid of the small window set above
the sink in the bathroom, applying a light coat to his lips. He then steps
outside the bathroom, standing in front of the full length mirror.
He moans softly, for staring back at him from the mirror was a young,
teenage schoolgirl, an obviously kinky one, at that. He honestly looked
like a girl.....he noticed, for the first time, high cheekbones, fairly
slim eyebrows, a slight curl to his eyelashes, full lips, a slim figure,
long, hairless legs just like his father, no, Jamie had said, and,
arousingly to Sam, a little curve to his hips apparent within the skirt. He
resists, with a considerable effort, the urge to masturbate to his own
image, wondering if other beautiful women turned themselves on this
much. Other beautiful women, no, he meant, beautiful women....did he?
He (or she?) shakes his head, and goes to sit down on the bed, wondering
how long he's been in preparing himself for his father, and how much longer
his soon to be lover would be at work. Then, when he looks upon the pillow
to contemplate his head resting against his father's there, he notices for
the first time a DVD in a see through case, with a small note beside it. He
grabs the note and reads it, :
''Precious, glad you've found the note and DVD. Just something I thought
I'd get for you, to celebrate our coming together as one. I hope it wets
your pussy, because I love the feeling of a warm, wet pussy on my hard dick
as I fuck. Love, Jamie.''
Sam reread it, then reread it once more. God, how he was turned on.....if
only Jamie were here right now, he'd beg for his cock. Taking the DVD, he
walks, carefully in his high heels, out of the room and down the stairs,
going into the sitting room, beginning to walk a little more naturally now,
kneeling down to put in the DVD and put on the TV, stepping back and
settling himself in the armchair, thrilling himself as he crosses his legs
over his small, erect penis as the images start to play.
His legs forgotten, he gasps as he sees his mother, naked, on the screen,
stretched out provocatively on his parents' bed. She was a vision of
beauty, big, full breasts, tanned, healthy skin, a perfect smile so kinky
and warm, long legs that didn't seem to end, and between those legs.....a
pussy shaved but for a very small bit of hair above it, gleaming from
something she had applied to it. Sam found himself staring at that pussy,
his mouth open as he imagines the taste of it, but the camera moves
suddenly, hearing his mother purr, ''C'mon honey, my pussy needs a little
care'', as the camera is settled on something high enough to see her and
the entire bed, and then suddenly his father, also naked, comes into the
screen. His dick looks so amazing to Sam's eyes, gasping as he sees the
muscle bound shoulders and back as Jamie walks over to the bed, knowing his
father was fit, but this was beyond fit, to Sam's young eyes, his arms
seeming to engulf his mother as Jamie leans down to kiss her, long and
deeply it seems. Sam absent mindedly rubs his penis through his skirt and
panties as he watches his father pleasure his mother's neck and breasts
with his lips, rubbing her sides and hips as she moans in pleasure, the
moans of her bringing moans likewise from Sam. Suddenly his father kneels,
and rubs his mother's legs before pulling them around his waist, raising
her lower body up. Sam, his mouth wide open and eyes glued to the TV,
watches as his father enters his mother, cumming as he sees his hard, huge
dick enter that tender, smaller pussy.
''I'm glad you're liking it, sweetie'', came his father's voice from behind
him, and then his hands came to rub Sam's shoulders and neck. Sam, not
taking his eyes from the TV, just moans in response, feeling light
headed. Jamie comes around his seat and lifts him up, sitting down and
settling Sam sideways on his lap, Sam subconsciously putting one of his
arms around his father's neck, moaning louder as he feels naked flesh
against his arm and shoulder, finally looking away from the TV to see that
his father is topless, wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else, his
muscles bulging from his skin, seeming to gleam to Sam. He looks back to
the TV while his father rubs Sam's back with one hand, reaching underneath
Sam's skirt to rub at this small penis. Sam moans louder and louder as his
mother does likewise, seeing his mother tense hard and cry out, then
seconds later his father doing the same, but continuing. Sam, realising his
parents had just cummed, cums himself, closing his eyes for a second as he
feels dizzy, moaning huskily as his father continues to rub his penis,
despite it going limp still sending thrills through Sam's teenage body.
''Hmm, honey, you look gorgeous. Go turn that off, and come back here, so I
can have a taste of you'', his father's purred words enchanting and
hypnotising him, hopping off his father's lap, choosing to go down on all
fours rather than kneel to shut the DVD player off, letting his ass arch up
in the air, not knowing where this kinkiness in him was coming from, but
loving the soft groan it brings from his father, then he stands, looking
his father in the eyes as he walks, very woman-like in his high heels, back
to the armchair, kneeling in it astraddle his father while facing him,
settling his ass back onto his father's lap as he hooks his arms around
Jamie's neck. Jamie smiles, his hands going around Sam's hips and under his
skirt to rub his ass cheeks, Sam moaning in pleasure at this touch as Jamie
leans forward to kiss his son, his tongue entering Sam's mouth as one of
his hands slowly rubs between his ass cheeks. Sam arches his stomach and
chest hard into his father's body as the pleasure from both actions surge
through his small frame, seeming to make his skin tingle, his body
shudder. Jamie breaks the kiss, his hands, disappointingly to Sam, leaving
his ass, going up his sides then to his small shirt, unbuttoning the single
button, Sam stripping it off himself, smiling at his father then gasping as
Jamie leans forward and takes one of Sam's tautened nipples in his
mouth. Sam screamed silently, his face screwed up prettily and his hands
gripping Jamie's shoulder tight as his father's lips and tongue bring
ecstasy to Sam, squealing girlishly as his father's hands find Sam's ass
cheeks again, rubbing them and squeezing them every few seconds. Jamie's
lips seemed so, so soft to Sam, around and on his hard nipples, Sam's neck
arching as the blissful pleasure seems to simulate his every muscle and
nerve. Jamie leans back, Sam finally seeming to breathe again as he stares
down at Jamie, Jamie's hands still rubbing his ass slowly.
''Honey, I'm sure you can smell the garage off me, so I'm gonna go take a
shower. Why don't you get ready wihle you're waiting?'', whispers his
father, smiling wickedly at Sam. Sam, the emphasis of ''ready'' not lost
on him, can indeed smell the garage off him, but finds it as such a manly
smell that he whispers, ''Daddy, I don't mind, I like it.....'', blushing a
little as he knows, and he can see his father knows, that he wants his
father's cock right now.
Jamie smiles, and purrs, ''In that case, I'll go upstairs, get into the
shower and you can join me there'', lifting Sam gently, and easily, off him
and settling him down on the arm of the chair as he walks upstairs,
throwing a smile over his shoulder at Sam. Sam, his eyes wide and his dick
starting to stiffen again, gets up and hurries up the stairs to his
father's room to strip as the sound of the running shower meets his eager
ears.