Mommy’s Panty Boy Ch. 02

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Ever since mommy and I broke the ice that first day, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Everyday I rushed home right after school to do a few chores for mommy so she wouldn’t have things to worry about. I always met her at the front door with hugs and kisses. Sometimes I’d be dressed, sometimes not. Mommy always wore such nice sexy clothes, I really loved hugging her when I was naked. I always got so nice and hard from that. Mommy really loved that too because it always made her excited when she could feel my cock growing hard against her. Our hugs and kisses at the front door always turned into heavy make out sessions. I really loved running my hands all up and down mommy’s body feeling her sexy clothing and the sexy curves underneath. Mommy loved fondling my bare butt and playing with my erection and my balls. Then we’d go into her bedroom and have sex for an hour or so before taking a break for dinner.

After I finished my homework we’d have sex again until bedtime. I started sleeping with mommy and we’d spend the night wrapped up in each other’s arms. Sometimes mommy would dress me up in her sexy clothing, her panties, nylons, bra and sexy dresses. I really loved that more than anything else because it made me feel so sexy, just like her. We’d sit on her love seat, both dressed so sexy like that and just make out and fondle each other for hours.

After about a week or so of love making, mommy said that she wanted to bring another woman into the equation because she didn’t want me to become too addicted to mommy-love exclusively and thought it would be healthy for me to experience another woman.

Mommy had a friend at work named Alisa who she thought would work out just fine. So, I’ll sign off here and let Alisa tell her story of how it all happened:

Janet (Wendell’s mom) and I work in one of those large offices with lots of cubicles. We share our cubicle with a couple of computers, filing cabinets, and stacks of paper. I am just 21 and a new hire so Janet has kind of taken me under her wing to help me get into the swing of things as far as work goes. Needless to say, I admired Janet from day one. She always looked so beautiful and dressed so sharp. Occasionally our conversation would drift to sex (I mean who doesn’t talk about sex), and I admitted to her that I was bisexual. I just loved the way her eyebrows raised and her cheeks blushed when I said that.

That was a couple of weeks ago. Since then it seems that she has gotten more friendly with me every day. We always eat lunch together. And, during lunch hour our talk ALWAYS drifted to sex. Usually we talked in academic terms about such topics as men in general, their equipment, incest, lesbianism, cross-dressing, and all that, but she never ever came out and told me exactly what it was that she was into. She made vague references to her ex, so I figured she was divorced or something. At any rate, I certainly appreciated the increased interest she was showing in me and I found myself thinking of her when I masturbated at night, and thinking of her when I got dressed for work in the morning. I started wearing stockings, shorter skirts, and more revealing blouses.

One day, last Friday, I got real bold. I wore a short silky white slip dress. Actually, it was one of those things some women are now wearing that are meant to look like lingerie but is really a formal dress. In my view it really was more of a slip than a dress—but that was all right with me. It was legal (just barely), and it was very, very sexy. Being nearly flat like I am I decided to go braless letting the silky material of the dress tease my nipples. The slip dress came down barely to the top of my thighs and showed off my garter straps and the tops of my nylons. I wore white pumps to match the dress.

After putting on my make-up I looked at myself in the mirror, and posed a little, imagining how I’d look to Janet. I’ve never considered myself to be a raving beauty. I’m about five eight, brunette. I’ve got decently athletic legs, and a nice round butt, but my chest is flat. I kind of like being flat chested though because my puffy nipples stick out more. When I masturbate I love just rolling my nipples around and around on my flat chest like a couple of marbles on a plate. That feels so-o-o-o good. Sometimes I can cum from just doing that without even touching my pussy.

Just thinking about that made my nipples tingle. In the mirror’s reflection I could see them growing, tenting the lingerie-like material of my dress.

Needless to say, when I arrived at work every male eye popped out of its socket. But male attention wasn’t what I had in mind right then. I turned the corner to enter our cubicle and was glad to see that Janet was already there going through some papers.

“Morning Janet,” I said as I entered our cubicle.

“And good morning to you too, Alisa.” Janet looked up from her paper work and her mouth dropped open when she saw what I was wearing.

I made the most of it, thoroughly enjoying the bakırköy escort look she was giving me as I strutted over to my own desk right next to hers. I rubbed my legs together as I walked so she could hear my stockings go “swish, swish, swish.”

When I reached my desk, I bent over–with my ass facing Janet–to set my purse on the floor beside my chair. As I bent over, my dress slid up exposing most of my panty covered butt to Janet’s eyes.

As I stood back up Janet was running a hand through her hair and licking her lips. “My, that’s a daring outfit you have on today,” she said.

I giggled. “You should have seen the looks on the faces of all the guys out front when I came in.”

“I don’t blame them. I think it’s really gorgeous and sexy.” She gave me one of her sexy smiles where one side of her nose kind of crinkles.

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, giggling and doing a quick turn to show it off for her, then I sat down at my desk. “Oh, my god, look at all this crap on my desk. Guess I’ll have to do some work today.” I threw a smile back over to Janet who was beginning to return her attention to her paper work.

As I turned to my own paper work, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Janet was wearing a pretty sexy outfit herself. She had on a one piece silky black dress that came down to just below her knees, but was split up both sides almost to her hips. She had a few buttons undone down the front to show some of her ample cleavage. She also had on a pair of black pumps and beige stockings. She had her legs crossed so the slit on the side opened enough for me to see her gorgeous leg all the way to her garter straps.

Throughout the day I couldn’t help but to steel glances her way when ever I thought it wouldn’t be noticed too much. Halfway through the morning, she got up to go to the restroom, and I watched her every move the same way she had watched me when I entered.

When she returned, I was ready. As soon as I heard her re-enter the room I turned around in my swivel chair to stare at her just like she had done me earlier. “You know, you’ve got on a real sexy outfit too,” I said. “Such a beautiful silky dress, it almost sparkles when you walk.”

“Why, thank, you,” she said, giving me one of her crinkle smiles. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It looks so nice and silky, I’d really love to touch it.” I crossed my legs flashing her a bit of panty. I loved the way her eyes darted down to my crotch.

“Sure.” She licked her lips and gave me another crinkle smile as she stepped up close to me.

I took the hem of her skirt in both my hands caressing the material between by thumbs and fingers—with my fingers on the inside of the hem. “Ummm, this feels so nice and sexy,” I said. With one hand holding the hem down, I ran my other hand up and down the slit on the side letting my fingers lightly grace her legs. “And, I just love the way it’s slit up the side like this. It’s just so very, very sexy. I’ll have to get one for myself.”

“Then you’ll put me to shame,” she teased.

“No way!” I giggled and gave her a playful slap on the butt. “You’re body is awesome—especially in this outfit.”

Her face turned red as she sat down in her chair. Then her face crinkled up into that irresistible smile again. “You’re too kind with the compliments.” Then she turned back to her paper work—as I also did.

Towards the end of the morning I got up to file away some of the papers and I was pleased to notice that Janet watched me as I got up out of my chair. When I had swiveled around in my chair I had my legs crossed and when I uncrossed them to get up I made sure Janet got a good shot of my panties. As I walked over to the filing cabinet Janet made no secret of the fact that she was looking at me. In fact she swiveled around in her chair to make it even more obvious that she was staring straight at me.

And OMG, how sexy she looked! She had let her dress slide up a little more than normal, and with her legs crossed like they were, the slit on that side was flopped open all the way so her entire leg showed all the way up to her hips.

Knowing she was looking at me like that, I decided to make the most of it. Instead of putting the papers in the top drawer where they should have gone, I decided to put them in the bottom drawer. Keeping my legs straight, and with my butt facing Janet, I bent all the way over making sure my ass popped out of my short skirt. I took my time placing the papers in the drawer, shifting my weight side to side a couple of times. It made me get wet doing that knowing that Janet was watching.

When I was done, I stood back up and smiled at Janet as I walked back towards my chair while rubbing my legs together making sure that my nylons went “swish! Swish! Swish!”

“I just can’t get over how sexy your outfit is,” Janet said, recrossing her legs and flashing me a bit of her own panties before swiveling her legs back under her desk. “I don’t know how they bakırköy eve gelen escort ever let you in here without arresting you, but I’m sure glad they did.” She giggled, and started to reach for another stack of papers.

On an impulse I walked up behind her, and placing my hands on her shoulders I said,” why thank you Janet, that is so sweet of you.” I gave her a quick kiss on the side of the face then went to sit down.

Her face turned bright red again, but that didn’t stop her from watching me as I sat down.

I sat down on my swivel chair with my legs facing her, then I crossed my legs real slow making sure she saw lots of panty. I enjoyed the way her face seemed to turn different shades of red, then I gave her a smile and turned back under my own desk to do a little more work.

About noon time, Janet got up out of her chair and came up and stood directly behind me. I loved the way her perfume enveloped me and blended with mine. She pressed her body up against the back of my chair and I swear I could feel the heat of her cunt going right through my chair and through me. But of course, that may have been just my wishful thinking. But there was nothing imaginary about her fingers running through my hair.

“I just love how silky your hair is,” she cooed. “It feels so nice and soft on my fingers.”

“Why thank you. It feels good what you’re doing.” I let out a sigh. Then I pressed my head back against her stomach.

Her hands left my hair, briefly caressing my face as she lowered them to my shoulders. Then she gave my neck and trapezeus muscles a gentle massage. “What say you and I take off and get a little lunch?”

“Sure,” I agreed while regretting the termination of her little venture in intimacy.

We found a table in the corner of the lunch room where we could sit by ourselves. We sat across from each other and looked into each other’s eyes as we ate. I enjoyed watching the way her beautiful face moved as she chewed her food. Every now and then she flashed me one of her crinkle smiles, and my heart ached—not to mention my pussy.

“So, tell me Alisa,” she asked after wiping some mustard off her lips, “how did you ever get started with girls?”

I told her how me and a neighbor girl once started making out with each other just to see what it was like, and how that progressed into fondling each other, and then lots more.

When I got to the part about my first kiss with the neighbor girl, Janet’s eye brows lifted and her face turned red like it does sometimes. I watched her mouth open so sensuously.

“Ummmm,” she said, and licked her lips.

Figuring she was getting turned on, I drug the story out a bit, filling in all the details. When I got to the part about us starting to fondle each other, I heard a soft “clunk” sound as her shoe slipped off her foot and hit the floor. Suddenly I felt her nylon enshrouded foot touching against my calve. And it was my turn to get the red face. My mouth suddenly got dry. A copper taste filled my mouth. I smiled weakly at her, then licked my lips and continued my story.

She gave me another crinkle smile, and as I told her about my first taste of pussy she began rubbing her foot up and down my calve.

By the time we started walking back to the office, my pussy was so wet, and my knees were trembling so bad I could hardly walk. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Janet, but I have to step into the restroom for a moment. I’ll see you back at the office.”

“Okay.” She crinkle smiled at me.

In the restroom I closed myself in one of the stalls and quickly pulled my sopping panties down. I wanted to play with my aching pussy so bad, but I knew that once I started, I’d be there all today. Instead I took some toilet paper and tried to sop up some of the dampness so I wouldn’t smell so rank when I got back to the office.

Stepping out of the stall I examined myself in the mirror to make sure everything was in order, then returned to our cubicle. Janet was sitting at her chair but she wasn’t working. Instead she was reclining back in her swivel chair reading a little pocket book. From that distance I couldn’t read the title of it, but I could tell by the size and shape of the book that it was one of those sleezy little porn story books they sell at adult bookstores.

But it wasn’t the book that attracted my attention. It was Janet. As I entered the cubicle her magnificent legs were pointed right at me. Her silky dress was pulled up, and she had her legs crossed one over the other with the slit of her skirt open so far I could see all the way up to her panty-covered hip. And, the way she was leaning back in her chair made her look all the more sexy with her thighs and knees pointed upwards.

And all of a sudden my futile attempts in the restroom to dry my pussy were flooded away in a gush of hot girl goo steaming my horny cunt.

As I walked towards her on trembling legs, she looked up from her booklet bakırköy grup yapan escort and gave me a hot smile. As her beautiful (green/blue) eyes went back to her book, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs flashing me a lot of panty-covered crotch.

Drawing close to her I was able to read to title of her booklet and it sent jolts of electricity all through me. “Fam-fun” it said on the front cover. Then in smaller print it said “real live incest stories.” I was also close enough to her to recognize that mine wasn’t the only pussy in the room that was steaming wet. The musky heat coming up from between her legs blended with her perfume and enveloped me.

Standing beside the arm of her chair I inhaled deeply letting her sexiness send me to la-la land. I saw her own nose dilate but I no longer cared how strong my hot, wet pussy smelled. My crotch was only half a foot or so from her face and watching her bosom heave as she inhaled deeply only made me all the hotter and all the wetter.

I put my hand on her opposite shoulder and bent over pretending to look at the book closer—and this move caused my crotch to press against her closest shoulder. “What’re you reading there Janet?”

“Oh,” she giggled. “Just a little story about a mother and her son getting it on.”

“Sounds hot,” I said, moving around to my own chair. I was careful to flash her a real good shot of my sopping wet panties as I sat down and crossed my legs. “Will you let me read it when you’re done?”

“I’ll do better than that,” she said, closing the book and dropping it back into her purse. She swung her legs back under her desk and looked me straight in the eye. “Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow and we can read some of these stories together?”

“S-s-s-sure, I’d love to.”

She wrote out her address on a piece of paper, sketched out a small map, and handed it to me. “See you just after dinner tomorrow then?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Great. We’ll have a blast. But now, I guess we’d better get some work done just in case the boss decides to pop in on us.” She returned her attention to the pile of papers on her desk.

It was difficult concentrating on work and trying to make it through the day after all that had passed between Janet and I that day, but somehow I managed. At the end of the day we walked out to the parking lot together. When we reached my car she slipped an arm around me and gave me a sweet kiss on the side of the face. “Don’t forget tomorrow evening now.”

I slipped my arm around her to give her rear a little pat. “Don’t you worry. I wouldn’t miss that for anything.” I returned her kiss, then we parted. “Bye, bye now,” I said as she walked over to her car.

Needless to say, the first thing I did when I got home was masturbate thinking of how sexy Janet was, and of everything that had transpired that day—and fantasizing about what I hoped might happen tomorrow.

The next day I was a bundle of nerves as I did chores around the house. I ate dinner fairly early, then spent some time deciding what I should wear to go over to Janet’s house. It had to be something sexy, but how could I beat what I wore yesterday? On a whim I finally decided to go with the “little girl” look. First I shaved my pussy, then I put my long brown hair up into double pigtails, and slipped on a paper-thin white T-shirt. A pair of white panties and a skimpy tennis skirt with white pumps completed my ensemble. At the last minute I decided to be really daring and take my panties off. After all, what did I shave my pussy for?

Nervous as a cat I pulled into Janet’s driveway at 7:30 p.m. As I rang her doorbell I wondered what she would be wearing.

“Well, hello Alisa,” she said when she opened the door. She had on a one piece blue satin dress that came almost down to mid-thigh. It was unbuttoned enough down the front that I could see ample cleavage—especially since she was wearing no bra. The satin material clung to her curves so deliciously the shape of her peach-like breasts stood out prominently. Her erect nipples poked at me most lewdly. With heels and hose she looked so formal and dressed up I suddenly felt out of place with my outfit.

“Hello,” I held out my hand while eyeing her dress up and down. “M-m-maybe I should have dressed a little more formally too.”

“Nonsense. You look so cute in that tennis outfit,” she said taking my hand and drawing me into an embrace. “I was wondering if you could wear anything that’d be sexier than what you wore yesterday, but this is awesome, I really love those pigtails.” She gave me a peck on the cheek and fondled my hair.

“Come on in and have a seat.” She took me by the hand and led me into the living room.

We sat down side by side on the couch. On the lamp stand next to Janet was her little incest booklet. She saw me glancing at it.

“Ahh, before we read any sexy stories, why don’t you do a little modeling, show off that cute little outfit you’re wearing?”

“Sure,” I said, “if you’ll return the favor?”

“It’s a deal.” She shook my hand and gave me one of her crinkle smiles.

I briefly put my hand on her thigh as I boosted myself back up out of the couch. I stood in front of her and did a slow 360% turn so she could see me from all angles. “There’s really not much to my outfit, as you can see.” I grinned at her.

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