Pretty Pink Frilly Panties

by Maggie Cat

 

My name is Michelle and I have a story to tell. It has a number of traits in common with the stories I’ve seen on the Internet but there is one exception. This one is my mine.

When I was very little my father packed up and left. I only remember that it was abrupt with little time for good-byes and that my parents fought all the time until he was gone. From that point on it was just my Mommy and I doing our best to be a family. I know it’s the typical beginning to a story like this but it’s the way it happened. I grew up with only my Mommy and her influences. To make things harder for us I had been diagnosed with a disorder not uncommon in young boys called gynecomastia. It’s an imbalance of hormones during early puberty. Surprisingly it affects more than fifty percent of all adolescents and in rare cases does not ever go away. I have an especially difficult time because it has effected me worse than most. I rank in the top ten percent of cases for severity and long term issues. Essentially gynecomastia results in accelerated breast growth and delayed or limited hair growth. It rarely effects a young boy’s ability to have or maintain erections but it can lead to embarrassment and ridicule from other children if its really severe. My chest is larger than it should be but still not so noticeable that I have had any conflicts with the kids at school. I’ve been able to hide what I have by wearing tight T-shirts and trying not to draw attention to myself. What I can expect for the future is unsure and only time will tell. My condition didn’t really mean much to me and I never paid any attention to it. Its important to understand that after my father left my Mommy and I developed a relationship that was not like most other families as she was more than supportive and caring so very little ever bothered me.

With that aside let me tell you about the most wonderful time in my life. I was sitting alone in the living room after school. I had gotten home a little early because of the teacher conferences scheduled for that afternoon. It was unusual for me to have been back to the house before two so I had a lot of time to kill before Mommy got home. She came home around six, which left me about four hours to myself. I switched on the television and headed to the kitchen to make a snack. I dropped into the sofa and made myself comfortable and ate. This was in the age before cable so we only had a few channels and I ended up watching a soap opera. That’s when I noticed that most of the women on the show were very beautiful and very feminine. One in particular really grabbed my attention and I found myself staring wildly at her. She was very pretty with an almost burgundy shine to her. From her makeup to her clothes to her hair she was a wonder to behold. I could clearly see her bra through her sheer blouse and If I stared hard enough I was sure I could see her nipples in their lacy cups. She was dressed really well and looked very professional but she was so sexy at the same time. I was starting to get a little excited by them and soon I was shifting around to make room for my hardening penis. I wasn’t very big, only about four and a half inches, but it was enough to make my jeans tight. Before long I had my jeans undone and had started to play with it. The women were almost too much to take and I was soon stroking my penis faster to match the building excitement. Something that I hadn't noticed was that my chest was moving with each stroke. What you have to remember is that it was a simpler time and the only exposure I had to the opposite sex was my Mommy and the catalogues that she left around the house. I had masturbated to every lingerie add in the house but my fertile little mind could make any woman into a sex object and the soaps were no exception. In a short time I had managed to pump my cummy mess into my hand.

It took a couple of minutes to catch my breath and decide to get cleaned up. I headed off to the bathroom to wash my hands and re-tuck my T-shirt. That’s when they caught my attention. In a neatly folded pile on a chair in the corner of the bathroom was an assortment of my Mommy’s lingerie. It looked like she was on her way back from the laundry and had set them down and forgotten they were there. I had the urge to investigate so I stepped over to take a look at them. The colors were all pastels. It was mostly bras and panties but they very soft, silky, and dripping with lace. The feminine frilly clothes immediately transfixed me. I had never had any ideas about touching lingerie or taking the time to feel it but for some reason. The bras and panties mesmerized me, delicately holding up each one to look at the lace and feeling the slinky fabric. Before long I was getting jealous of my Mommy for what she got to wear. Everything looked so sexy and felt so good to touch that I started to wonder why I didn’t get to wear things like these. At this point it was only curiosity that led me to pick up the lingerie and the feel of the panties and bras that led me to wish my clothes felt that nice. After a while I put everything back and went back to the living room. After an hour of cartoons I had forgotten all about it but the seeds had been sewn.

At six my Mommy came through the front door. She got home every day on time like clockwork, never late without warning. Being only twelve I was too young to cook so we would have dinner after she had been home for a little while and relaxed. I would help clean up and I did keep the house clean most of the time so it was never very hard. It was a team effort and I was never allowed to be lazy about keeping up my fare share of responsibilities. We ate and then watched more television until it was bedtime and she tucked me in for the night. I was getting a little old to be tucked in but since it was just mom things like that didn’t seem important. I was used to my Mommy treating me a little sweeter than most of my friends. They had fathers who added masculinity to their lives and enforced certain behaviors. I am not a sissy, but my Mommy and I are much nicer to each other than I witnessed at my friend’s homes.

The next day, Friday, I got home from school on time. It was about four and I knew I had a couple of hours until Mommy got home from work. I had a list of chores to do before she got there so I started going through the list and completing each task. Most of them were not more than just picking up around the house or loading the dishwasher. As I worked my way down the list it was time take out the garbage. First I had to go around the house and gather up all of the small wastebaskets and replace the bags with clean empty ones. I went from room to room until I reached the bathroom. Again today there were some clothes in a neat pile on the chair in the corner but these were different from the ones she left yesterday. I had a little time so I took the chance to look them over. I was faced with a similar set of frilly lacy panties and bras and some new items that were not here before. In the pile there were a couple of slips and some stockings. Again I found myself stunned as I investigated the various pretty things. I held up the panties and wondered how they would feel. I rubbed them over my faced to enjoy the cool and silky fabric. I ran my fingers through the slips and even held up some stockings and felt them as they ran through my fingers. This time something was different. I hadn't masturbated yet so before long my penis was rock hard as I thought about the lingerie and how it would look on a woman. I just had to try the panties on.

I quickly stripped off my jeans and underwear and stepped into a pair of cream colored panties with lace around the waist and hips. They were a little loose as I pulled them on. My hard little penis was tenting them but they still fit me well and hugged my hips higher than my underwear. My whole tummy was inside the panties pulled over my bellybutton. Sensations that I had never felt before were taking over and soon I was frantically rubbing and pulling on my penis through the silky slinky panties. I felt a brewing eruption and then I made my usual cummy mess. I was careful to pull the panties out of the way before it was too late and little drops landed on the floor at my feet. It was disappointing to interrupt my cummy explosion but it would have been very bad if I messed the panties. I felt a little faint as t I reluctantly slipped them off and neatly folded them Mommy would be here any minute and I had to finish with the garbage and finish the list of chores.

Just as Mommy came through the front door I was finishing with the last item on my list of chores. I sat in the living room while she cooked dinner. I flipped through some channels, and flipped through some catalogues until we ate. After dinner my Mommy left the room for a little while and I continued to watch TV. When she came back there was something about her that made me uncomfortable. You know how someone can try to hide how they feel but you can see that there is a problem and you’re about to hear it? I could see in her face that she had something to say. Mommy came over and sat next to me on the sofa. I had never noticed here nightgown and robe before but it was especially pretty and I found myself staring. After the episode in the bathroom I wanted to touch it and feel the fabric. It was a sweeping white gown with a matching robe trimmed in antique lace. As she sat down I could see the outline of her panties under the satiny slinky fabric. Her panties looked full and covered most of her bottom and were high on her waist. I could see the lace as her gown pulled tightly around her. That’s when I noticed that my penis was hard and pulling my jeans tight. It was a little embarrassing but I shifted my position to hide it and I don’t think she saw me. I cant say that I was at all confused about my reaction to seeing her panties or wanting to feel her gown because I had never felt anything like this before and I was used to Mommy being dressed this way. This time was only different because I wanted to touch the silky lacy folds of her gown.

Mommy turned to me and smiled but her smile looked thin and my stomach started to knot a little. My mind raced through everything I had done wrong in the last week that she could possibly know about but never once did I expect her to ask me about the clothes in the bathroom. I didn’t think it was wrong to look at them and I was careful when I played with myself not to leave a mess. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had paid close attention to folding everything and finishing the list but I had forgotten about my cummy mess on the floor. But it must have dried by now and she could never have seen it. Its amazing how fast your mind can work when you are trying to understand why you might be in trouble. I had all of these thoughts while she took a breath between sentences and soon I had the answer. Mommy wanted to know why her clothes had been disturbed. I could swear that I folded them neatly and put them back but somehow she knew that I looked through them. Sweetheart its OK if you look at my things, I’m not angry, I just want to know why? she asked me. I felt a little more at ease because her words were soft and kind and the way she smiled was not as thin as before. I decided to tell her about my curiosity but leave out the part about making the cummy mess all over the floor. Lying to Mommy didn’t ever seem right but sometimes telling the whole truth can be a little too embarrassing. Without my father to help me understand about masturbating I had learned on my own and, although I felt really guilty for doing it and didn’t want to talk about it, I managed to do it at least once a day. My darling there was something on the floor in the bathroom that I think we should talk about. Stunned silence while my heart leaped out of my chest and fell to the floor. I was completely caught.

Darling, little boys do things like that and its normal. I knew that some day I would have to talk to about this and I want you to know that its OK. Your father would have handled this but he’s not here so I want you to talk with me and I will try to answer any questions you have. I tried to gather some courage to talk to her but this was something I had grown so good at hiding that just talking about it with my Mommy was not going to be easy. Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean towellit was just that I I couldn’t tell her about wearing the panties or feeling her lingerie but how do I explain being in the bathroom in front of that chair? I was just looking at yourthe clothes you left and they felt so niceI thought about how pretty you are andyou knowmy penis was My words were falling out of my mouth and just hanging there like they were stuck in the air. My love, its OK. I want you to know that there is nothing to be ashamed of and I’m flattered that you think I’m pretty. It may not be right for you to think of me when you are playing with your penis but its all right to play with it. I was turning bright red and starting to get really uncomfortable. Mommy could tell I was not relaxed so she tried to comfort me with the one thing that all Mommies say even though it only makes it worse. You don’t have to be embarrassed about your penis I used to powder your bottom. I’m sure you’ve grown since then but I am your Mommy and you don’t have anything that I haven’t seen. This only served to make me recoil a bit more. Sweetheart, yesterday when you came home early I had forgotten and left some of my things in the bathroom. I had meant to carry them back to my room and put them away but the phone rang and distracted me. I talked for a few minutes and was almost late for work. I noticed that when I went to take them and put them in my lingerie chest they had been moved. What got my attention was that they had been folded carefully like you didn’t want my to know you had touched them. But I always fold my panties a certain way with the lace folded in and they were not the way I left them. That’s how I got caught. By trying to be careful I actually made it worse. If I had simply left them in a pile then I could have made any excuse but since I took the time to try and put them back Mommy knew I had touched them. This morning I wanted to know for sure if you had studied my lingerie so I left another pile. I picked out some things that I thought you might like and put them in the bathroom. Like yesterday they had been moved around and refolded. Then I noticed the small drops of your cummy mess on the floor. My heart was really pounding and I could hear ringing in my ears. It was like being at the end of a long dark tunnel with the room so far away. I understand why you might be curious about touching my lingerie because I go to a lot of trouble to have really pretty lacy things, but what I want to understand is why you felt sexy and touched your self. Now I had no idea how to respond so I just sat there staring at her until the best answer I could come up with slipped past my lips. Mommy, I don’t know It was a classic and always served me well until now. Darling? Do you like to touch my lingerie for any reason more than curiosity? Its OK to tell me the truth. There is nothing wrong with little boys being interested in things they don’t normally see. I felt a wave of honesty come over me so I started talking without really listening to my own words. Before too long I had confessed to touching them yesterday and trying on her panties today. I even told Mommy about how they made me feel sexy and that I couldn’t help myself so I played with my penis until I made the mess. I then tried to act like it was nothing and that I was sorry for disturbing her things. Mommy sat quietly for a minute then spoke. She reached over to take my hand and her soft fingers wrapped around mine while she looked right into my eyes. My love, it not wrong for you to try things like this. It would be wrong for you to hide it from me if you are touching my things though. If you feel like there is something about me or my things that you want to know about I want you to be perfectly comfortable with telling me about them. I know you are embarrassed about your penis and what you do when you are alone but wanting to try my lingerie is not a bad thing. I feel sexy when I wear them so I understand why you would too. Right now I was thinking about my father. If he hadn't left us then he would probably tell me that it was wrong and that I should never do it again. But my Mommy was soft and sweet and only wanted me to grow up as normal and adjusted as she could help me. Baby, I want you to tell me what you felt. As your Mommy I want to understand what you are going through. I know that if you father were here he could talk to you about things like this but he’s not here so I need to learn about what you are going through. I don’t fully understand what it means to be a young boy so you’ll have to help me.

With her approach I couldn’t help but feel less weird about what I had done so I started to open up to her. Mommy, I never had feelings like this before. I have touched myself before while looking at pictures of women or when watching a woman on television. The women in your catalogues are very pretty and some of the women in soap operas are very pretty. Sometimes my penis just gets really hard and I have to relive myself. When my penis gets that way its like I can’t think of doing anything else and those feelings take over until I’ve made a cummy. Mommy listened carefully to my every word. Darling, how did my lingerie make you feel this way? she interjected. When I picked up the panties and bras I thought about what they might feel like on a woman. I started looking at everything in the bathroom. After I touched them I noticed that they were soft and pretty and all the silky fabric and lace felt good in my hands. Then I wanted to know what they would feel like if I wore them. When I put on the white panties my penis got really hard and I couldn’t help but touch myself there. I guess I felt very sexy while I was wearing them. They felt smooth and cool and the slinky silky panties felt good when I ran my hands over myself in them. Most of the time saying something like this would seem wrong but right now it seemed right to be so honest. My Mommy was very sweet listening to me. I was looking at her while I spoke noticing how her gown looked and how it made her breasts look. I couldn’t help but notice that she looked like she was really happy wearing something so full and silky. I was fascinated by how much the gown slid around on her and how it made little tiny wispy sounds when she moved. Her robe had long sleeves that ended in lacy ruffles at her wrists. They were full like the rest of the gown and it looked like she was almost swimming in the robe and gown. I wanted to know how it must have felt to have panties on with them sliding around inside such a silky gown. Mommy had panties that were full and covered almost all of her bottom and tummy and it must have felt really nice. What I didn’t realize was that while I was thinking about this and looking her she was watching my reactions and could easily know what I was thinking about. I was being very obvious.

If you ever want to try it again you can borrow anything you like from my room. I want you to be happy but I also want you to be honest with me. If you go into my room with me I will show you where everything is. Having said that she stood up and took my hand and brought me to my feet with her. Again I stared at her as she moved and I noticed that her breasts were framed beautifully by her gown. I could clearly see her nipples through the thin satiny material and lace. Her robe had fallen open while she stood but she soon had it retied around her. I followed her into her room staring at her bottom all the way down the hallway and up the stairs. When we went inside I was overwhelmed with how nice her room was. Her taste in furniture was classic and antique. It’s something that I have never noticed before. Everything including the bed was a deep stained wood or white satin with lace and ruffles. I could smell her perfume in the air. Something else I never noticed before was that Mommy didn’t make a sound as she walked. He steps were soft and quiet like a cat. I couldn’t see her feet because of her gown but I knew she had on slippers from when we were in the living room on the sofa. She walked us over to a tall chest with a single column of drawers. This is where I keep all of my favorite lingerie. In here you will find my bras and panties, stockings, slips, and most of the other lingerie like Basques and corsets. But if you want something like what I’m wearing now they're hanging in my wardrobe or armoire. While she told me about her lingerie she showed me various things and walked around the room pointing them out. I was dumbfounded by how much she had. I only ever had a few pairs of underpants but Mommy had drawers full of things and closets full of things. It was like she was collecting them. Mommy? Why do you have so many pretty panties and things? I asked. She told me that women have to have different bras and panties for the outfits they wear. She told me about how a woman has things like cinchers and corsets for dresses that require a better figure and slips for dresses and skirts that someone might see through. I listened to everything she told me while she showed me examples by holding them up to her or to me. I couldn’t help it and my penis was hard while she held some of the sexier things to me. While she took things out and put them back she turned to me and surprised me with her next question.

Sweetheart, if there is something you want to try then just say so and I will get it for you. What would you like? My mouth was open while I tried to catch a breath. Do you have anything like what you're now? I asked almost mumbling. Mommy went to her closet and took out a set that was very similar to the one she was wearing but it was pink and had a lot more lace. Then she went to her chest and took out some panties that were also pink and much bigger than the ones I had worn earlier in the bathroom. Stand up and take of all of your clothes I turned red again and started to protest but was immediately calmed by her coming to me and starting to pull up my shirt. It had been a while since Mommy had seen me without a shirt. I tried to stay covered most of the time. When I had my shirt over my head she stopped me and turned me to face her. I was more than scared when she stared at my chest. My condition was not better but had actually gotten a little worse over the past year. My chest protruded about three and a half inches and my nipples were larger than anyone in my gym class. I was lucky not to have to change in front of anyone because the school knew it would be hard for me to be made fun of so they let me enter the locker room a few minutes late and get to my next class late too. They are so pretty. she said. I tried to cover up, I’m sorry sweetheart, I haven’t seen you this way for a while and I had no idea you had grown so much. I know you want to hide them from everyone until we can do something about your condition but at home its OK to forget your fears. I think that you are a borderline c cup or at least a very full b. Will you let me try something? I was shriveling into a little ball but Mommy has a persuasive nature that could put a hungry lion at ease. Let me help you try out a bra, I have one that I think you will really love and it’s just covered in lace! She said excitedly. There was little I could do, or wanted to do, to avoid such and embarrassing event.

Mommy went over to her lingerie chest and came back with a lacy pink bra and she was absolutely right. It was completely dripping with lace. Mommy lifted it by the shoulder ribbons and held it up to me. Hesitantly I put my arms out for her to slip the ribbon straps over my arms and onto my shoulders. Then she stepped around behind me, reached under my arms, and pulled the bra together in back. The tightness felt really nice and before I knew it I was wearing a bra with my breasts pushed together and up. I had cleavage and a bust most girls my age would be proud of. It felt really wired to have something around my chest and the ribbons were digging into me a little under the weight of my breasts. Right away my nipples grew hard and were clearly visible through the thin silky cups. One of the symptoms that I live is large nipple. I have significantly larger nipples than other boys do my age. For the first time in my life I felt like my breasts were not something to be ashamed of. Mommy smiled really wide at what she had done to me. I was trying to reach for my shirt but Mommy reached for my hand at stopped me before I could get to it. Sweetheart? How does it feel? Do you like it? she asked sweetly. There was no way to hide how I felt and I’m sure she could see that I was enjoying the subtle confinement and the slight silky felling I would get when I move a little. I had no idea that something so simple and feminine could be so nice. I guess girls mind wearing bras a little but they must also like them too.

Mommy, I don’t know if this is right. I have been waiting for the day when my doctors could help me fix my chest but right now I’m almost happy that I have this problem. Mommy took both of my arms and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. It was a tender kiss that sent some shivers down my spine. It was somehow seemed like I was more sensitive. Mommy reached past me and picked up the panties from the bed. I knew what she wanted to I turned around and slipped out of my shoes and socks and then pushed my pants to my ankles. I felt Mommy’s hands on my hips to steady me with the panties rubbing against my side. She slipped her hand around me to hand them to me but changed her mind and held them open for me to step into. Still tuned away from her trying to maintain some modesty I stepped into them and she pulled them up onto my hips. They were really full and covered my tummy. I was absolutely swimming in the soft silky panties. The lace matched the bar and the ruffles of lace gathered around my legs. They were tight but also loose at the same time. My penis was really hard and the panties had so much room that they tented out in front. I didn’t want to turn around or I knew she would see me. These are called granny panties but they are so silky and can be very sexy if they are matched with the right lingerie she said. I couldn’t understand why anyone who had ever tried them would ever wear anything else. Turn around and let me look at you she said softly. Slowly, very slowly, I turned around. My hard penis was tenting the front of the panties badly. She looked down for a second but didn’t acknowledge anything was unusual. Shock! I was standing in front of my Mommy in a pink bra and panties. My breasts were wrapped in silky satiny lace and my hard penis was straining to escape the silky confines. It was not something I would have ever believed would happen to me.

It didn’t take long for the idea to dress completely to move through both of our minds. I was a willing participant and I loved every minute of it. Mommy picked up the gown and lowered it over my head. I melted into it and was enraptured in silky caresses. There was so much fabric that I was literally drowning in silky waves and lace. Mommy told me that it comes from the Shadowline Lingerie Company. She told me all about the gown while I grew accustomed to having something so luxurious wrapped around me. The sleeves are called cap sleeves, and the gown itself is called Belle Fleur. Gut wait until you try this! her excitement was making me feel the same. This is the matching robe and if you think the gown is nice you will just die when you wear the robe! With that Mommy picked up the robe and I put my arms into the long sleeves. The sleeves were edged with lace and the hem fell below the gown. Mommy, this is absolutely wonderful! Do you get to feel like this all the time? I know it was a stupid question because she was dressed in a gown and robe very similar to mine. Mommy lifted my gown and robe and helped me remove my bra so that I would be dressed just like her. The cool fabric of the gown made my nipples even harder if that’s possible. Now I could feel my breasts bounce inside the gown and my nipples were very clearly visible through both the gown and robe. I had to hug her so badly that I just grabbed for her and we almost fell together. My penis pressed into her and with all of the layers of silky gowns and robes and panties it almost more than I could take. Oh my! You must be miserable. She said as she felt my hard penis press into her. Your breasts look lovely but that penis is a monster. Sweetheart, do you like being dressed like this with Mommy? I was overcome with emotions and started to cry a little with tears running down my cheeks. I’m not exactly sure what I was feeling but I guess it was the joy of being so feminine and also so free.

Mommy handed me some slippers and I had to sit to put them on. Trying to step into them while I was dressed this way was really hard because of all of the material. Every time I tried to step into the fuzzy pink mules I stepped on the gown or robe instead. Never before in my life was I so happy to have breasts and to have been passed over when puberty caused all of my friends to grow hair. The hair on my head was long and fell over my shoulders and down to my breasts. Its thick and wavy, kind of blonde, but mostly auburn. I hadn't looked in the mirror yet but I knew I must look very pretty. If the way I felt in Mommy’s lingerie were any indication then I must be beautiful while dressed this way. The only awkward aspect of all of this was my hard penis that never seemed to forget that I was wearing pretty pink panties with tons of lace, a lacy silky gown, and the lacy long sleeved silky robe. I was a dream in pink. Mommy and I sat on her bed, the satin sheets were really amazing while dressed this way, and we talked about the day and all of these changes. It was the kin of evening that most boys would run away from but in the pink dream I am her daughter.

Before much time had passed it was bedtime and I slept in the gown and panties. When I woke up I found that the robe was still lying on the foot of bed where I left it the night before. Then I noticed that I was still swimming in the robe and panties. I had to touch myself. I ran my hands over my nipples and breasts. It was like electricity was running through each tender fingertip. I slowly slid my hands down to my panties and slid the gown around over the panties causing a sensation that only someone who has been dressed this way can understand. I lifted the gown and drew it up my legs until my hard penis in the panties was exposed to the air. It was a very chilling experience as the cold air of the room caressed my thighs. I had to play with myself so I pulled my panties to one side to free my penis without having to take them off. It plopped out against my leg. I never thought of my penis as sexy but for some reason seeing it encased in silk and lace made me think of it in a new way. I wanted to kiss it and hold it. I started to slide my hand over it while I felt my balls with my other hand. As I started to stroke the length of my penis my breasts were bouncing in the gown rubbing my nipples against the inside of my gown. It was heaven and before long I was ready to explode. I closed my eyes and let go of any reservations as I felt the warm cummy mess pump out over my fingers. I was very careful not to mess in my panties. I looked around for something to wipe away my little cummy and there was anything in reach. I didn’t want to try to stand up yet so I did the only thing I could think of. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked a little of it into my mouth. My cummy was salty and also sweet. That was the first time I ever thought of tasting it and it turned out to be very nice. I continued to lick my fingers clean and scoop up the drops that I had missed. What a strange day but a wonderful day at the same time!

After a few minutes there was a gentle knock at my door. I quickly put back my penis into the pretty pink lacy panties and pulled my gown back down. I had just gotten the covers over me when Mommy walked in to say good morning. It was Saturday and I had the whole day to do whatever I wanted. We always had a rule that there were no chores on the weekend if they were all done on time during the week. Darling? You’re still dressed in the gown and panties so I assume that you like it. Would like to try more things today. I had such a great time playing last night and I would like to help you if you want to. I know that you have been through a lot last night so I will understand if its too much right now. You look lovely though, and I think it would be a shame to miss this opportunity for us to share something. I had only been awake for a short time and had already made a cummy mess once. I could easily foresee several more during the day. The only difficulty would be finding the time and place to relieve my hard penis. Mommy leaned over me and sat on my bed. She was also wearing the same gown as last night but without her robe. Her breasts are much larger than mine. How strange is it to think of having breasts when for so long I tried to deny myself and hide them. In the pretty pink lacy gown I have breasts. As she leaned in I was staring at her breasts. I love the way they look when they hang from a woman leaning over and Mommy's were stunning. I almost let out a sigh when her nipple grazed over mine and ours gowns made a slippery sound. I would like to try more I answered meekly. I have been so afraid of what people would think if I ever took my shirt off but dressed like this I’m proud to show you what I have. Where do we start? After a short conversation we agreed to have breakfast and then we could talk more about what to do next. I got out of bed in front of Mommy and put on my robe. Mommy went to her room and put hers on too. We met in the kitchen and prepare a light meal of grapefruit and for the first time in my life I shared a cup of coffee with her. It was the closest we have ever been and we have always been closer than most. I felt completely at eases and soon forgot that I was dressed so feminine and frilly.

 

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Part two is coming soon. Any suggestions?

 

 

 

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