“That’s up to you, sweetheart.” She answered. “If you really have a strong desire to switch over to panties full time or wear a bra around the house, I think you should do it sooner, rather than later. But, there’s no reason to worry about that right now.”
Then, with both of us watching in the mirror, she undid the bra and slid it down my arms and off. I could see the lines and impressions the bra made on my chest, circling my nonexistent breasts. The lines made by the straps were visible and as I looked at myself, a silent feeling of pride and satisfaction came over me.
“Ouch!” I exclaimed as she swatted my naked buns. “Now get yourself into that bath so mommy can wash you up,” she said as she laughed, “we’re running out of time, sweetie.”
Stepping into the bath, I felt the hot water surround me as I sank down into it. It was hot, yes, but it wasn’t too hot. As I lay back in the water, my cock bobbed up, as if it were a periscope, searching for the surface to spy on an enemy ship. Tossing in a bar of soap, she told me to let it float around while she went to get me something cold to drink. And after gathering up my bra, panties and stockings, she laid them on the top of the commode and left me alone in the quiet of the bathroom.
The quiet was deafening. Relaxing down into the water, I spied the pile of white lingerie I had been wearing and thought about things. “What an amazing time,” I thought to myself, “but, what would my sister or my dad say?” According to my mom, my dad would probably be okay with it all. How about my sister, Linda? Was she getting the same kind of attention from my dad that I was getting from my mom?
I felt my cock begin to harden again as I thought about my sister being in the throes of passion with my dad. Or, maybe she getting him with the strap-on. So many possibilities were popping into my head and each one was progressively nastier than the one before it. Reaching down to stroke my lengthening cock and feeling the hot water sloshing around me, I didn’t even know my mother had returned to the bathroom. “I knew you wouldn’t stay soft long.” She said.
Opening my eyes, I saw her standing there with a cold can of lemonade in one hand, a clean towel with a wash cloth in the other hand, and her head shaking from side to side. “What got you going this time?” She asked. “I’m going to have to keep my eyes on you, aren’t I?”
I watched as she bent down to lay the thick bath mat on the floor and kneel down on it, resting her elbows on the side of the tub. I remember this ritual from when she used to bathe me as a child. She would get down on her knees with everything she needed within arms reach and then proceed to scrub me from head to toe. Reaching in to grasp my cock, she asked again, “What were you thinking about?”
“Promise you won’t get mad?” I replied.
“Okay.” She answered. “I promise. There’s no way I could be mad at you now, anyway.”
“Alright then,” I started, “why did you make me promise there would be no funny business between me and Linda?”
Her answer was delivered so nonchalantly and matter-of-factly that I couldn’t believe it. “She’s not on any kind of birth control, baby,” she answered, “it wouldn’t be good if she got pregnant.”
“Oh, yeah,” I replied, “that’s for sure.”
“So you were thinking about her? Is that why you got hard?” She asked.
“Well,” I answered, “I was wondering if she might be doing the same kind of things with dad as you are with me. I mean, not that it would make me mad or anything, I was just wondering what kind of things they might be doing. That’s all.”
“Does it make you a little jealous?” She asked.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” I answered. “Actually, I think it would be good if they are. It would make it a lot easier for us to have that discussion with him, that’s for sure, and Linda won’t go blabbing it all over the place, either.”
“Are you worried she might do that?” She asked.
“I guess so.” I answered. “Wouldn’t you be worried if you were in my place?”
She thought for a minute before she spoke. “Baby, I’m sure she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You know you have to eventually talk to her, anyway, don’t you? After all, she is your sister and she lives here, too. Telling her and getting her to understand would be better than her finding out on her own, don’t you think?
Again, mom’s logic was right on. I would have to tell both my father and my sister if I was going to be able to coexist with everyone in the house. Of course, I could just forget about telling anyone. But that would mean I would have to cover up my new found desires and do everything behind closed doors, secretly hoping I would never be caught.
“Bobby,” she said, “don’t ruin the fun you’ve had or minimize the things you’ve learned about yourself by worrying about all that now. I’ll help you work through everything and we’ll find a good way to deal with it. I promise you…. we will.”
I could see the sincerity in her eyes and I knew she would come up with a way to handle my dad and my sister. It was a comforting feeling, knowing she promised to help me find ways to make everything work. So, without a care in the world, I laid back and closed my eyes to relax in the hot bath. Life was definitely good.
“Hey,” she said, “I’m going to go straighten up the bed and make everything look presentable while you soak.” Handing me the can of cold lemonade, she told me to rest and she would be back to check on me in a little while.
“I’ll leave the door open so if you need anything, just yell.” She said. “I’ll be back to wash you up in a few minutes.”
Settling into the hot bath, I let my muscles go. Soon, I was daydreaming about the adventure my mom and I had been on. I thought about the discovery of my submissive desires, my fascination with lingerie both wearing it and using it – and how she made love to my bottom with the strap on.
Dissecting everything that happened, I focused on the last few hours and how she prepared me, not only physically but emotionally, to give up my anal virginity. She was loving and understanding and the act, itself, was sweet and tender.
As was the case so many times in the last two days, my cock became hard as I thought about all of this. I felt something touch my cock and opened my eyes to see the bar of soap my mom tossed into the water bump against my straining erection. I reached down to pick the soap up, and when I did, the bar of soap almost dissolved in my hand.
Drawing my hand back, it was covered with the liquefied soap and without thinking, I grasped my straining cock with that hand and began to stroke it. The soap provided an exquisite lubricious feel as I slowly worked it up and down. Settling back into the hot water again, I made the decision to gently massage my cock until mom returned to wash me. I chuckled to myself knowing she wouldn’t be surprised to find me with another hard-on, masturbating one last time.
I positioned my feet to lift my pelvis higher so I could stroke my shaft fully. I began to fantasize about a plethora of things and finally fixated on a fantasy where mom exposed me to a woman I didn’t know, making me undress to first show my panties and then masturbate in front of the woman. I started to embellish the fantasy more and more, adding in additional women and seemingly humiliating poses with me standing on a table in front of them as they gathered around to watch me jack my cock.
Then, I added a twist where they wrapped their panties around my cock and rubbed them on my face with my mother standing in the background smiling and nodding her head saying, “Go ahead, sweetheart. Make yourself cum for us…. make yourself cum for mommy”.
I had fabricated such an enthralling story, I knew I was going to blow my rocks long before mom got back to wash me and in the instant I realized that fact, I decided to just let my cock erupt when it was time.
Maybe this will sound vain, but, as I got closer and closer to my eventual explosion, I opened my eyes to watch myself shoot. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught some movement and figuring she was coming back to check on me, I asked “Do you want to make me cum, mom?”
I turned to see her response, but what I saw is not what I expected. There in the doorway, with her eyes wide open, stood my sister, Linda. I had no idea how long she was standing there, but it looked like she had simply frozen in mid-step. Her eyes were darting back and forth between my cock and the pile of her lingerie I had just worn.
I was too far gone to stop my explosion and even before I could yell for my mom, or for my sister to get out, I totally erupted in a fountain of cum that shot a foot or more out of my cock, plopping down squarely in the middle of my chest. In the split second I had to think about what to do, I almost yelled. But, I had this vision of my dad hearing the screams and running up the stairs to the bathroom to see what was wrong….. and him seeing me, too. So I just sat there… myself frozen. My cock, though, continued to spurt out cum while my sister stood there watching.