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Then, my aunt sat down on the bed and pulled her feet up again, openly displaying herself. When she saw me looking at her, she dropped her hand to her mound and pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy.
“Brenda, you’re absolutely evil,” mom said, “all you’re going to do by teasing him like that is make him hard. You know we can’t let him come again.”
“Oh,” my aunt replied, “you’re no fun!”
Aunt Brenda tossed me one of the panties she held in her hand, saying, “Put those on and tell me how you like them, Bobby.”
I watched my aunt wiggle herself into the other pair of panties she was carrying as I held mine up and looked at them. They were bright red and very soft and slinky. As I bent to step into them, my mom came over and reached down to help pull them up my legs. “Silk,” she said, “these are silk panties, sweetie. How nice.”
I reached down to feel the silk panties. They were incredibly soft. My cock started to firm up again as I ran my hands over my butt and around to the front. My mom was watching me… standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. “They look good, sweetie,” mom said, “but silk panties are expensive so take care of them, and don’t forget to thank your aunt.”
I turned to see Aunt Brenda stepping into her skirt and zipping it. As she adjusted the skirt on her waist, she stepped toward me and reached down to cradle my growing cock in her hand. “Do you like them?” She asked.
“I do,” I answered, “I like them very much. I like the feel of the material on my skin. Thank you, Aunt Brenda.”
“You’re quite welcome, Bobby,” she answered as she winked at me, “every girl should have at least one pair of silk panties.”
Aunt Brenda reached up to kiss me on the cheek and then she hugged me. Softly whispering in my ear she added, “It’s just a shame you won’t have them on very long.”
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Aunt Brenda let go of my silk encased cock and stood. Pulling my mother several steps away from me, my aunt whispered something to my mother and then they whispered back and forth for a few minutes. Finally, mother smiled and nodded her head as she glanced over at me. “Perfect.” I heard my mother say.
Aunt Brenda turned and headed toward the desk as my mother walked back to me. Reaching into my panties, mother straightened my cock and pointed it to the side, tenting my new red silk panties. The new panties my aunt gave me weren’t as stretchy as the panties my sister dressed me in after my shower. Consequently, the sheer force of my erection pressing against the red silk created something of a topographical representation of my cock as it was held against my body. I could see the outline of my cock head clearly as the tight material fought to keep my pole in check.
Straightening the waistband of my new silk undies, mom started to smile. Then, fingering a wet spot that was appearing at the end of my cock, she shook her head side to side and said, “It figures.”
“What?” I asked.
“Well,” mom answered, “you remember how you said you thought your sister was devious for threatening to make you cum while I was out this morning?”
“Yeah, I remember.” I replied.
“Your Aunt,” she continued, “can sometimes be the same way, I’m afraid.” Then she added, “I’m betting she gave you red panties because she knew they would show a wet spot better than any other color.”
We exchanged smiles and let it go. It didn’t matter to me. I mean, why would I care at this point? Both my mom and my aunt watched me cum. Why would I care about something as insignificant as a growing wet spot at the end of my cock!
So, straightening the shoulder straps of my bra, mom put her arms around me and hugged me. “Are you having fun so far?” She asked.
“Jeez, that was awesome, mom.” I replied. “You seem to know more about what I want sexually than I do.”
“Sweetheart,” she answered, “don’t forget I grew up all those years with your Uncle Mike. When he was your age, and even way before that, there was no doubt he was submissive. Your aunt and I became experts at pushing his buttons, so, I’ve had some practice at this. Also, sweetie…. I do listen to what you say when we talk. Maybe you don’t remember some of the things you’ve said, but I do.”
“Wanting to have no control in being stripped and exposed is your submissive side coming through.” She said, hugging me. “Enjoy it and don’t be afraid of it, baby, I’ll be here for you.” Her hug was warm and loving, and her words were reassuring. Hearing them, I knew that I was perfectly safe and she was the one in control.
“Bobby, listen to me.” Mom said, as she pulled back from the hug. She put her hands to my cheeks and turned my face to look at her as she spoke in a very serious tone. “In the next few minutes, you’re going to have to trust me a lot and be really brave. It’s not going to be easy, but, you’ll be a good boy for me, right?”
Something close to panic set in and I began to think about all the possible things that could test my bravery. I looked over toward Aunt Brenda to see her facing away from us, talking on the phone. Soon, she was done with her conversation and as she was hanging up the phone, Aunt Brenda turned to my mother and nodded her head as if she was giving my mom some kind of signal.
My heart began to pound. It felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. I snapped my head back to look at my mother, hoping to get a reassuring word from her that nothing weird was going to happen. “Settle down.” Mom said. “I’ll be here the whole time, sweetheart.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the procedure room opened and a young woman came in. She was pulling a cart behind her and as soon as the door was closed, the young woman reached over and locked it.
“Fuck!” I hissed quietly as I tried to slip unnoticed behind my mother. But, mom was ready for that because she grabbed my arm and held me close to her side facing the young woman.
“Come with me,” mom whispered, “and don’t you dare embarrass me.”
With that, she let go of my arm, calmly took my hand and pulled me toward Aunt Brenda and the young woman. As we walked the ten paces across the room, I felt the young woman’s eyes on me, undoubtedly shocked to see a young man dressed only in a bra and red silk panties. Even though my mom told me to be brave, I couldn’t look up from the floor. I was blushing profusely, embarrassed and utterly humiliated that a stranger was seeing me dressed the way I was.
When we got to be a step or two away from them, my aunt gestured to the young woman and said, “Bobby, this is Erika. She works for me.”
Slowly, I looked up. Erika had a friendly smile on her face, but her eyes were moving back and forth between my chest and my crotch, obviously examining the way I was dressed.
“Erika,” my aunt continued, “these are the clients we spoke about earlier today. This is Bobby and his mother, Sherri.” Erika extended her hand to my mother and they shook hands lightly. Turning to me, Erika extended her hand and said “Nice to meet you, Bobby.”
I reached out to shake her hand. When I did, it was obvious to everyone that I was trembling. As our hands came together, I noticed how light and soft her handshake was.
“Oh, your hand feels so warm!” Erika said. “Are you feeling alright?” She asked.
“I think he’s just nervous.” My mom answered. “He’ll be fine.”
I forced a small smile and as I looked at Erika, I caught her looking at my panties with the very noticeable wet mark where the end of my cock was. When she looked up and realized I caught her staring, she gave me a dainty laugh and a wink.
Erika was a pretty girl. I judged her age to be about five years older than me. She was about the height of my mother, but she was thinner, and her breasts — although not large – were set high on her chest. Her short blonde hair was accentuated by her deep tan and she wasn’t dressed provocatively at all; just a plain skirt and a pink chiffon blouse. But, because we were so close in age, I felt extremely uncomfortable and utterly disgraced as she looked at me.
“Bobby,” my aunt said, trying to get my attention, “we have a rule saying there must be two staff members present anytime we do a procedure with a naked male. That’s why Erika is here. She’s going to stay until the procedures are over and then she’ll leave. Okay?”
I looked at my mother. When I did, both Erika and my aunt looked at mom, too. I was surprised again when mother answered for me, saying “Of course. That’s fine.”
Turning back to me, Aunt Brenda began to explain. “I hand picked Erika to be here today for three reasons, Bobby. First, she’s one of my most trusted employees and knows when to keep quiet. Secondly, she knows these procedures almost as well as I do — maybe better – and I know your mother wouldn’t settle for anything less.”
I looked at my mom. She glanced at me with a knowing smile and mouthed the words “Thank you” to my aunt.
“Lastly,” my aunt said, “Erika is excited about being here and helping. Today is her day off and she’s doing this on her own time, which means she’s here because she wants to be here, Bobby, not because I made her be here.”
Aunt Brenda paused and moved over next to me so that I was standing between her and my mother. She put her arm around my waist and leaned up to kiss my cheek. “Erika, this is my favorite nephew,” Aunt Brenda said, “I want him to get extra special care here today. His mom and I talked about everything this morning, so she knows what’s going to happen every step of the way. And as I explained to you earlier, she’ll be helping us from time to time, anyway.”
“Anyone have any questions?” My aunt asked.
I think I was in shock. Between the hospital bed, a locked door, a cart full of stuff, me standing practically naked in a room with three women and all this talk about procedures, I was literally shaking and starting to sweat. I wasn’t thinking clear enough to put more than three words together, much less an entire question, so I stood there waiting for my mom to say something — anything! But when she didn’t, I just looked at her with disbelieving eyes and wishing someone would clue me in on what was going to happen.
Finally, when no one said anything, my aunt shrugged her shoulders and said, “Okay then, let’s get started.”
“Erika,” my aunt continued, “why don’t you get the cart ready and I’ll get the bed ready for Bobby. Sherri,” my aunt said, pointing behind us, “there’s some coffee and cold drinks over there by the washroom. You and Bobby make yourself at home. And Bobby,” she said looking straight at me, “you might want to see if you need to use the washroom before we begin. Your mom can explain what I mean.”
As she finished speaking, Aunt Brenda turned toward the rolling bed and fidgeted with the side rails. Erika walked to the cart and pulled it toward the bed. My mother, taking her cue from my aunt, took me by the hand and led me to the washroom.
When we entered the washroom, mom closed the door behind us and I looked around. This wasn’t your typical washroom at all. It had a whirlpool bath, a shower large enough for three or four people, a bank of heat lamps, two sinks and an unusually large padded counter with several straps and handles.