0 comments/ 219786 views/ 20 favorites Pinky By: epiphany65 Brian McKay sat in the back seat of his parents' van and stared out the window at the passing scenery. Ten days of peace and quiet at his aunt and uncle's house in the country lay in store for him and he was elated. He had just finished his first year of college and desperately needed a vacation of some sort. He had spent more time than he should have throughout the year partying and had a hard job catching up on his classes before exams. He made a vow to himself that next year he would do better. But for now he put all of that out of his mind. For the next week or so he planned to relax as much as possible, and spend time with his Uncle David and Aunt Judy. Judy was his father's younger sister and his favorite aunt. She never failed to forget him on birthdays and Christmas, and this year she promised that his visit would in-part be a belated birthday celebration, as well as a chance to congratulate him on finishing his first year of college. "I'm so glad you wanted to come with us on this trip." Nancy said to her son as she twisted around to smile at him "Most nineteen year-old guys would want to stay home and party while their parents were away." Brian laughed. "I did my share of that at school, mom. It will be good to relax for a while in the country." Brian turned and looked out of the van window again. He was struck but the vast emptiness of the Wisconsin landscape. It seemed that they could drive for miles in-between houses. He appreciated it though, and was glad to get away from the noise and clutter of the city. Gary McKay turned the van left and drove up a long narrow gravel driveway to his sister and David's house. He gave three short blasts of the horn to signal their arrival as he brought the van to a stop in front of the two-story pale blue house where his sister and brother lived. Moments later David and Judy appeared on the front veranda, smiling and waving as they descended the steps to meet them. A wide grin appeared on Brian's face as he saw his aunt, and he felt his heart begin to race. It had been a year since he had last seen her and he found her as pretty as ever. Her shoulder length brown hair was blown back by the gentle breeze and she smiled warmly. Judy was wearing a loose-fitting green sweatshirt and jeans. Brian quickly guessed that from the movements of her breasts beneath it she was braless. He stared through the window for a moment at the outline of his aunt's round breasts as she walked towards her brother and gave him a hug, then he looked down to survey the curve of her hips and her round ass which were emphasized by the tight jeans she wore. His cock immediately began to stiffen and he took a moment to collect his thoughts before he exited the van with his luggage. "I'm so glad you were able to come too, Brian!" his Aunt Judy said as she held his arms and pulled her to him. Her fingers ran up his back and through his shaggy black hair as she hugged him. Her body felt sensuous -- soft and curvy -- and Brian felt Judy's thigh pressing on the bulge in his jeans. "It's good to see you too." she said in nearly a whisper as her hazel eyes met his and she grinned. His cock twitched and he forced a smile, then turned his blue eyes from her. "Let me help you bring your bags in," David Atkinson said as he picked up Gary and Nancy's suitcases "You guys must be hungry. Judy's been busy cooking all day." Brian gripped the handle of his suitcase harder, feeling his palm begin to sweat as he watched his parents and Uncle Dave enter the house. His aunt was still holding his hand and he could feel her arm pressing against his. The scent of her perfume filled the air and it brought back memories of her and his Uncle Dave's visit to their house last year. It was during that visit that Brian began to see his aunt as a very sexy woman, and would attempt to catch glimpses down her top when she bent over, or stare at her as she walked by. In retrospect he realized that his leering was sometimes quite obvious and he was surprised that his aunt never reprimanded him for it. "Let's go in." Judy said as she tugged at Brian's hand and lead him inside. Brian watched as his parents got out bowls and utensils and began helping themselves to the chili that Judy had made. Up until their arrival he had been hungry, but after seeing his aunt once again lust had superseded hunger. He leaned against the small partition next to the fridge and watched everyone eating. "Aren't you going to have something?" his aunt asked. "No, thanks," he said, giving his head a shake "maybe later." A few moments later Judy got up from the table to go to the fridge to refill her glass of ice tea. Brian felt her brush by him as she passed and inhaled deeply, drawing in her perfume. His parents and uncle were busy eating and talking amongst themselves and never bothered to look in his direction, for which he was grateful. "Aren't you going to eat?" I spent all afternoon making chili." Judy said, sounding somewhat hurt. "Maybe later. I'm not really hungry." Judy reached up and wrapped an arm around her nephew's shoulder, pulling him to her. She kissed his cheek and slid a hand down his broad back. Her breasts were pressing into him and Brian's mind was filled with a mixture of lust and guilt. She smiled at him then returned to the table to finish her chili. "That was great, hon." Dave said as he pushed his empty bowl away and smiled at his wife. "Yes, it was," Nancy added "I'll have to get the recipe from you before we go." "Let's go into the livingroom and sat down. It's more comfortable in there." David said as he brought out some beer from the fridge. Brian followed as the rest of the family went into the livingroom. He sat down on a chair opposite his aunt, mindful to not be too obvious as he stole the occasional sideways glance at her as she sat next to his uncle on the sofa. For close to the next hour he answered questions from his aunt and uncle about how his school year went, if he had a girlfriend, and his future plans. As much as he liked them he soon found the attention uncomfortable and tried to change the subject of conversation to his father's promotion at work and their house renovations. As soon as he had the opportunity he decided to find an excuse for some solitude. "I'm going to go out and have a cigarette," he announced as he reached into his jacket pocket for his lighter and cigarette pack "it looks like it's a really nice night out." He heard his mother make a comment about how she wished he didn't smoke but he ignored her as he walked towards the veranda. The evening air was cool and crisp and Brian noticed how it smelled. Clean, he thought. He watched the smoke from his cigarette drip upwards towards the half moon shining in the sky. He followed it with his eyes and was amazed by how clear the sky was without smog and street lights. He couldn't remember seeing more stars than on that night. He listened to the chatter and laughter from inside as he sat down on a chair at the edge of the veranda. He heard his Aunt Judy's voice and smiled to himself. Closing his eyes he could picture how she looked that afternoon as she greeted them... hips swaying and breasts bouncing as she walked towards the van. He felt his cock harden and reached down and slowly rubbed it through his tight jeans. He wished he could take it out and stroke it, but knew that was out of the question given the circumstances. Brian flicked his cigarette over the railing and slid down in his chair as he hand moved over the outline of his hard-on through his jeans. He lost track of time as his thoughts fixated on his sexy aunt. It was only when he heard her voice that his eyes snapped open wide and he snatched his hand from his lap. "What a shame you have to do that for yourself. I'm sure plenty of girls would love to themselves." she said in a soft voice as she walked towards him smiling. Brian stared at his aunt standing beside him, afraid of what she was about to say. She looked down at the bulge in his jeans and grinned. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone." she said as she sat down on his thigh. Brian looked up at his aunt and her eyes met his. He returned her smile, feeling somewhat relieved, yet embarrassed. Her arm was around his shoulder and she was slowly rubbing his back. Her ass felt good on his leg and he wished he could feel it. She leaned into him causing her breasts to brush over his arm. Now his cock was harder than before. Brain slid his hand down over his aunt's hip towards her firm ass. "We probably don't have much time. Have a quick feel." she encouraged. Brian gave his aunt a surprised look and she flashed him a sly smile. "Go ahead." she reassured him. Brian slid his hand down over his aunt's round ass. It was firm and he gave it a squeeze, grabbing a handful of her pliant flesh through here jeans. She leaned against him, holding him tighter. Brian could now see her nipples poking out from under her sweatshirt and he wondered if that was because of the cool night air or him feeling her. He wished he could run his hand over them too. "Trying to corrupt the younger generation too, I see..." Brian jumped at the sound of his father's voice and jerked his hand away from his aunt. Turning to his left he saw his father standing there smiling at Judy. "Don't worry, he's a lot more shy than you." Judy said as she slid off of her nephew's lap and walked over to her brother. She leaned back against the railing of the veranda and pulled Gary to her by his waist. Brian watched as he father slid his hands up Judy's sides and stared at her chest. Judy's hand moved down her brother's back, coming to rest on his ass. She gave it a hard squeeze and pulled him to her. Brain watched in shock for a few moments until his father turned to him with a smile. "Be careful around her, Brian, she's got lots of tricks up her sleeve." he said and laughed. Brain smiled back at his father, not quite knowing what to say. "I was just getting re-acquainted with Brian, that's all. I haven't seen him in a year and we have a lot of catching-up to do." Judy smirked. "We're getting to bed. I just wanted to come out and let you know, and to say good-night. Your mother put your suitcase in your room, Brian, it's the second one to the left." Gary said. "Sweet dreams." Judy said as she leaned towards her brother and kissed his cheek. "Night, dad." Brian said. "Night, Pinky." Gary told his sister as he reached up and gave her left breast a quick squeeze. Judy let out a sharp laugh, then watched her brother go back inside. She listened for the sounds of footsteps upstairs before sitting back down on her nephew's lap. She gave him a warm smile and leaned into him as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Pinky...?" Brian quizzed. It was then that Brain for the first time saw his aunt blush and suddenly appear bashful. "Oh... it's just a nickname your father had for me when we were younger." she said, trying to be as vague as possible. "Why?" Brian quizzed. Judy never answered immediately so Brian gave her a gentle shake. "C'mon... why?" he prodded. "Promise you won't tell anyone I told you -- especially your dad and mom?" Brian gave an eager nod, anxious to perhaps hear some titillating piece of gossip. "Promise!" "Well," Judy began "years ago when we were younger your father walked into my bedroom one day without knocking. I was changing so I... I never had a top on and he... saw me..." "Your boobs?!" Brian interjected with surprise. Judy nodded as she smiled at her nephew. "And..." her nephew prompted. Judy looked out at the starry sky and smiled as she reminisced. "From then on his nickname for me, when no one else was around anyway, was Pinky because of my nipples." She let out a nervous laugh and looked back to her nephew. "No one else knows this though." Brian gave her an understanding nod and looked down at her chest and her nipples still poking out from her top. Judy followed her nephew's eyes and smiled. "He might not call me that anymore if he saw me. They've sort of changed over the years -- gotten a little darker." Brian felt his cock twitch at his aunt's candor and continued to stare down at her. "I saw him grab one when he was out here just now." he told her. "Your father is a bad boy sometimes." she said, sounding amused "But I bet you're not much better." She winked at him and Brian blushed. "Was tonight the first time he's felt them?" Brian asked. "You're full of questions, aren't you." his aunt said, hoping to change the conversation. "And you're avoiding my question." her nephew countered. Judy laughed. "Well, what do you think?" Brian shook his head. "I bet it wasn't." he said smirking. "No one can know we had this conversation, Brain. You understand?" his aunt said, feeling nervous. "Don't worry, I'll carry it to my grave." Judy laughed at her nephew's reply and clutched him tighter. "It was all harmless fun, you know. Gary just liked to feel them, that's all." she explained. "I don't blame him." Brian retorted, feeling emboldened by lust. "Oh, and why's that?" his aunt replied in mock confusion. "They're nice." he spat out, not taking his eyes from his aunt's chest. Instead of replying Judy got up from Brian's lap and quickly walked inside. Brian felt his heart sink. He was scared that his candor had offended his aunt and she was about to report him to his parents. Instead, moments later Judy re-emerged from inside and abruptly tugged him from his chair by his wrist. "Everyone's asleep, but be quiet." she said. Brian briefly stumbled to regain his balance as she lead him off of the veranda then around to the side of the house. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, but soon discovered he could clearly see his aunt in the pale moonlight. Without saying a word his aunt hauled her top up over her head. Brian stood in amazement as he stared at his aunt topless before him, holding her sweatshirt in her hand and smiling. "Wow..." was all he managed to say in a whisper. His Aunt Judy reached out and pulled him to her so his chest we nearly pressing against hers. "Feel them." she said, her hot breath washing over his cheek and ear. Brian reached up with both hands and cupped his aunt's breasts. They were firm and he squeezed them, trying to fit all of them in his hands. Her hard nipples grazed over his palms and fingers and he pinched one then tugged at it. "Feels so good..." Judy said in a low voice as she clutched her nephew's shoulders. Moments later Brian felt her hands rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. He flinched somewhat in surprise as his aunt began feeling him but soon relaxed again. It was only when she reached down to unbutton then unzip his jeans that he pulled away and looked at her in shock. "It's okay... just relax." she said as she tugged his jeans and underwear down slightly. Judy gave a slight gasp of lust as her nephew's cock sprang into view. "Oh my... like father -- like son." Brian gave her a look that was a mixture of surprise and pride, then moaned as he felt his aunt's warm hand on his cock. She grasped it firmly then began stroking him. Her skin was soft and Brian felt light-headed with arousal. He stared at his aunt's breasts, jiggling slightly as her hand moved over his cock faster. Minutes later he shot a thick stream of cum onto the lawn and let out a heavy sigh. "We better be getting to bed before someone gets up and wonders where we are." his aunt said as she pulled her sweatshirt back on. "Ah... yeah..." Brian mumbled, his heart still racing. Judy grinned as she watched her nephew fumble to get dressed again. She gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow." she whispered as she walked back towards the steps. Pinky Brian looked down at his aunt lying next to him and gave her a pleased smile. "I better get cleaned-up a little before they get back." Judy said as she stood up and adjusted her dress and opened a window "You better air the room out to. It must smell like sex." Brian laughed and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Aunt Judy..." he said. "What?" she asked as she buttoned her dress. "Thanks. I'll never forget that. You know... I'd never..." his voice died out in mid-sentence. "Never?" she asked out of surprise. Brian shook his head, unable to face her. "I would have never known. You were great!" his aunt said and kissed his cheek. Brian heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and quickly got dressed so he could take a shower before his parents and Uncle Gary returned. Pinky ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. "Wake up, Eugene!" Eugene 'Pinky' Pinkham opened his eyes and looked around the dark bedroom. The female voice was familiar. A brisk night breeze fluttered and stirred the window curtains against the wall and glass panes. Pinky's eyes adjusted to the dark quickly because the room was bathed in moonlight and laid strange white silhouettes around the room. He listened patiently for the voice but only heard a dog barking far away. "I must have been dreaming," he thought. "You weren't dreaming, Eugene," the voice spoke again. "You're back!" Pinky seemed surprised. "I'm never far away; I told you before that I always watch over you," the soft voice reminded him. "What do you want?" Pinky whispered. "I believe you know," the voice said. "No, I don't. What do you want?" "You know why I'm here," the voice insisted. "How do you know?" Pinky cocked his head, trying to locate the voice in the dark. "I know everything you do, and I know what you did before you fell asleep," the voice chided him. "So?" "So, you know what I told you would happen if you did it again," the voice reminded him. "I didn't think you meant it; I thought you wanted to tease me." "We had an agreement," the voice reminded him. "I can't do it," Pinky plead. "Get up, Eugene, and dress," the voice insisted. Pinky pulled back the covers, rose from his bed, pulled on his overalls, and walked outside to the barn through the moonlight, head hung low and shoulders hunched. "What now?" Pinky played dumb. "Do what you agreed to do," the voice replied without emotion. Pinky walked about the barn in the darkness, found the double-bladed axe, and carried it over to the chunk of log they used as a chopping block. He found a chair, pulled it over to the log, and sat down. "You're all set!" The voice said. Pinky's idea of an Angel materialized out of the moonlight. "You promised, and I need to know that I can trust you, Eugene." Pinky hesitated. "Go ahead, Eugene, you must do it now. You agreed to stop what you were doing, and swore you'd cut your hand off if you ever did it again," the angel said. Pinky picked up the heavy axe with his right hand, raised it high, and laid his left hand, the hand that offended the angel, atop the oak log. His arm was strong, and the blade was heavy and sharp, adequate for the work. "Do it now!" the angel demanded. Pinky sat, frozen. "Do it, Eugene, I can't trust you if you don't do it." Pinky closed his eyes. "How insane!" Sheriff White winced. I drew a puff from my pipe and said, "I don't know, Oscar, he seemed lucid enough when I spoke to him." "But he cut his arm off!" The sheriff winced again and laughed nervously. "In six pieces, to be exact," I corrected him. "And he told you an angel made him to do it?" The sheriff added. "That's what he said," I confirmed. Judge Rollo Sanders spoke up, "But do you believe it? Do you believe God or the Devil makes people amputate their arms?" "What about ghosts? Anybody believe in ghosts?" Sheriff White asked. "My last encounter with a ghost was about fifty years ago, out there in the City Cemetery," I said. "I was late getting home and used the cemetery for a short-cut. Well, I was walking along and suddenly saw an angel from Hell materialize right before my eyes!" "What'd you do, Doc?" The judge's curiosity was piqued. "Why, I kicked her as hard as I could," I said. "And then?" Sheriff White prodded me. "She changed back into granite and I broke my big toe!" I chuckled and rapped the bowl of my pipe on the sole of my boot, to empty the ashes. "But the ghosts and haunts got nothing on the characters and varmints here in this town! I swear it!" The Judge exclaimed. I pointed to the sheriff. "Like the time you hung Billy Watkins. I watched him hang, examined him myself, and signed his death certificate confident he was safely on the other side. Then two days later he walks into my office wanting help for his neck pain! I sent him to the apothecary for some paregoric and I never saw him again. He looked real enough, and I'm certain he was dead before then." "My idea of the supernatural is maybe different from what most folks think. It's said that the line between good and evil goes through every human heart. Good and evil is inside each of us. And we make choices." I said. "How so?" Fred Vining asked. Fred was the rector of St. Pia Zadora Church. "Well, Fred, sometimes the Golden Rule and 10 Commandments don't cover everything. The road to Hell is paved with noble intentions, you know. Sometimes good and evil come out of the same tap. You can't always know what the consequences are. I wrestle with this constantly," I said. "But, Doc, none of that explains what the supernatural is," Judge Sanders said. "The boy said he was doing what the angel wanted. I wondered if maybe he isn't insane, but maybe God did want him to go to the barn, get an axe, and amputate an offending limb. Rollo all I'm saying is, it's not that simple to sort out, mostly because the supernatural can assume any form it wants, to disguise itself or make a stronger impression." The sheriff, judge, and rector all shook their heads, contemplating the possibilities of this assertion. "Gentlemen. Do you recall February 1899, when so much misfortune occurred in this town? All I'm saying is, maybe those events were providential or supernatural or evil or just dumb luck. Maybe providence and such are the same vehicle that God, Satan, Mother Nature, and who-knows-what-else uses to do their work. My task is to identify and sort out what comes along, and cull the bad from the good. Sometimes I don't get a lot of time to make up my mind. Sometimes you just have to go with what you got." Later, on this particular morning I spied a tipcart rolling along the street toward me; the driver of the cart was a stout matron wearing an old felt hat, overalls, and brogans, steering a one-horned ox with a pair of clothes-line reins. Beside her on the cart's seat sat the old man called 'Rattlesnake Charles.' Even if Charles was a stranger to me, I'd have known him anywhere because of his queer accoutrements: the old man traveled everywhere with a rattlesnake draped across his shoulders. If you asked Charles why he toted a rattlesnake around, he'd tell you that the snake was too big to fit in his pockets. His way of saying, 'mind your own business.' An entourage of children always followed Charles whenever he came to town, fascinated by the uncommon spectacle of man partnered with snake. Plenty of boys carried grass snakes and ring snakes in their pockets; that was just part of growing up male in these parts, but toting a viper that could kill you, that was something special. Charles excited the children as much as a circus parade, and they followed him and the snake everywhere, not wanting to forfeit an opportunity to see the rattler bite Charles. People love suspense and vicarious danger. Though they seemed docile most of the time, the snakes did bite Charles occasionally: I never treated Charles for snakebite, though, and I'd never known Charles to be sober, either; he looked drunk that day, and I suspected that whatever snakebites Charles got were pretty nearly always a tie in every contest between himself and snake, as to who got the worst of the exchange. On this occasion the woman stopped her cart near me and I tipped my hat. "Good morning,' Doctor," she smiled, but didn't look happy. Charles and the snake climbed off the tipcart. His snake looked new. "Charles? What happened to your other snake?" I asked. "Same as deh ress uff um, I eat em. You needs tuh let me bring you a jar uff pickled young 'uns. Jes open yo mauff an let 'em slide on down your gullet." He pantomimed lifting a juvenile snake by the tail and dropping it down his throat. "Thank you, no. What brings you to town?" I asked. "I needs tuh see yuh," he replied. "Not with your snake, you won't," I answered. "Whut am I gonna do wiff duh snake?" He asked. "I don't care. Pen the snake somewhere and come back." "But I'm sick." "Get rid of the snake and come back." Charles turned and looked at the woman. "Whachu lookin' my way fo? I ain't watchin' yo snake!" She said. Charles looked down at the boy lying in the back of the cart. "Don't be lookin at me, old man. I ain't touchin no snake." Charles frowned and turned back to face me."Lemme go take deh snake home an I be back." "Good idea," I said, touching my hat to the woman and left for the livery stable. Pinky Swear I usually don't write in the first person, but I've been experimenting with it recently. I prefer playing in god mode, or third person, so I can tell the whole story, not just one characters perspective. In this piece, a son comes home and discovers his mother in a compromising position. He decides to take advantage of the situation, but mom has other ideas... ***** I came home one afternoon, expecting to hear my mother's cheery voice and the aroma of food cooking after a long day of classes, but was met by silence and the smell of something burned coming from the kitchen. I knew mom was home, because her car was in the driveway, so I went into the kitchen and checked the stove, then the oven. Whatever she had been cooking was a shriveled, smoking, blackened mass in it's pan, so I grabbed a potholder and took it out, then turned off the oven. I opened the back door and sat the pan on the porch, then opened the windows to air out the kitchen. I was a little worried, it wasn't like mom to go out and leave something cooking unattended, besides, her car was in the driveway. We'd only been in the neighborhood a few months, and hadn't gotten to know the neighbors yet, so I didn't think she was visiting anyone. I was starting to panic as I did a quick sweep of the first floor, my mind filled with images her laying injured, or even worse, dead, in one of the rooms. When I didn't find her, I ran up the stairs, throwing open doors and looking in each room as I came to it. I heard a muffled sound coming from mom's room at the end of the hall, and I charged in, expecting the worst. I came to a sudden stop when I saw her, skidding to a halt, staring in disbelief. "Oh thank god you're finally home." Mom's voice said from under the bed. "I've been stuck here for over an hour!" She was on her knees beside her bed, which had an enormous, ornate frame that her king sized mattress sat in. Her shoulders rested on the floor, and her head was under the bed. The sides of the bed were made up of two by eights, and had slats that supported the mattress. The bottom of the frame was only three or four inches from the floor, but I knew that there as at least six inches of space on the inside, so her head wasn't being crushed. I burst out laughing when it became obvious that she wasn't hurt, because her predicament was really funny. She was wearing a tight black sports bra and a pair of loose white shorts. The shorts were pulled tight around her ass and up between her legs. It didn't look like she was wearing panties under them, because I couldn't see any lines, and her pussy made a prominent camel toe in the crotch. "Oh god, don't laugh at me honey!' She groaned, and it was obvious that she was trying not to laugh herself. "This is so embarrassing, and I feel so stupid! Can you get me out of here?" "Yeah, but you're gonna have to give me a minute to figure out how to it." I said, my eyes wandering all over her. At thirty-four, she was seriously hot, and no one believed that she had a nineteen year old son. Her C-cup tits stood up high and proud, and the few times I'd seen them uncovered, there had been only a hint of sag that made them look even better. The firm round globes curved under at the bottom, so they hung off her chest, capped with pinkish brown aureoles. Her nipples were thick half inch nubs that I was dying to see excited. Her ass had a perfect peach shape, full and round, the swell of her hips making her look delicious in jeans, slacks, or a skirt. Her legs were smooth, firm and well muscled from miles of jogging and hours of working out. "So, you want to tell me how you managed to get your head under there in the first place?" I asked, moving around behind her and staring at her ass. "I uh...I dropped something, and uh...it bounced under the bed, and when I couldn't reach it..." She paused, and she shifted slightly, moving her knees a little wider apart. "When I couldn't reach it, I put a couple of books under the end there and..." "And when you got down to reach under the bed, you what, knocked the books out from under the corner?" "Yes." She laughed, moving her knees back a little, making her ass shake right in my face. "I can't believe I did something that stupid. Can you lift the corner of the bed so I can get out of here?" "In a minute." I said slowly, dropping to my knees behind her. "I think I need to check the situation out first. I mean, maybe I should check you out...you know, just to make sure you're not hurt before I go trying to move the bed." "I'm fine honey." she said, her voice muffled slightly from being under the bed. "Come on now, quit fooling around and get me out of here!" "No, I think I want to check you out first, Mom." I said, my voice taking on a husky tone as I moved closer. My hands slid up onto the soft, round cheeks of her ass, moving lightly over the tightly stretched skin. "You never know when I'll get a chance like this again." "Wh...what do you...what are you..." She gasped when she felt my hands on her ass. "No! Goddammit Jimmy, you get your hands off my ass right this minute and get this fucking bed off of me! I'm not kidding. You get me out of here, NOW!" "Aw, come on, Mom." I laughed, running my hands lightly over her ass, then down the back of her legs. I watched as goosebumps sprang up, and she shifted position again, her legs opening a little more. "Do you have any idea how many hours I've spent fantasizing about you, then I find you helpless like this, trapped, unable to get away, so I can do anything I want to you?" She gasped, but didn't say anything My hands were on the insides of her thighs, caressing them gently. I heard her whimper as I moved them a little higher. She tensed up when my fingers got close to her pussy, then sighed as I dragged them lightly up over her ass again, moving closer so I could run my hands over her back. "You're seriously hot, Mom. We're talking major league milf, and it's hard...I mean really hard, being around you some times." I said, moving my hands back down onto her ass. "Wh...what's a milf?" I heard her ask. "A mother I'd love to fuck." I laughed, letting my fingers slip under the waistband of her shorts. "And I'm not the only one that thinks so. I guarantee you star in the fantasies and wet dreams of every guy in the neighborhood, men and boys. I know you star in mine." "Oh god." She moaned, but her ass pushed up a little higher toward my hand. "I want to see it. I want to see this big beautiful ass." I said, pulling her shorts down a little. "I want to see all of you, and this may be the only chance I'll ever get, so..." "Wait!" She said suddenly. "No...not like this! Please Jimmy...don't do this to me. If...if you get me out of here, I'll...I'll let you..." "You'll let me what?" I asked. "I...I'll let you see me..." She said softly. "Naked." Now this was an interesting development. I wasn't sure if she was just saying she'd let me see her naked so I'd free her, or if she really meant it. We were usually honest with each other, but I was already breaking the trust we had between us. She had no reason to do what she was saying she would do. "I don't know, Mom. I mean, right now, I can do anything I want to you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." I said. moving my fingers away from the waistband of her shorts, then running my hands slowly over her ass. "I...I know...but...if you let me out, and I'll do anything you want." She said softly. "I promise." "I really want to believe you, Mom." I said, moving up beside her. "But if I were you..." "I...I won't get mad honey. I, oh god..." She moaned. "I promise to do what I said. I'll do anything you want me to do." "Pinky swear?" I asked, leaning down so I could look under the bed and see her face. She had made me pinky swear to every important thing she wanted me to do since I was five years old. "Yes." She whispered, her eyes looking into mine. Her hand moved away from her body, and she held her little finger out. I hooked my pinky around hers, and she squeezed her closed, still looking at me. "I want to know one thing before I get you out of here." I said. "Why?" She said, still looking at me. then she started to smile. "Because I want it too." My mouth must have dropped open, because she laughed at me. "It's your choice honey." She laughed. "You can take me like this, and do whatever you want to me. Once. And after that, you can find somewhere else to live, because you won't be living here." She paused, and a sly smile creased her lips "Or you can let me out, and tell me some of those fantasies you mentioned." She said slowly. "And I'll tell you some of mine. Then we can see if we can make them come true." I just looked at her, then slid back, letting her hand slip from mine. I looked at her ass as I got to my feet, wondering if I was blowing a once in a life time opportunity. I moved down to the end of the bed and got my hands under the side rails, looking down at her. "Lift with your legs." She said, dropping down onto her belly. "Yes Mother." I laughed, bending my knees. "Ready?" "Yes." Came her muffled reply. "Go!" I grunted as I lifted the corner of the bed. The damn thing had to weigh two hundred pounds. Mom scuttled out quickly, and I lowered the bed once she was clear. She rolled onto her back, then got to her feet. "I should be mad at you." She said, looking me in the eyes as she stepped closer. "Yeah...but are you?" I asked. "No...I meant what I said. You're not the only one that has fantasies." I watched as she brought her hands up, gripping the bottom of her sports bra, drawing it slowly up over her head. Her tits slipped free, bouncing gently on her chest. "Fuck me..." I muttered, staring at the spiky buds of her nipples jutting up from them. "We'll get to that." She said lightly. "Now you take something off." My t-shirt was off and at my feet in seconds. "Open your pants." She said, glancing down at the bulge my cock made in my jeans. "But don't take them off." I opened the button on my jeans, then eased the zipper down. "Tell me one of your fantasies." She said, her hands moving to the waistband of her shorts. She started easing them down, stopping when they were halfway over her hips. I could see wisps of hair poking put where she stopped. "My favorite is waking up one night, and you're sitting on my bed beside me." I said, letting my eyes move up and down over her incredible body. "You're hand is on my cock, jerking me off with slow, gentle strokes, and you put your finger on my lips when I start to speak, then smile, and lean down, taking me into your mouth..." "Mmmmmm, I have that one too." She said huskily. "I've even come close to doing it. I've come into your room, and sat on your bed...I even played with your dick a few times. But I could never let myself do any more than that." "Push your pants down a little." She said, taking a couple of steps back. "You've got a really nice body, honey. All that time at the gym has paid off." "Thanks, you're seriously fucking hot yourself." I grinned, kicking my shoes off, then pushing my pants down so they were just hanging on my hips. "Now you tell me one of your fantasies." "Oooooh, so he likes my little game." She laughed, bringing her hands up to cup her breasts. Her fingers teased the nipples gently, and she started breathing harder. "I like to imagine that hear me playing with myself, and you watch me..." "I do that sometimes." I said, barely able to keep myself from just grabbing her and throwing her on the bed. My cock was hard as a rock, and I could feel it throbbing against my leg. "I know. You don't think the door is open by accident, do you?" She giggled. "I...I wondered sometimes." I said haltingly. "My favorite part of the fantasy is, you come in...and you're so quiet, I don't hear you. I'm so into what I'm doing, I don't notice when you climb up on the bed between my legs...and I start cumming as soon as you start eating me. It's so gooooood...I...I just can't make you stop. And after you make me cum five or six time, you slide up over me and..." "Five or six times?" I laughed. "Greedy little slut, aren't you?" "You don't know the half of it." She said looking over at me. "I cum for real every time the fantasy you makes me cum with your mouth." Her eyes met mine as she moved her hands back to her shorts. "Want to see more?" She asked, swinging her hips from side to side. "Yes." "So do I." She said. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." "Same time?" "Okay...but slow..." She said. "This is fun...make it last." I nodded and eased my pants down a couple of inches. I saw her smile as the close cropped hairs of my pubes and the shaft of my cock came into view. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice dick?" She asked as she pushed her shorts a little lower. She took a step toward me. "It's nice and long, but not too long, and it looks to be just thick enough so it stretches you, but not enough to make it hurt." "I have been told that, but don't move...I want to be able to see you." I said. I could see the neatly trimmed bush over her pussy, but that magic mound was still hidden from sight. "I tell me another fantasy." "I think you'll like this one." She said as she took a step back. Her fingers brushed through the short hairs of her pubes, then slipped down into her shorts. She sighed as she looked at me. "I'm asleep, and you sneak in. I'm naked of course...but you know I sleep like that. Anyway, you get some of my stockings from my drawer...I took a sleeping pill before I went to bed, so I don't even feel it when you tie my hands to the headboard, then tie my feet to the bedposts. You have me down in the middle of the bed so my arms are over my head, and my legs are spread and my knees are raised...you have me at your mercy...kind of like you did a few minutes ago..." I could see her hand moving under her shorts, and they slipped lower as she moved it up and down. She was playing with herself as she talked. "So what do I do to you?" I asked, easing my hand into the front of my pants. I could feel my cock under my fingers, and I moaned softly. "Everything." She said in a husky voice, stepping close to me. Taking my free hand, she guided it to the top of her shorts, then pushed hers into my jeans. She took her own hand out of her shorts, dragging her wet fingertips over my lips. "At first, I think I'm dreaming...everything has a surreal quality to it. Then I realize that it's real...you have me tied down, and you're using my body...doing anything you want to me..." "Do you like it?" I asked, licking my lips and pushing my hand into her shorts. The short hairs of her pubes tickle my fingers, and I can feel the heat of her pussy as I push them down slowly. "I love it. But I can't tell you that. You're raping me, and you can't tell a rapist that you're enjoying it." She whispered, closing her eyes and spreading her legs as my fingertips brushed over the lips of her pussy. "I pretend to struggle, begging you...pleading with you not to do all the nasty things you want to do...but you do them...ever single thing that I ask you not to do. And you do them all soooooo good too..." Her fingers closed around the shaft of my cock, squeezing it gently. She moved it up and down in one or two inch strokes, then I felt her other hand on my ass, working my jeans down. Okay, two can play at that game, I thought, and put my hand on her hip, pushing her shorts lower. The fingers of my other hand were buried between the juice slickened lips of her pussy. "Put a finger in me." She groaned as she pushed my pants lower, making them fall around my knees. "Can you feel how wet I am? Your dick is really hard. Does it make you hot knowing that you got your horny old mom all turned on...that she wants you to do all the nasty, naughty things you dream about to her...for real?" Her hand was moving slowly up and down on my cock, and I pumped my hips back and forth in rhythm with her. Her shorts slid off as I pushed them down, dropping down her legs to puddle at her feet. She kicked them off and stepped closer to me. "Fuck my fist honey." She whispered in my ear. I could feel her spreading her legs wider as my finger slipped up inside her, and she started humping up and down on it. "Put another finger in. Let's cum like this the first time. We've both been jerking and jilling off thinking about each other, let's get each other off like this the first time...how's that sound to you?" "Sounds like a plan." I panted, moving my hips faster. "But I'm not gonna last long if you keep touching me like that..." "Me too." She gasped, raising and lowering herself on my fingers, fucking herself on them. "Rub my clit with your thumb, or push your hand against it...touch it..." She shuddered as the heel of my hand pressed against her clit, and her free hand slid around my back, pulling me tight against her. The head of my cock rubbed over her tummy as her hand flew up and down over it. I groaned, feeling the delicious burn as the first sizzling jets of jizz surged up my cockshaft. "Oh god, it's so hot!" She whimpered in my ear as my cum shot out, splashing across her stomach. The second spurt coated the undersides of her tits, and I lost track of what was happening after that. I felt her pussy flutter and clench around my fingers, then my hand was soaked as a flood of her juices spurted from her. She moved my cock down, and I groaned as the sensitive skin on the head dragged though her pubes, then it was enveloped by the warm wet heat between her legs. She hadn't put me in her, she'd guided me between her legs as she pulled my arm away, forcing my fingers from her spasming hole. "Ru...rub my clit." She panted, wrapping her arms around me as her legs closed around my cock. I humped back and forth between her legs, my fingertips flying over the stiff little bud of her clit as we came together. "Oh god, this so good honey." She panted in my ear. "Your cock feels so good against my pussy...I can't wait to feel it inside me..." "Why wait?" I asked, bending my knees as I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass, trying to lift her. "Because we're not done playing yet!" She said in a half laugh, half gasp. Squeezing her legs tighter around my cock, she kept me tight against her with her arms. "Tell me how you want to fuck me the first time." "I...I want you on your back so I can lay out on you, and I can see your face." I gasped as I felt her warm, sticky juices dripping onto my cock. "I want to be able to watch your face when you come, knowing that it's my cock that's taking you there..." Her hips rocked back and forth, making my cock slip through the puffy lips of her pussy. She purred as she put her hands on the cheeks of my ass, pulling at me in time with her own movements. "Do you like to eat pussy? Oh god, I hope so!" She giggled. "I plan on keeping your face between my legs for hours, licking and sucking my hot, juicy little cunt. I'm going to feed you a steady diet of hot, creamy girl cum...that may be all you get to eat some days..." "As long as you're sucking my cock at the same time, I'll eat your pussy as long as you want." I laughed back. "We can sixty-nine, so we can both have fun." "Oh no! I want to lay back with your head between my legs so I can guide you, and tell you what I want. I don't care if it's on a bed, or in a chair...but when you eat this pussy, it's going to be the only thing you're thinking about. You're going to worship and serve my cunt if you want to stick that big dick in it." "Yeah, what about you? I like kicking back for a long, slow, sloppy wet blowjob, the kind that makes your eyes roll up in your head and makes it feel like your head is going to explode when you cum. I want to have you kneeling in front of me so I can fuck your mouth, shoving my cock down your throat, making you choke and gag on it." Pinky Swear "Don't tease me..." She laughed, nipping at my ear with her teeth. A shudder ran through her, and I realized that she was still cumming. "You like it rough, huh?" I growled, grinding my fingers into her clit. I brought my other hand around to grab the cheek of her ass, pulling her harder against me. "I love it rough." She moaned, humping against me non-stop. "I want you to take me, force me, make me do it whenever you want. I want to know that you want me so bad that you can't wait to have me." She gasped and shuddered, then clutched me tightly to her. I could feel her whole body shaking as a series of spasms swept over her. "Oh my god...so good. You...I...we...have to make it real." She whispered. "Promise me." I felt her hand close around mine, then felt her pinky poking into my palm. Turning my hand, I held out my little finger and wrapped it around hers. "Pinky swear." Pinky the Sissy Maid Disclaimer: All my stories are pure fiction, unless otherwise noted. Any similar events that may have occurred are purely coincidental. ;) This is part 2 of my current series. Part 1 was "Pinky's First Shopping Assignment". I've yet to decide on a title of the series and am open for ideas. Thank you. *********************** A few days after I completed my first shopping assignment, I got a text message from Mary, the woman that I do housecleaning for while wearing a sissy maid outfit. In the text, she asked if I could come over to her apartment to do some cleaning later today. I replied that I would. She told me to come over in a few hours. That would give me time to get ready. I got into the shower, removed what little body hair I had, and used feminine body wash to make myself clean. I put on my purple lace thongs, then put on my black thigh high nylons. I put on the same black lace cami that I wore in the shopping assignment the other day and put on a pink tunic. I then put on a pair of black fleece leggings. I love leggings and have worn them in public a few times. I gathered my cleaning supplies and put them in a crate, then I grabbed my bag with my maid uniform in it and off I went. As I was pulling in the parking lot of Mary's apartment, I got a text from Mary. She asked me to take out the garbage before I come into the apartment. The garbage bags would be waiting for me right outside her second floor apartment unit. I got out of my vehicle, grabbed my stuff, and walked to the building. I went inside, walked up the stairs and went to her apartment unit. I saw 2 trash bags sitting outside her door. I set my stuff down by the door and grabbed the bags. I took them outside and tossed them in the dumpster. I went back to her apartment unit, grabbed my stuff, and knocked on the door. Mary opened up and let me in. Mary is 30 years old and was wearing black leggings herself along with a black tank top. She looked hot in her outfit. She also has a nice rack and a nice ass. "Thanks for coming," she said as I walked in her apartment. "Anytime," I said. "I'll get dressed, then start cleaning. What do you need done?" "The bathroom," said Mary. "All right, I'll get started," I said. I got dressed in my sissy maid uniform, then gathered my cleaning supplies. I scrubbed the toilet and the sink with no issues. The bathtub itself was another story. A bit more soap scum in there. No problem. It's what I do. I started scrubbing the wall surrounding the bathtub and while I was doing it, Mary was standing there taking pictures. I wasn't worried because she's taken pictures of me cleaning before. I did get hard, knowing Mary was standing in the doorway and watching me clean. My maid uniform is a bit short, so obviously she can see my thong when I bend over. It didn't take me long to clean the bathroom and when I was done, Mary inspected the bathroom and said to me, "Good job, sissy" with a pat on my butt. I got hard again. I gathered the bathroom cleaning supplies and put them in my crate. Mary had a few dishes that needed cleaning, so I went to start on the dishes. I turned on the water and set it for very hot. I don't wear gloves when I do dishes, but I can tolerate very hot water as long as it doesn't scald. I added soap to it, then put the dishes in the sink as the water was filling up. I began scrubbing the dishes and as I was doing so, I noticed a few flashes going off. I knew Mary was behind me taking pictures of me doing the dishes, but I didn't let on. I did the last of them, dried them, and put them away. As I grabbed a towel to dry my hands, there was a knock on the door. Sounds like Mary has company. "Go answer the door," she said to me. I thought to myself, this is your apartment. I'm in a sissy maid uniform. You really want me to answer the door? But I didn't let on and went to answer the door. I opened it and there was a young woman standing there. Probably 30 years old. She was wearing blue jeans and a casual top. She looked at me up & down and smiled. "Let her in, sissy," said Mary. The girl walked in, giggling a little bit after seeing me in my maid uniform. She said to Mary, "You're right. He looks cute in that uniform." "Sissy, turn around and bend over a little bit," said Mary. I turned around and bent over. The girl commented that it was a nice thong that I was wearing - and I also have a nice ass. I blushed. "Sissy, can you get us a couple bottles of water from the fridge?" said Mary. "Yes, Miss," I said. I went to the kitchen to grab the water while the girls sat down on the couch in the living room. I took two bottles of water from the fridge and walked back to the living room with them. I gave one bottle to Mary and the other bottle to her friend. Mary introduced me to her friend. "This is Erica. Erica, this is Pinky, the sissy maid that I was telling you about," said Mary. I shook Erica's hand. "Nice to meet you," I said to her. "Likewise," she said with a smile. Mary then surprised me by lifting up my maid uniform to reveal my purple lace thong from the front. "Aww, that's a cute thong," said Erica. "I have one just like that." "Thank you, Miss," I said to Erica. "You're welcome," said Erica. "Erica, Pinky does a great job of being a sissy maid," said Mary. "He cleaned my kitchen, bathroom, etc. He would be perfect for your party." "Party?" I asked. "Yes," said Erica. "I'm having a party this coming weekend. I'm looking for a maid to clean my house for me and to possibly serve drinks at the party. It's an all-woman party called a Pure Romance party. Have you heard of Pure Romance?" "I have," I said matter-of-factually. A Pure Romance party is like a Tupperware party. But instead of selling food containers, a Pure Romance party is for selling sex toys. This should be interesting. Me in my sissy maid uniform in a room full of horny women looking to buy sex toys. "Good," said Erica. "The party is this Saturday at 7pm. I'll want you there in the morning though to clean the house. I will text you the address." "I'll be there," I said. "I just texted you his contact information," Mary said to Erica. "Excellent," said Erica, who drank the last of her water and handed the empty bottle for me to dispose of. "I have to run." Erica got up and gave Mary a hug, winked at me, then left the apartment. I looked at Mary as if to say, what did you get me into? Mary just smiled a wicked smile. "It'll be fun. Trust me," said Mary. "It'll be interesting, that's for sure," I replied. "Excellent," said Mary. "You've done a great job cleaning my apartment. I'll see you this Saturday at Erica's party. You may go get dressed." "Yes, Miss," I said. I grabbed my clothes, removed my maid uniform and put on my leggings and tunic. Mary and I gave each other a hug. Then I left her apartment. Saturday should be interesting. Very, very interesting. Pinky's First Shopping Assignment Disclaimer: All my stories are pure fiction, unless otherwise noted. Any similar events that may have occurred are purely coincidental. ***** I just got home late at night from a rough day of work. I tossed my jacket on the kitchen chair, kicked off my shoes, got a beer from the fridge, and decided to sit down at my computer to check my messages before turning in to bed. I did get a few messages. One of them was from a woman that I do general housecleaning for. You see, I'm a 49 year old male that does housecleaning while wearing a sissy maid uniform. And this woman loves sissy cross dressers and takes great pleasure in humiliating them. Back to the message, it said: "Pinky, tomorrow you are going shopping for a bra and panties. I've made arrangements with a good friend of mine who works at an intimate apparel store. She will be assisting you with your shopping. You are to report to her when you get there. I'll e-mail you further details in the morning. The shopping assignment is to be in the afternoon. This should give you plenty of notice to make yourself pretty. Remove your body hair, paint your nails, etc. Text me when you get this message. Mary" So I'm being sent to an unknown store to purchase a bra and panties for myself. This should be interesting. I texted Mary to let her know that I got her e-mail. She replied that she will contact me in the morning with additional details and to be ready to go when I get her instructions tomorrow. I ate, checked my other messages, and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to find another message in my inbox. It said: "Pinky, you are to report to the shop at 1pm. Your contact's name is Sue. I'll text you the address when you leave. It's about 2 hours from your apartment, so be ready to leave at about 11am. Be sure your body hair have been removed, your nails are painted, you smell feminine, etc. And wear those pretty pink lace panties that you wore last time you cleaned for me as well as that black lace cami. Mary" I got into the shower right away and removed my body hair. It was easy because I had little body hair to begin with. I then used feminine body wash to cleanse myself with and got out of the shower. After drying myself off, I sat down and clipped my fingernails and toenails. I then painted my nails a bright pink color. I didn't put any make up on though because I'm still inexperienced in the makeup department and Mary knows that or she would have told me to use makeup as well. I put on my pink lace panties and a black lace cami top. I then selected a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans to wear because they feel nice and girly, but can pass for male jeans if an observer doesn't look too hard. I put on a male t-shirt and shoes. I wasn't instructed to dress feminine or I would have selected feminine clothes instead. I had no idea where I was going, so I decided to be safe in dressing in male clothes for my shopping assignment. It's almost 11am and I get the text message with the address on it. I go to my vehicle and got in and started it up. I mount my phone on the dashboard and input the address on a navigation app and off I go. 2 hours later, I pull in the parking lot of the intimate apparel store. I get out of my vehicle and do a deep breath. I then enter the store. It's full of bras, panties, pantyhose, etc. all on display. The store is not too busy. There's only a couple customers milling about. A pretty young woman came up to me. She couldn't be any older than 25. "Hello. My name is Misty. How can I help you?" she said to me. "Um, I'm supposed to meet a woman named Sue that works here," I said with a bit of hesitation in my voice. "I'll go get her. Wait here a moment," said the girl. I watched as the woman walked off to another part of the store. I saw her approach another woman, who was hanging bras on a display. The first woman pointed in my direction and the second woman nodded in acknowledgment, stopped what she was doing, and walked towards me. We shook hands. This woman appears to be in her early 30's. "So you are Pinky, right?" said the woman. "Yes, Ma'am," I replied. "My name is Sue. Nice to meet you," she said as she was looking at my jeans. "Those are Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, right?" Busted. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. Sue smiled a wicked smile and gestured in a general direction. "Come this way please," she said, walking towards what appears to be a fitting room area. She takes out a key from her pocket and opens the fitting room door and beckons me inside. She joins me in the fitting room and grabs a tape measure hanging on the wall. "Take off your shirt please. I need to measure your chest," said Sue. I hesitate a moment because if I remove my shirt, she'll see the black lace cami that I'm wearing underneath my shirt. Sue notices my hesitation. "Pinky, take off your shirt - now," she said. I comply and remove my shirt to reveal the black lace cami that I am wearing underneath the shirt. Sue smiles and tells me I can leave the cami on. She takes the tape measure and wraps it around my chest. After getting the measurement, she puts the tape measure away. "Stay here. I'll be right back," she said as she left the fitting room. I wait a moment and then I hear two voices talking to each other as they approach the fitting room. I'm like, oh no. Is Sue bringing her coworker Misty back with her? The door opens and sure enough, both Sue and Misty are standing in the doorway. Misty smiles. "You're right. He is such a sissy," said Misty. I blush at the comment and it is then I notice both women are each carrying a bra. Sue is carrying a pink bra and Misty has a red bra in hand. At that moment, a customer calls out for assistance. Misty hands the red bra to Sue. "Have fun. Let me know how it goes," said Misty, walking off to help the customer. Sue comes in the fitting room, shuts the door behind her and hangs up the red bra. "All right, take off the cami. I want to put this bra on you to see how it fits," said Sue. I take off the cami and hang it up. Sue puts the bra on me and adjusts it. She steps back to take a look and smiles. She takes her phone out of her pocket and snaps a picture of me wearing the bra before I could say anything. "Don't worry. I'm sending this to Mary," said Sue. "Let's take off the bra and try on the other one." I still feel embarrassed having my picture taken like that as Sue removes the red bra and puts on the pink one. She snaps a picture of me wearing that too and sends the picture. "That pink bra really looks nice on you," Sue said. I blush and at that moment Sue's phone chirps, indicating an incoming text message. She looks at it and smiles. "Looks like Mary agrees. She likes the pink bra too," said Sue. "Let's take off the bra and get dressed. Mary wants you to go look for some pretty panties with the bra." Sue helps me remove the bra and leaves the room as I put on my cami and t-shirt. I exit the fitting room to see Sue talking to Misty. Sue has her phone in her hand and appears to be showing Misty the pictures. Misty smiles and looks at me. "I agree. I like the pink one better too. It looks good on you," said Misty. I blush as Misty walks away to assist another customer. Sue hands me the pink bra. "Hold that while I help you look for panties to match that bra," said Sue, leading me to the panties section. She looks through the selection of panties, finds a pink pair of briefs with a lace trim and holds it right in front of my waist to see how it would size up on me. I look around and thankfully, there is only one other customer in the shop. But I do see Misty coming towards us again. "That would look cute on him too," said Misty. "I agree," said Sue. "Let's see if we can find other pairs." Sue hands me the panties and tells me to hold it while she and Misty look at other panties. Misty shouts out, "How about this one?" Misty is holding up a pair of pink panties with ruffles on the back. "Turn around," said Sue. I comply, turning around with my back to Sue. Sue holds the panties in front of my butt with the ruffle side facing out. "That would look cute on him too," said Misty. "I agree," said Sue. "Ready to check out?" I'm eager to leave as I'm embarrassed enough already, but I didn't show it. "Yes, Ma'am," I said to Sue. "Good. Misty will check you out," said Sue. "Come this way," said Misty, leading me to the cash register at the front of the store. She rings up the two panties and the bra. I look over at Sue still over in the panties section. I see she is talking on the phone, probably with Mary, no doubt. Misty rings up the transaction and tells me how much it is. I take out my wallet and take out the cash and give it to Misty. At that moment, a customer comes by the register, ready and waiting to purchase her own merchandise. The customer is a young woman about 25 or so herself. Misty puts the bra and panties in a bag, then she puts the receipt in the bag and hands the bag to me. "Enjoy your bra and panties - sissy!" said Missy. The customer looks at me and grins. I blush. At that moment, Sue walks up. "Can you come with me a minute?" said Sue. "Um, yeah, sure," I said. I follow Sue back to the fitting room. She opens the door and looks at me. "Mary wants you to put on the panties with the ruffles on it. And put on the bra too," said Sue. "Give me a shout when you have done so." I go in the fitting room and shut the door. I put on the bra and panties and look at myself in the mirror. I then shout out, "Ok, I'm ready." Sue opens the door to see me wearing the bra and panties. She smiles a very wicked smile. "Misty, come here! look at him!" said Sue. Misty arrives quickly and sees me in the bra and panties. "Damn, they look cute on you," said Misty. Sue takes out her phone and snaps another picture. She tells me to get dressed and shut the door. I can hear Sue and Misty giggling outside the fitting room. I put the lace panties that I was wearing earlier in the bag and then I exit the fitting room. I see Sue talking to Misty as I leave the fitting room carrying the shopping bag. Sue looks at me and smiles. "Thanks for coming. I had fun," said Sue. "Be sure to come back again." "Yes, Ma'am, I sure will," I said, leaving the store. I walk to my vehicle and open the door. I turn around and look back at the store. There is Misty and Sue standing in front of the window. They are looking at Sue's phone and appear to be giggling. I blush and get into my vehicle and drive away for the 2 hour trip back home.