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Daddy Becomes Mommy (MMf, bi, ped, transex, inc, cd)
by Marci Manseau (marci_manseau@hotmail.com)
***
A story about a father who's more like a mother, and his
very close relationship with his 13 year old daughter,
her best friend, and her best friend's father.
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Chapter One
As I write this story, I'm thirteen. My name is Kristen
and this is a story about my very unusual family. It's a
long story with lots of twists, so please bear with me.
And please don't forget that I'm still a kid.
My mother left my father and me when I was four years
old. Daddy says one day she just packed up some of her
things, left me with our neighbor next door, then walked
away and never came back; not a word or a letter from her
after that day. Daddy thinks she had a boyfriend that she
ran away with. As a result, Daddy has filled the role of
both parents for me ever since then.
This story is also about my best friend, Jill. She and I
have lived next door to each other since we were born,
just seventeen days apart. Her mother died when she was
five, so she and I have a lot in common, like having no
moms and all. Her dad is almost never home so she
practically lives at our house. We're a lot like sisters,
sharing clothes and almost always sleeping together. Her
father doesn't know how to deal with her, so my father
has sort of become her unofficial guardian. We both call
her father "Dad" and my father "Daddy".
My father cooks all our meals, and very often Jill's dad
has dinner with us when he's in town, or he'll take us
all out to eat. My Daddy takes us both shopping for all
of our clothes, and other than one another, he's our best
friend. He's even taught us how to cook and sew, how to
do laundry and he's had detailed discussions with us
about boys and how to deal with them when we begin
dating, which is less than a year away.
Both our fathers have decided that we have to wait until
we're fourteen to date and that's ok with Jill and me
because we both think boys our age are dumb. We're like
so much more mature than they are. All they do is make
jokes about our breasts and try and look up under our
skirts.
Daddy gave us baths in the same tub until we were about
eight, held us when we were sick, and took us to the
doctor for all our shots. He even helped both Jill and me
buy our first training bras when we were eleven, and then
calmed us both down when we got our periods not too long
ago. He did a lot of research about puberty on the web,
so he knew how to talk to us when our periods began. He
took us to buy our first sanitary napkins and to our
first visit with a gynecologist. He's like both father
and mother to both of us. It's so cool.
Jill's dad was very grateful for all my father did for
Jill as it relieved him of the task of talking to her
about embarrassing things. It also allowed him to travel
most of the time without worrying about her.
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Daddy knew that Jill and I had begun doing some sexual
experimentation, kissing and touching one another in bed
at night. It had all begun with us trying to learn how to
act when we began dating boys, but we'd quickly
discovered that we really liked kissing and touching each
other, and so far that's all we'd done. One morning Daddy
found Jill and me in my bed totally naked and we were
kissing deeply.
Thankfully, he didn't make a big deal about it, but
instead he'd had a long talk with us about sex. Jill and
I decided then that we were probably bisexual, and Daddy
said that he was too, although he hadn't made love with
another man since he'd met my mother; he was eighteen
then. That was almost fifteen years ago. Both Jill and I
thought it was so cool that he'd tell us that he was
bisexual too.
One night about eight months ago just before bed time, I
was looking through my underwear drawer for my favorite
new pink panties as I wanted to wear them the next day,
and after looking everywhere, even in the laundry, I put
on my robe over my white undies, then when I saw my
father walking down the hall past my bedroom door, I
asked if he knew where my pink panties were.
For some reason when I asked him about them, his face got
very red and he got real nervous, which is something he
almost never does. "I don't have any idea where they
are!" he told me. "Why are you asking me about them? It's
your job to keep track of your own things."
His tone was very harsh, and I began to cry. "I looked
every where, Daddy," I told him. "You know which ones
they are. We just bought them last week when we went
shopping for school clothes. Even you told me that you
thought they were very pretty because of all the lace."
"Of course I remember them. You and Jill both bought the
same pink bra and panty set, as I recall. Are you sure
she didn't take yours with her by mistake?" That day was
one of the few days that Jill wasn't staying with us. She
was visiting her grandmother for the weekend. Her taking
them by mistake was very possible as she and I were
always wearing each other's clothes, but not this time.
"No, she's a size bigger then me, Daddy. She's even
bigger than you are, remember?"
My father was small and slender, just like me. I think
he's the smallest man I know. We're both are five-feet
two and weigh about one hundred pounds. Jill is five feet
four and Jill's dad is well over six feet tall and very
muscular. We both think he's very handsome too.
"I know she is," he barked back at me. "I can't help
being small, and I don't need you to remind me about it.
I've been teased about it all my life, Kristen."
"Why are you being so mean to me?" I asked between sobs.
"All I wanted to do was to find my new panties. It's not
like I'm accusing you of stealing them!"
Right then his face went from red to pure white and he
seemed unable to speak. "Why. I never. That's. What would
I do with your pink panties?" he finally managed to ask
me.
I could tell then he was hiding something from me. He and
I are so close that neither of us is able to lie without
the other knowing it. "Look, I don't care what you've
done with them," I began, and I was sort of mad at him
then. "I just want to know where they are. Please give
them to me now if you have them. I can tell you have
them, so don't tell me you don't."
He was more nervous then than I've ever seen him. "I. I.
I can't give them to you now. Please don't keep asking
about them. I don't want you to think I'm weird."
"I'd never think that, Daddy. Did you forget where they
are?"
"No, I know where they are. I just can't give them to you
right now. Please just let it go. I don't want you to
hate me."
"I could never hate you," I honestly told him. "You're
the world's best father." Just then, I had a flash of
insight. I knew exactly where my panties were. "You're
wearing my panties, aren't you, Daddy? You have my
panties on under your jeans, don't you?"
Once again, his face turned a bright red and he was
unable to talk. I knew without a doubt that I was right.
"I don't blame you for liking them, Daddy," I told him.
"They're the prettiest undies I've ever seen. Both Jill
and I knew we had to buy them the moment we saw them. But
why are you wearing them? Do you like how they look on
you?"
He nodded his head agreeing with me. "Are you mad at me
for taking them, Kristen? I don't know what came over me.
I was emptying the hamper to do the laundry this morning
when I saw them. They felt so nice that I just had to see
what they felt like if I wore them."
"I would never be mad at you, Daddy," I told him then
gave him a hug. "If you want to, you can wear my panties
anytime. It's not like it hurts anything. Why are you so
embarrassed about it?"
"I know it doesn't hurt anything," he replied, "but most
people would say I was weird or gay if they knew I liked
to wear lacy panties, and I'm not either."
"You're my Daddy, and that's all I have to know," I said
and I meant it. "If you like how you feel when you wear
my panties, then it's cool with me."
After hesitating for a few minutes, Daddy smiled at me
and said, "Kristen, I think you're old enough to know why
I like to wear them. It's something I've been meaning to
talk to you about, and now that Jill's not here, this is
the perfect time. Sit down, please." I sat on my bed,
very anxious as I had no idea what he was going to tell
me.
After thinking for a minute or two, he began: "All of my
life I've felt like I should have been born a woman. I've
never felt comfortable as a man. Actually I hate being
male most days. I know you've heard men on 'Jerry
Springer' or some other talk show saying they were women
trapped in a man's body. Well, that's me too, honey.
That's exactly how I feel. I can't help it. I've tried to
fight it all my life, and until lately I was succeeding,
but seeing you and Jill blossom into womanhood has just
been too much for me. When you and she wore plain cotton
undies, I never had an urge to try them on. Now that you
and she are both young ladies and you wear adult
underwear, I just can't seem to resist them."
"So is this the first time you've tired panties on?" I
asked, wanting to know what was making him do this.
"Oh, no," he said and blushed again. "I began trying on
my mother's things when I was about five. I got away with
it for a long time, but when I was around eleven, she
caught me and I was severely punished. After that, I
stopped doing it until I was married to your mom. Once in
a while I'd try on her panties. She never knew about it
though as I was always careful to wear panties she'd
already worn so she wouldn't miss any if she looked for
them in her lingerie drawer. Wearing panties makes me
feel a lot more feminine, especially panties a woman has
already worn."
"Why does that make a difference, Daddy?"
"I'm not sure why," he admitted.
"Maybe it's because they smell like a girl after we've
worn them," I suggested.
"I guess maybe that's it, or maybe it's sort of intimate
sharing, like when you and Jill share clothes."
"Yes, we both like to share clothes," I told him, as if
he didn't already know that. Jill and I spent hours
trying on different outfits or looking through magazines
at different styles. Daddy often was there with us when
we tried on clothes and he knew enough about clothes and
fashion to make some great suggestions now and then. Jill
and I were both comfortable enough with him there to
undress down to our undies in front of him. After all,
he's been seeing us both naked since we were little kids.
"Have you tried on my bras or slips? Or maybe my
clothes?" I asked in a gentle voice, not wanting to make
him feel bad. "It's ok with me if you have."
"No, just your panties," he said, blushing again. "I've
been able to resist the rest so far. Sometimes I picture
myself in the different outfits we see in the stores when
we go clothes shopping. That seems harmless enough. Ever
since my mother caught me wearing her red silk dress and
heels, I've been too nervous to try on other things. That
was really a very traumatic experience. She called me a
sissy for years after that."
I began sobbing again, this time because I felt sorry for
Daddy. I hugged Daddy close and for a few minutes we both
cried.
"That must have been awful for you," I said softly in his
ear. "Just so you know, if there's anything I can do, I
will, and I'll never make fun of you or call you a sissy.
I know Jill won't either. Is it ok if I tell her?"
"I guess so," Daddy said. "I know how close you two are;
you and she have no secrets, but please try and make her
understand that I'm not trying to be weird."
"I'll make sure she's ok with it. She's real open and
understanding, so I'm sure it will be fine. She loves you
too, you know. You're much more a part of her life than
her father is." He nodded as he dried his eyes on a
tissue I'd given him. "Can I ask you another question,
Daddy?" I began. "If it makes you nervous, I won't
though."
"It does make me a bit nervous," he admitted, "but I'd
rather get it out in the open now so there won't be any
misunderstanding. Ask me anything."
"You said you feel like you should have been born a girl.
Is that why you wear your hair so long?" His hair was
naturally blonde and wavy. He'd let it grow until it was
a few inches past his shoulders, and he wore it in a
ponytail. As he worked at home doing data entry for a
medical group nearby, he didn't have to worry about
having long hair or wearing suits. He didn't make a lot
of money, but as Jill all but lived with us most of the
time, her father was very generous when he reimbursed
Daddy for all her expenses.
"Yes, I guess that's mostly why I let it grow long,
although I've never liked it short because it's so wavy.
It was either long hair or a brush cut. If I have it cut
short like most men do, it looks totally feminine, more
so than now even."
"I guess it would," I said. I'd never thought of that. My
hair was long too, and I often wore it in a ponytail as
well. Jill had long hair too, a really beautiful shade of
auburn. We often set one another's hair in the large
rollers that were in style then.
"Ok, I have just one more question, Daddy. Do you shave
your legs and arms? I've never seen any hair on them."
"No, luckily I don't have to. I'm just like you, Kristen.
The only place I have body hair is under my arms and on
my pubes."
"Jill and I were wondering about that the other day when
we saw you in those short white shorts you had on. You
have really nice legs. Jill has to shave her legs now,
but just below the knee. Sometimes when we shower
together I even shave them for her because she tends to
cut herself with the razor. I'm glad I don't have to
shave mine."
"I only have to shave my face once a week," he added,
"and even then there's almost no beard there. I'm not
much of a man."
"Yes, you are. I love you, Daddy," I told him, "and that
will never change. Jill loves you as much as I do. No one
is more important to us than you are."
"I love you both too," he told me. "You're my special
girls. That's why it's so important to me that you and
she understand all this. I don't want you to think of me
as being weird or scary."
"I could never think of you that way," I honestly
replied. "And why is it weird? It's not considered weird
when girls wear boy's things. No one makes a big deal of
that. Besides, if it's how you like to be, then that's
all I care about. Do you think you look scary in panties?
That sounds silly to me." And then I giggled.
"Maybe scary isn't what I was trying to say," Daddy said
after thinking about it for a while. "Maybe I."
"I know!" I interrupted. "I want to see how you look in
them. Show me, please?"
"I'd be too embarrassed," he told me. "I know you see my
in my briefs all the time, but this is different."
"Why is it different?" I responded. "I know what you look
like in your undies and I know what panties look like, so
it's no big deal. You see Jill and me in our panties all
the time and we see you in your briefs. Stop being so
shy, Daddy."
"Ok, if you insist! But if you even think of laughing,
I'm going to be so mad at you!"
"I promise I won't," I said and hugged him again. "I love
you way too much to make you feel bad, Daddy."
I let him go, and he stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped
his jeans, let them slide down his slender legs, then
stepped out of them. As the pink panties came into view,
all I could think of was how nice he looked in them, and
how much he looked like a woman. But then I was sort of
shocked because I couldn't see any sign of his male
parts.
"You really do look nice in them," I told him. "And it
doesn't bother me at all that you like to wear my
panties."
"Thanks. I'm glad you don't mind sharing with me." I
could tell he was beginning to relax.
"Why should I mind? After all, you paid for them. You buy
all my things, silly. I like sharing with Jill, and I
know I'll like sharing with you too."
"You're so generous, Kristen. I love you so much," Daddy
said as he kissed my cheek. "And that's probably why Jill
loves you as well."
"I have to ask why you don't have a bump in the front of
the panties like you do when I see you in your briefs," I
asked.
"It's still there," he said with a blush. "I just tucked
it back so I'd look more like a woman."
"You really do," I said with a smile. "From the waist
down you look almost like me."
"I look nice," he began, "but there's no way I look as
pretty as you do, Kristen. Every day I wish I'd been born
with the same parts between my legs that you have."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a girl there."
I meant it when I said it. "It's so cool that you can
hide it so well."
"Maybe that's because it's so small to begin with," he
said with a grin. "That's what your mother always told
me. But there's no way I look like a woman now."
"Yes, you do!" I insisted, laughing along with him at his
joke. "I wouldn't lie to you. Come over and stand in
front of the mirror with me and I'll show you." I took
his hand and walked over to the mirror on the closet
door. I took off my robe and stood next to him wearing
just my white lace bra and matching panties. "See?" I
said as we stood hip to hip facing the mirror, our arms
around each other's waist. "From the waist down, you look
as good as I do. I think I have a new girl friend," I
giggled.
Then he laughed too. "No wonder I adore you, Kristen.
There's nothing more I'd like than to be a girl and be
your best friend, but we both know that's not possible.
If only I had lovely breasts like yours," he said as he
looked down at my smallish A cups. The bra I had on
really made them look nice.
"You could have them, you know," I said. "All you'd need
is a bra with some padding in it. At least then it would
look like you had breasts."
"That would be nice, but I'd really prefer to have the
real thing," Daddy replied. "I've always dreamed about
that."
"Well, you're sure flat-chested now," I teased him as my
hand ran over his T-shirt and smooth chest. "Do me a
favor. Take your T-shirt off now. I want to try
something." Without waiting for his answer, I took hold
of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his
head.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he cried out from under his
shirt. "You're not going to find boobs there, you know!
I'm not Jill!"
"I know that," I said as I removed his shirt and gently
prodded his flat nipple. "Not much there now. You look
like Jill and I did when we were seven."
"So what's the point of this then?" he asked. "Why did
you take my shirt off?"
"Because I want you to try on my bra," I told him as I
reached behind my back and unhooked it. "I think with
some padding in it, you'll look great. I'm sure it will
fit you. Please do this for me?" As I said that, I let
the bra slide down my arms and then I held it out to
Daddy. I could see that he was staring at my bare breasts
and that made me feel sort of like I was in charge. I
didn't feel at all shy or bashful at being partially
naked in front of my father either.
"Wow, you're so beautiful," he said as he took the bra
from me, still staring at my chest. I'd love to have
breasts just like yours, Kristen. I really want to try
your bra on but I don't know how. I've never worn one."
"Then let me help you," I replied, and for some reason my
nipples got swollen. "Hold your arms out," I told him,
and he did. I slid the lacy bra up his slender hairless
arms and realized that they looked almost like mine. Then
I moved behind Daddy, slid the straps up onto his
shoulders, and hooked the single hook. When I saw that
the front of the bra was too high, I reached in front of
him and pulled it down. As I did, my bare breasts and
hard nipples pressed into his back. A shiver swept over
me.
"How does it feel?" I asked him once the bra was
adjusted.
"Nice and warm," he said, and sort of pressed back into
me with a smile.
"I meant how does the bra feel, not me, silly," I
giggled.
"I meant the bra too, double silly," he said with a
laugh. "It's still warm from your body." As I moved back
next to him, he told me, "I love the feel of the bra. It
feels like I should have been wearing one all my life."
"Maybe you should have," I agreed. "It looks nice on you
now, but wait until I've padded it. Then you'll look even
better." I found some of my old cotton panties that I no
longer wore and stuffed a pair into each of daddy's bra
cups. The bra looked sort of lumpy so I sort of squeezed
each cup to shape the padding more like real breasts.
"There, that looks a lot better," I commented. "How do
you like having breasts, Daddy?"
"Maybe I shouldn't admit it," he began as he turned from
side to side to get every aspect of his new appearance,
"but I love it!" And then he turned to face me again. "I
only wish my breasts were real, and lovely like yours
are, Kristen." He looked down at my still bare chest, and
it was very obvious that he was envious.
"Do you really like mine, Daddy?" I asked, then cupped
them and sort of lifted them up. I'd seen a girl do that
in an X rated video that Jill and I had watched one night
at her house. Her father had rented it and I'm sure he
had no idea we'd seen it. It had made us so hot that we'd
kissed and played with each other for hours afterwards.
"They're perfect, sweetheart," he said. "No wonder Jill
can't stop snuggling with you. You may not know it, but I
can usually hear you two when you play in your bed at
night. I'm so glad you and Jill are so close. But now
don't you think you should cover up now? After all, even
thought I'm your father, I'm still a man, and the sight
of such a lovely young woman practically naked is very
sexy."
When I looked down at the front of his panties, It was
very obvious what he meant. I could see a small bulge
appear there, and I was thrilled to know that my father
had an erection all because of me. A wave of excitement
passed through me, and I smiled at Daddy.
"You sure don't look like a man now," I teased him, "not
in that pretty bra and panties. There's no need for me to
cover up. It's just us girls here now, right? Jill loves
it when she sees me like this, and I love seeing her like
this too."
With that, I leaned forward and kissed Daddy on the lips.
A few moments later when I felt him respond to my kiss, I
put my arms around him and I could feel his bra pressing
into my bare chest. I could also feel the bulge in his
panties pressing into my mons as my tongue parted his
lips and entered his mouth. I was kissing him just like
Jill and I kiss.
But then I was disappointed when Daddy pulled back. "You
know I love you more than anything else in this world,
Kristen, but this isn't what we should be doing. As
wonderful as it feels to me, you're too young to start
this, and you're also my daughter."
"Sorry, Daddy," I said. "I just got carried away."
"We both did, so just let's forget it. I'm probably the
only man in the world who could resist you, sweetie,
especially practically naked like you are now. You're so
beautiful. I really wish my body was just like yours, so
I'd really to wear need this bra I have on."
"I wish your body could be like mine too, if that would
make you happy, Daddy. But then I'd have to call you
Mommy. You know, you really should be wearing a pink bra
to match your pink panties."
"I know that much, my lovely daughter. All my life I've
paid very close attention to how women dress. I even read
your 'Seventeen' magazines so I can keep on up the latest
styles. Now it's time for you to cover up before I get
carried away again."
"Ok, Daddy, but you hardly got carried away. After all, I
was the one that kissed you. Are you going to keep
wearing my bra? If you are, I'll get a clean one."
"Maybe one day I will, but not yet, Kristen," Daddy said
as he slipped my bra off and handed it to me. "But I'm
going to wear the panties, if you don't mind. I just love
how they look on me."
"Of course I don't mind. I told you that already. I hope
you wear them all the time. You look really good in
them," I said, and I meant it. "Promise me you'll wear
panties all the time? You know you want to."
"Ok, if you insist," he replied, acting silly, like he
was just doing it to make me happy. "I really spoil you,
do you know that?"
And once again, we both laughed. Without thinking, I put
my arms round his neck and kissed him again, forgetting
that I was still bare chested. This time, it was his
tongue that invaded my mouth, and I willingly pressed my
nearly naked body into his. God, he felt wonderful. As
was my habit when I kissed Jill, I slid my hand down to
his bottom and caressed it through his silky pink
panties. His hands found my breasts as he pressed into
me, and a moment later I felt him shudder as he rubbed
into me.
A few minutes later, Daddy released me and began to sob.
"Damn it, Kristen!" he said. "We shouldn't be doing
things like this! After all, I'm your father and you're
just a child!"
I stepped back, then pointed to the mirror. "Look at me,
Daddy. I'm not a child anymore. I know I'm still young,
but I'm a woman, not a kid. And you look a lot more like
a woman than anyone's father right now, so please don't
feel bad. It's no big deal. Jill and I do a lot more than
kissing and touching boobs."
That stopped his sobbing, and he gave me a weak smile.
"You're right, you're not a child anymore," he said.
"You're an incredibly sexy young woman. God, how I wish I
looked just like you do! I'd love to be as pretty and
feminine as you are."
"I bet I could help you be more like me. That sounds like
fun. It would be so cool for Jill and me to make you more
like us. Would you like that?"
"I would but I'm not sure if it would be more of a dream
come true or a nightmare for me. That's such a huge step
to take. I might never go back to being male once I've
tried being a woman."
"So don't go back, if you don't want to. I sure wouldn't
complain. You're already a lot more like my friends'
mothers than their fathers. Jill and I both think you're
really cool. We're glad you're not one of those sports
loving, beer drinking fathers. We love that you like to
go shopping with us and watch romantic movies."
"You guys are really special too, Kristen. I feel a lot
closer to you and Jill than I ever did to your mother."
I held Daddy close again for a minute, then kissed him.
"I love being this close to you. You make me feel so safe
and loved," I whispered in his ear. I reached up and took
the rubber band out of his hair, letting it fall around
his shoulders. His face was surrounded by the blonde
waves of his long hair. "I like you better like this," I
admitted as I began to brush his hair, making it almost
the same style as mine.
He turned to look in the mirror, and then smiled. "I do
too, Kristen. It makes the outside of me look more like
what I feel like inside. I'm going to sleep with my hair
down tonight."
"Good idea, Daddy, and I'll brush it again for you in the
morning." I put down the brush then went over to my
closet and got put my nightie. It was new too: knee-
length white nylon with pink ribbon worked in through the
lace. Jill's nightie was hanging there also, the same as
mine. She and I wore all the same sizes except for bras
and shoes. She's a 34B and I'm a 34A. Her shoes are just
a half size larger than mine.
As I slipped my nightie on over my head and let it float
down over my body, I had this really cool idea. "Close
your eyes, Daddy," I told him. "I want to surprise you
with something."
"Ok, but it's getting late and I'm sleepy, so hurry up,
lovey," he said in his soft voice.
When I saw that his eyes were tightly shut, I turned his
back to the mirror, then said, "Hold your arms up," and
as he's as tall as I am, it was easy for me to slide
Jill's nightie down over his body. "Do not even think of
looking until I tell you to!" I ordered him in my
strictest voice.
"All right, but I think I know what you've done,
Kristen," he replied with a really wonderful smile.
Quietly, I reached the perfume on my dresser, then
sprayed Daddy's neck and chest with it before he could
object. "Ok, it's time to look now," I told him, "and
you're going to love it!"
I turned him slowly back to face the mirror, and I had to
hold him as he almost fainted when he saw what he looked
like. With his face framed by his long blonde hair and
his slender body encased in the sheer white nightie,
Daddy looked almost as much like a girl as I did.
"Oh, Kristen! This is so wonderful!" he gushed. "I love
how I look! Thank you so much. I don't know if I would
have ever gone this far on my own, but now that you've
shown me how much more feminine I can look, I'm certain
I'm doing to do it a lot more!"
"You are awesome!" I told him, and I meant it. "We look
like a mother and daughter now." I snuggled up next to
him and admired our appearance in the mirror. "Can I call
you Mommy now, please? It's so great having a mother
again. I love you so much!"
"I'd love to be called Mommy," he said and his eyes were
running again, this time from happiness. Turning to me,
he hugged me. "Give your mother a kiss, Kristen. I can't
believe how excited I am."
This time my new mother kissed me very slowly, making the
pleasure linger as we held one another close. I ran my
hands over her deliciously silky nightie, and we rubbed
our mons against one another. When her hand found my
breast, I moaned and sucked excitedly on her tongue.
"Seeing as Jill's not here tonight, I want you to sleep
with me, mommy," I said, really in the mood for more
kissing and touching. "Please say you will. I love
cuddling so much."
"I'd love to but that's a dangerous thing to do," mommy
told me, her fingertips still playing over my very hard
nipple. "As excited as we both are, bad things might
happen, Kristen. I'm not sure I can control myself. I
haven't had sex with anyone since your mother left us. Do
you have any idea how horny I am?"
As my hands moved to cup her bottom through her panties,
I kissed her once more, then said, "I sure can feel how
hard you are. I like when you rub it against me. I'm very
wet now. Please don't stop."
"Ok, I'm going to have to sleep with you tonight because
I can't stop hugging and kissing you, but we have to have
limits. I don't think things will go too far if we both
keep our panties on. The kissing and touching isn't too
bad then. Remember you're a woman now, Kristen, and that
means you can get pregnant."
"I know I can. Ok, no taking our panties off."
Right after I said that, I got into bed and held the
covers up for my new mother. She joined me after turning
out the light. It was hours before we got to sleep. She
gave me four orgasms, one just by kissing my bare
nipples, and the others by caressing my clit through my
panties with her fingers. I made her cum twice in her
panties by rubbing my pussy against her erection.
Just before we fell asleep, we got up and put on dry
panties. I got to see her soft, almost hairless penis
then thanks to the light coming in for the street, and I
think it's so cute! I wanted to kiss it then but she had
her panties on before I got a chance. When she got back
in bed I rubbed it with my hand through her dry panties
for a while, and she began to get hard again when I
fondled her balls, but we were both too tired by then to
do anything more.
We fell asleep in each other's embrace and I had the most
wonderful dreams that night.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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