Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2010 23:12:14 +0200 (CEST)
From: trevormaytum <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: BEWITCHED, BOTHERED AND BEWILDERED Part Two

Still sitting beside Vivian, his mother put the catalogue down and shuffled
closer so he could feel the warmth of her thigh against him. She took hold
of his right hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it.

"Can you do it left-handed?" she said, squeezing his fingers
affectionately.

"Mum, I am left-handed."

She giggled. "Silly me... so you are." Her cheeks were glowing bright pink.

She guided Vivian's hand down to her knee and flattened his palm on it. The
feel of the black stockings quickened his pulse. He could feel his
willpower ebbing. An urge to display himself obscenely in front of his
mother began to take over. His left hand started caressing his erection.

"Good boy," she said. "Do you like my lovely stockings?"

Vivian nodded, exposing more of himself to her.

"Mmm... very nice... What a big boy you are. I never realised. Goodness!
I'm sure you can't wait to show your mummy just how far you're able to fire
your glorious pink cannon."

Vivian's left hand pistoned faster. She guided his other hand up under her
skirt. She scented victory... he was nothing more than putty in her hands
now.

"Isn't this sweet?" she said, "so cosy, naughty and nice. Mummy has her
very own boy to play with and sissify. And one day, when you're fully
trained, Mummy will be able to share you. You wouldn't mind her sharing,
would you? You're going to be so beautiful for her and her friends. Soon
you're going to show everyone just how good you can be."

Vivian closed his eyes, as if the reality of the scene was too much for him
to take in.

"No Vivian, you must keep your eyes open. I don't want you to miss a
thing."

His eyes came open and immediately rolled back in ecstasy. He rubbed
himself faster.

"Look at me and concentrate, or I might have to smack you. Think how much
you love me and how much I love you. Enjoy the feel of my lovely, sexy
clothes. I think you'd do anything for me, absolutely anything... wouldn't
you? Look at me." She pinched the skin of his hand.

Vivian nodded. His eyes were black with lust and he looked at her.

"So come on then... do it for Mummy. Oh yes, show me more, pretty baby."

He did.

"We're going to have such a lovely time together. I think I can make a very
pretty baby girl out of you."

This much was true. Vivian's mother would not have to work very hard to
make him into a pretty girl. He was already a good-looking boy with a
slender, almost feline frame, soft and virtually hairless; and he would be
completely hairless when his mother had finished with him.

She glanced between Vivian's legs. Her son's brazen vigour excited her. No
inhibitions now. His energy came through to her full force. She felt hot
and prickly, her panties sticking against her.

"Cum for mummy, little baby. Let her see you make lots of white cum-cum!"

She artfully guided his hand round to her inner thigh where it was warm and
humid. She eased her legs apart, positioned his hand higher, and then
closed her soft thighs around his hand.

"I know you love what I'm doing to you and I know you want more. I don't
think I'll have to try very hard to make you into a sissy-boy, will I? Very
soon I'm going to put you in a nice frock and do your hair, make your face
up. You already have the features - soft, pouting lips, the long curling
eyelashes... so, so natural. You'll make such a delightful little girl. Oh,
yes, yes, yes..."

She eased her thighs again and moved his hand up as far as the tops of her
stockings where the gauzy nylon ended and the tender white flesh began, the
contrast in sensation was maddening to him. She guided his fingers over the
bobble-catch of her suspenders, encouraging him to play with it. He rubbed
feverishly now. She watched him gulp air and knew she had made her
mark... she had infected and corrupted him. His face was full of hot young,
slightly tainted blood now, as was his cock which was contained in a blur
of fury inside his fist. He was ready to explode.

"Yes, Vivian, I think you'll very much enjoy Mummy dressing you in silk
panties and a nice printed frock. And just imagine being put into stockings
and suspenders... ooh-la-la! Feel the elasticated straps of your girdle
cutting into your skin. Do you know something..? I'd just adore lacing you
really tightly in a boned Victorian corset, nice and stiff and
restrictive. It will ensure perfect deportment."

"Uggh, uggh, agghh..."

And suddenly a short looping arc of clear liquid erupted from the tip of
Vivian's cock followed by around half-a-dozen dainty spurts --
spit-spit-spit! A few errant drops splashed and settled onto his mother's
knee.

"Bravo! Oh my lovely sissy-boy; what a lot you've made for Mummy... and
just look how far your cannon has shot. Well done... well done, I love you
so much!"

In fact, it wasn't a great amount, what one might call an immature
ejaculation, watery and transparent, but commendable all the same. He was
after all, only fifteen and still maturing. She had just seen her lovely
sissy-boy shoot sperm for the first time.

The main thing now was to comfort him and make him feel good about
himself. Reinforce him by reward and tenderness. She instinctively knew
that immediately after an orgasm a man (or boy) could feel fragile with
remorse and regret, especially when unexpectedly coerced into a lewd act by
another person, especially a mother, so she pulled her son to her and
hugged him into her bosom, reassuring him.

She was tender and maternal for him, whispering endearments and kissing his
sweat-matted hair, restoring him. Vivian could feel the hard points of her
warm breasts poking through her skimpy top, gently denting the side of his
face. He began to feel a delicious melting calm take hold.

"One of these days you'll be able to make nice thick white cream for your
mummy... and her friends. I'll be so proud of you... and so will they."

* * *

Vivian stood in the shower in a daze, the hot stinging water pinging off
his back. The faint, insipid aftertaste of his own ejaculate still lingered
on his tongue. There had been nothing to it really. He had heard stories of
cum-swallowing from older boys, how it could burn the back of your throat
and make you gag. Had they been lying to him?

His mother had insisted that it was only gentlemanly and polite to lick her
clean of the little wet bits on her knee... and of course she had reminded
him it was a sissy-boy's duty to clean up any residue.

"You'll need to get used to the taste, anyway. A good sissy has to learn
how to guzzle lots and lots and lots of warm, creamy cum."

Strange how his mother was talking so brazenly in these ribald terms all of
a sudden, as if a change had come over her. Vivian soaped his cock and
balls while thinking about what she had said. Had she meant `guzzle' his
own cum, or the sperm of another male or sissy-boy? His own ribald thinking
and the smooth slippery soap over his genitals brought him to a full
erection again. The sound of his mother's voice called out from the
bedroom:

"I've laid out some of my clothes for you, Vivian. I want you to try a few
things on for size. It will give me some idea what to order for your
birthday present. I would think we're very similar actually. Make sure
you're nice and clean, won't you, and don't make me wait too long."

His heart beat rapidly in anticipation of what awaited him in his mother's
bedroom. He was very tempted to masturbate again at the prospect. Perhaps
he could hit the wall over the taps this time, watch the goo slither down
the shiny blue tiles like uncooked egg-white?

Suddenly his mother was at the door. "I was wondering if you needed a
hand... you seemed to be taking a long time..." And then she saw the
steamy-outline through the screen of what he was doing. "Naughty girl, I've
told you before... not in the bath. Isn't once a day enough for you? I can
see I'm going to have to start smacking your little bottom for such
naughtiness, young lady. Now hurry up and get dried. I'm beginning to get
fed up waiting for you. And you've still got your homework to do."

For the first time that evening a sense of impatience and irritation had
crept into her voice. She opened her bedside drawer and considered two of
the items inside -- an old, plastic ruler and a thin, gold-buckled leather
belt.

"Hurry up, Mummy's getting impatient."

Her voice was soft and distracted, as if it was caught inside her head and
speaking to her alone. She felt dreamy and strange. Her demand went unheard
by her son.

She stepped before the full-length mirror, feet apart and chest thrust out
in a stance that symbolised authority and power. She admired herself,
running the slim leather `thong' through her fingers. A thin smile played
across her scarlet-painted lips.

(...more to cum...)