Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 00:59:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Sarah James <mommysara5825@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Nicky and Mommy Jane Pt. 1

Little Nicky and Mommy Jane

Chapter One
"That's what Mothers are for..."

	The alarm went off like a thunder-clap.  It stuck like a knife into
his dream and as he looked up from the ruffled covers and disheveled pillow
that made up his little cocoon, he cursed the clock that broke his slumber.
He had that dream again.  And by the hardness of his cock it seemed to have
the same effect. As much as he tried he could only remember the last
part...

	He was in his mother's room, or rather foster mother.  It always
went the same, he was stark-ass naked, with a variety of dainty lingerie in
a small pile before him.  Almost like instinct he began to adorn himself
with the soft and silky things, putting them on, as if he had done so for
as long as he had been born.  Almost like magic he could feel the make-up
on his face, the smoothness of his creamy lips and the flutter of his long
eyelashes.  He could even smell the mixture of all the cosmetics along with
the warm scent of the dainty frillies that now adorned his smooth sleek
body.  Time always seemed to skip a beat at this point as he placed the
balloons filled with warm liquid into the cups of the brassiere.  They
always seemed to form fit to his body and the cups of the large bra seemed
to press the prosthetic bosom even closer and warmer to his smooth boy
chest.  And, as always right before he awoke, he was always met with the
same heart-stopping ending.
	Slowly he looks up to see himself in the full length mirror before
him, but before he could get a glance, he hears the twist of the door
handle,,, for just a moment he wants to be invisible, ...to run away, ...to
move like lightning ...to remove the lingerie and make-up as not to be seen
by his mother.  The last thing he sees is her figure enter the room, and as
always just as he awakes is the same feeling.,,, a feeling of surrender, of
acceptance, of comfort, and of welcome...

o0o

"Nicky, get out of bed and get ready for school, dear!" cried his mother.
Actually, as his foster mother she allowed him to call her either Mom,
Mother, or by her first name, Jane.

He blinked and did a double take, finally snapping out of his post-dream
delirium to finally focus on his Mom's deep cleavage as she leaned in his
room at the doorway pleading for him to ready himself for school.  His eyes
were transfixed on the deep valley of Mom's low hanging breasts.  She was
in her robe and had just gotten out of the shower.  A few small droplets of
water still trickled down the snowy white flesh of her great hanging orbs.
The deep darkness of her cleavage looked warm and inviting.  He wished at
that moment that he was still an infant waiting to nurse on his Mom's
beautiful breasts.  He could see the dark blue veins and even the outline
of her large eraser sized nipples through the terrycloth robe.

"Nick, ... you've got to get ready for school,... you're gonna be late
honey!"  He broke his stare from Mom's wonderous whoppers in just enough
time to think quickly.  "I'm not feeling too good Mom, I think I have a
cold".  "Now Nicky honey, you have got to go to school, don't give me that,
I think I'm sick story mister!"  "No Mom, really, I don't feel too good".
With that he gave her his best mournful look hoping she wouldn't notice the
enormous hard-on that he was sporting under the covers.  She approached his
bed with a look of concern.  She knew as an incorrigible boy, Nicky, her
name for young Nicolas, was likely to feed her any story to get out of
school.  She had even considered home-schooling but couldn't see a
justification just yet.

"Come here and let me feel your forehead", she leaned forward placing her
chest right in front of his face.  He could smell the warmth of her
body,... she was a big woman with huge pendulous tits that now hung only
inches from his nose.  Her hips were wide and shapely with thighs that
tapered to curvy calves that led down to her prettily painted toes.  He
looked dreamily into her deep cleavage and imagined the possibilities
waiting for the jig to be up.  She placed her smooth silky hand on his
forehead and almost seemed to caress as she felt for a possible
temperature.

"You do feel a bit warm dear, here lie down."  As he lied down on his side,
trying to hide the woody popping proudly between his legs.  As his head
touched his soft pillow he stole a glance of Mom's areola as she turned at
just the right angle to open the flaps of her terry robe.  His dick
twitched with excitement at the prize glance and his breathing raced as he
tried not to shoot his wad, right there lying only inches from the subject
of all his naughty little fantasies.

"Calm down dear, ...what is it honey?, do you feel alright?"  Again, seeing
a prime opportunity he jumped at the chance..."I feel cold Mommy", as Nicky
hoped against hope that he could control himself with what he anticipated
would be Mom's next move.

"Oh honey, you poor baby...come here dear", and with that just as he
expected she leaned forward, taking his now sweat beaded forehead to her
chest, holding him in a caress as his face was enveloped by the soft doughy
flesh of her breasts.  He was in heaven and his cock began to dance under
the covers as he inhailed the intoxicating aroma imbedded in her cleavage.
She held him like that for a long while, running her long nails through his
hair and cooing at him trying to console his condition.  He draped his arms
around her soft snuggly waist letting her arms support his weight and
losing himself in her caress.

She softly laid him back to his pillow, placing her face close to his and
whispering words of consolement into his ear,..."You just rest now angel,
Mommy will make it all better.  I have to go to work now so you rest up.
I'll be home late, so if you need anything you just call me, okay
sweetie-pie?"

Nicky nodded his head with his eyes half closed drinking in the wonder he
just had the pleasure to experience.

o0o

He could still smell her as his eyes became heavy and he drifted off to
sleep the memory of her soft wonderous breasts fresh in his mind.  He
subconsciously anticipated the kinky and raunchy fantasy that was to come,
and might have if he had not been awoken by the closing of the front door.

Her scent was gone now and the light filtered through the window shade
making a yellow tint over his room, the warm earth tones of the plush
carpet and furniture were softened like an antique photograph.  He missed
her scent and yearned for it.  If only he could beacon her back but she had
gone, off to work for the whole day.  Still he yearned for her scent.

Then an idea entered his head, something distant like from a dream.

He wandered out of bed like in a dream.  A tent formed with his still erect
penis pushing out of his boxers.  He looked down at the small tent, almost
like a divining rod leading him onward.  Since the house was empty he
stripped the short off and was naked and free, his 6 inch rod dancing in
the yellow light.  He walked as if in a trance out his door, without
hesitation he walked down the hall of the empty house towards the door of
his Mother's bedroom.  The door was half open and his heart raced as he
anticipated the sight of the half made bed in the middle of the room.  It
was such an easy solution, he could climb into Mommy's bed full of all her
wonderful smells, and in his nakedness be enveloped in all her wonderful
warmth.  As he opened the door his heart sank.  The bed was fully made, and
he knew that meant that new sheet were now on the bed, sheets that would
not have the wonderful perfume of his Mother's scent.  As his heart sank
his head gazed at the room and stopped at the half open closet door.  He
could see the hamper and again his heart raced.  Maybe, just maybe it would
still be full.  He walked calmly to the door and opened it still naked,
still erect and still very excited, but his excitement rose even higher at
what he saw.

o0o

The hamper overflowed with clothes of all kinds.  At the top was Mommy's
robe.  He took it in his grasp and brought it to his face, he inhaled, the
warmth filled his lungs as he could smell the scent of her body imbedded
deep in the terry fibers.  Swiftly he placed it on, its oversized presence
enveloping him as he was surrounded by Mommy's scents.  Then he saw them.
A pair of pretty satin bikini panties.  He drew his hand across the fabric,
its softness and smoothness caressing his hand.  The cotton gusset in the
crotch was slightly discolored.  Would he dare to sample the unimaginable?
He took the panties in his hand and held them in front of his face.  He
lightly ran the fabric over his face, taking a slight sniff and sensing
Mommy's special scent.  He opened his eyes to see the little cotton
triangle dangling in front of his nose.  He brought it closer and took in a
large whiff.  All of Mommy's special perfume filled his head and he was
intoxicated with her scent.  He became drunk with her aroma and softly
kissed the gusset, the flavor of Mommy's juices just slightly dancing on
his lips.  He wanted more and reached for a pair of pantyhose.  They were
sheer, soft, luxurious and warm.  He reached for the feet and brought them
to his nose, the aroma was even more intoxicating following the trail from
the feet of the pantyhose up the legs to the panty, where again he sampled
Mommy's special perfume.  Another glance in his drunken like bliss caught
the sight of Mommy's bra.  It was lacy, with large wide cups and a
reinforced strapping.  He draped the pantyhose over his shoulders, the
panties close by and took the bra by one of the cups.  He raised the cup of
the bra to his nose and took in the most wonderous of scents.  His knees
buckled and he knelt down as his cock, wrapped in the loose folds of the
terry robe, danced like a ballerina to the most wonderful music.  He no
longer was aware of where he was or what he was doing, it seemed as though
he was driven, driven by the garments and their wonderful scents.  He
placed the lingerie in a small pile on the floor of Mommy's bedroom, took
off the terry robe and went to Mommy's bathroom.

o0o

Nicky ran a warm bath, taking the light pink bath beads in the saucer
resting on the counter of the vanity and gently broke them into the water.
The smell of lavender filled the room as the steam rose from the bath and
enveloped him in caresses of erotic bliss.  His cock went to half mast, for
no apparent reason as he entered the bath.  The soft lavender bubbles
surrounded him in all directions.  He rubbed his hands all over his boyish
body, feeling the slight evidence of hair on his legs, underarms and pubic
area.  He glanced over, as if in a dream and saw the razor.  A pink lady
razor that he took in his hand and raised his left leg.  He deftly began to
run the razor over the surface of his legs feeling even more and more
comforted as the razor covered more and more of his boyish body.  He wasn't
even aware of time or space as he spent what seemed like the most wonderful
hour of his life as he left all hints of male puberty in the warm water of
the bath.  He finally arose, the air hitting his skin as the new
sensitivity excited him even more.  The steam had dissipated and he saw his
smooth hairless body in the reflection of Mommy's bathroom mirror.  His
hair was shoulder length and it fell limply over his face.  In front of him
was Mommy's curling iron.  He took the curling iron in his hand and plugged
it in.  He had seen Mommy curl her hair before.  Remembering back to his
brief lessons watching his Mommy, Nicky began to bring new life to his limp
lifeless mop of hair.  He curled it into a page-boy style and styled his
bangs to give them a little body and bounce.  Pleased with his new hair do
he looked down to see what next.  Mommy's makup bag sat on the edge of the
vanity.  He opened it with newly found experimental excitement.  The next
hour and a half Nicky spent applying foundation, rouge, eye shadow, mascara
and lipstick to his face.  Little by little Nicky slowly became Nikki, a
pretty and sexy looking little girl.  After he was done something was
missing.  He looked at his eyebrows.  They were heavier than Mommy's and
shapeless.  He saw the tweezers while applying his newly found face and
took them in his hand.  He began to methodically tweeze his eyebrows,
surprisingly enough it was not as painful as he thought it would be.  When
finished he was pleased to find two, finely fashioned arches above his
eyes, beautiful and sensual.  Still, something was missing, and another
look into the makeup bag revealed the missing ingredient.  A small white
plastic box held a pair of false eyelashes.  He quickly found the adhesive,
although he did not know how he knew what to look for.  It was as if the
bag was his and he knew exactly where everything was located.

The eyelashes were the final touch and when Nikki looked into Mommy's
mirror he saw exactly what he wanted to see.  He placed his hands on the
vanity to lean forward for a closer inspection.  As he looked down he saw
what was missing.  Crowning his fingers were plain, colorless nails.
Again, a look into the makeup bag produced a bottle of candy apple red nail
polish.  He quickly gathered the necessary supplies, cotton balls, nail
guards and clippers.  He sat comfortably on the toilet seat cover and began
to color his toes.  After his toes were crowned in pretty polish he began
to paint his fingernails.

o0o

Time "seemed" to stand still as he skipped to the pile of lingerie still on
the floor.  His fingernail now dry he knelt down to the small pile on the
floor.  He slipped on the panties, tucking his slightly erect penis
underneath his smooth balls making a smooth front to his now pantied waist.
Next, he slowly and meticulously slid the pantyhose up his legs and
smoothed them over his legs and waist.  Finally he put on the bra, with a
remarkable skill, reaching behind and clasping it to his back.  The
shoulder straps caressed his shoulders and upper back, but the cups were
empty.  He very calmly walked down the stairs to the kitchen.  In the "junk
drawer" was the prize he sought.  A bag of half empty party balloons.
These were the large kind and would fill the cups amply.  After filling the
balloons with warm caressing water he placed them strategically in the cups
of the bra, making sure that the nub of the balloons faced the front of the
cups, forming a surragate matron nipple.  Pleased with the weight and feel
of the make believe prosthetics he scampered back up the stairs.  In
Mommy's hamper he found a camisole and matching brief.  Made of soft silk
and lace with satin trim, the top seemed to slid onto him as if it was made
for him.  The panty went on just as easily.  Now, fully done he looked at
himself in the full length mirror that stood opposite of him in Mommy's
bedroom.

Suddenly he heard a noise, it sounded like a door nob turning and he turned
in a swift movement to the door...

o0o

The door creaked open as the wind swept across his face, dancing through
his newly styled hair and brushing the fabric of the camisole across his
newly shaved smooth skin.  He felt a weight lift off of his shoulders and
he turned to see his handywork in the mirror.  He twirled around and around
on his tippy toes.  Then it occurred, he couldn't walk around with bare
feet with pantyhose on.  A quick look in the closet found some soft summer
sandles with a 3 inch heal.  His nylon covered feet slipped deftly into the
shoes and now he felt wonderful.  He walked out of Mommy's bedroom and into
the rest of the house with a new feeling of excitement and wonder.  He
yawned and stretched, realizing he had quite a long day a nap seemed in
order.  Back in Mommy's bedroom he put Mommy's terry robe back on and
walked down to the den that was situated adjacent to the kitchen.  The big
comfy couch sat in front of the large television.  He turned on the remote
and began to switch channels.  The aroma of the panties, nylons, bra and
cosmetics seemed to combine and ferment in the warmth of the terry robe,
wafting up to his nose making a bouquet of wonderful perfume he had never
smelled before.  It lulled him to a relaxed state and his hand dropped the
remote as he fell into blissful sleep.

o0o

He couldn't tell if he had dreamt.  He could hear water, running water
somewhere in the background.  He could smell the warmth of the terry robe
and the perfume of femininity that surrounded him.  Again, water, running
water.  Then he heard a click, then a clack, then a click clack, like
shoes, shoes on a tile floor.  Then "HOLY SHIT!!!!"

His eyes flew open, but his vision was still blurry.  He could make out a
figure in front of the sink of the kitchen, then he blinked, and blinked
again, it was Mommy.  She turned to catch his glance...

"It's about time you woke up, do you know how worried I was when you didn't
answer the phone?"  She turned off the water running in the sinks and
walked around the breakfast nook.  She was dressed in soft pink sweats,
obviously she had been home long enough to change.

"Honey, we need to have a little talk, and I think you know what it's all
about, ....don't you?"  His heart stopped, then pounded, all he could do is
blink but he felt the flutter of his long eyelashes tickle his cheek.  He
was speechless, what on earth would she say when she saw underneath the
robe?

"Honey, I stopped by the school today to pick up your homework.  Now, I
understand that you've had a lot to deal with.  I understand that a new
neighborhood with new friends and a new school can be troubling.  But
Honey, really not doing your homework for six months is just not
acceptable".

His mind raced, she hadn't mentioned his appearance, she hadn't even made a
mention towards his sudden transformation.

"I have been more than patient with you angel, but I think I really have to
put my foot down.  I think drastic times call for drastic measures.  I have
a friend who runs a school that I think would suit your special needs."
"And speaking of drastic measures..."

Oh boy, here it comes.... she's gonna really let me have it now.....

"How many times do I have to tell you to do the dishes before watching
t.v.?"  T.V?  Dishes?  She's upset over dishes?

"I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to fall asleep and I was going to do them,
but I just got tired" What was he saying?, now the door was open for a full
onslaught.

"Nikki Honey, I know you didn't feel well, but that is no excuse.  Now get
up and finish the dishes."  Oh no, he had to get up, she would see, she
would see his huge fake chest!!!"

"I said get up Nikki, and I mean now!"  He rose with an in trepidation he
had never felt before.  He donned the comfy robe and in the warm air of the
den and stood before Mommy, camisole, large fake chest, painted nails,
pantyhose and all.

"Here, take these and finish up, there aren't many left anyway" She handed
him the rubber gloves that he had seen her wear so many times before as she
left him to the dishes and up the stairs.  He couldn't understand, she
didn't make a fuss.  Maybe she was planning to humiliate him by keeping him
dressed like that?  Well, that must be it, and if so, Nikki now felt he had
better make the best of it and just enjoy it while he could.

o0o

The dishes didn't take very long and Mommy was still upstairs.  As he
finished the last of the dishes, his cock began to stir in his soft silky
panties.  By the time he was done with the last dish, his young rod was
straining at the material of the panties, pantyhose and camisole bottom.
Trying to ignore the urge building in between his legs he figured he might
diminish his punishment if he enamoured Mommy with favors.  He skipped up
the stairs, feeling his hair dance in the air and into Mommy's bedroom.
She was applying lotion to her hands and arms, the top of her sweats
removed he could see her pendulous breasts pressing against the fabric of
her ornate brassiere.  "I finished the dishes Mommy, can I do anything else
for you"?, he batted his eyes trying to look demure and petite.

"Now Honey, how can you honestly.... come here honey and sit here," as she
motioned with her palm to have Nikki sit on her lap.  Nikki obeyed and
daintily sat softly on Mommy's soft supple lap.  "Now dear, you can't
possibly wear panties with this bulge sticking out" With that Mommy's hand
strategically maneuvered past the camisole bottom, pantyhose and satin
panties to Nikki's straining cock.  "You have got to take care of these
things dear, it is very unladylike" Her hand then softly and swiftly
extracted the throbbing member and began a dance up and down the length of
the young shaft.  "You have to keep this under control otherwise we can't
go out together, right sweetheart?"

With that Mommy planted a soft kiss on Nikki's lips, their painted lips
touching softly, her hand deftly dancing the length of Nikki's shaft.
Nikki looked into his Mommy's eyes and suddenly felt surrender, acceptance,
comfort and a sense of welcome as his cock began to shoot stream after
thick milky stream of boy batter into the air and onto Mommy's expert hand.
A wave of pleasure and contentment fell over Nikki and he fell into Mommy's
chest.  Mommy milked the last of the spasms from Nikki's cock as the
phallis went limp.  She raised her milk covered hand to Nikki's lips.  As
if by instinct Nikki began to lick and lap up the contents of his climax.
It was a bit salty and a little bitter, but he liked it, but even more
liked being with Mommy in this very special way.

o0o

Mommy straightened up Nikki's things, put her top back on and took the
little he/girl down the stairs.  Nikki's fake chest bounced happily as She
walked down the stairs, hand-in-hand with Mommy.  The glimmer of their nail
polished shone in the light of the dining room table.  They ate dinner and
chatted about their day.  Nikki told Mommy of his day and all the wonderful
feelings he experienced.  Mommy simply smiled and encouraged the
discussion.  After dinner Mommy and Nikki cuddled on the big comfy couch
and watch T.V.  Under a warm blanket Mommy took off her sweat top and
removed her bra.  Beaconing her close, Nikki cuddled up to Mommy's soft
breasts and suckled Mommy's engorged nipple until She fell asleep, held in
Mommy's caressing arms.  As she felt the caress of Mommy and the warm
perfume of their now combined femininity, Nikki looked up to Mommy and
simply said, "Thank you Mommy".  Mommy simply smiled and said, "Of course
dear, that's what Mother's are for", and kissed her little he/girl gently
to sleep.