Date: Sat, 14 Mar 2009 10:58:16 -0400
From: Lacy White <lacylips@gmail.com>
Subject: "Daddy's Little Patsy, Part 1"

Daddy's Little Patsy

by LacyLips


DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving young men
and boys. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU
ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL
OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related
to any person or persons living or deceased.


I had always enjoyed by big hug from my Mom, Patricia, or Pat as everyone
called her. About 10 years old, as I was become more aware of the sexual
stuff happening with my body, I really enjoyed them. Mom would pull me close
and my head was right at the level of her chest. Either my face was buried
between her tits or it rested on one while I tried to catch a peek inside
the gaps between the blouse buttons to see what her bra looked like. I had a
big fixation to lingerie because it was those kinds of catalogs that arrived
in the mail that we we beginning to get our thrills from.


I was playing with my dick at lot back then and my visions usually were of
women in undies. Silky, slippery and lacy undies. Panties, bras, slips,
those garter things. They were all plentiful in the catalogs. I pictured my
mom in some of that stuff and it make my dick stiffer. Every now and then I
got a really good look at her in her bra and panties. When she and dad were
dressing to go out I always found some reason to interrupt them so I could
she here "all sexy looking".  I would tell her how pretty she looked and
move in for a hug. Those were the best! My face right against the lace and
satin of her bra and a great close up view of her cleavage. She was not big
boobed like some ladies but they were nice especially up close.


The feel and look of the fabrics were what made me almost wet myself.
Heavenly to rub my cheek and try to get a little feel against my lips of the
silky surfaces. Her panties almost always matched the bras and look
amazingly hot stretched taut across her hips. Looked nice on her ass too,
when I got a glimpse. A few times I would have my hand on her back as she
snuggled me and I would let it slide down to touch the smooth nylon surface
her panty encased bottom had become. It was so nice but as soon as I would
start to move my little hand around on her ass she would decide that the hug
was over.


I got so focused on the silky stuff, after they went out I would sometimes
sneak on of her pretty nightgowns from the laundry basket and cuddle with it
after my sitter had sent me to bed. I think she always wondered why I did
not mine going to my room when it was time.


Tragedy strikes!  Everything was great, Mom and Dad happy, loving: Me happy
and horny all the time: Lingerie in the basket to lay with: what could go
wrong? A blood clot went wrong. Mom got a clot in her leg and it went to her
lung and she was gone 3 days later. WOW! Why me? Why us?


To keep it short, we survived but I needed things to comfort me all the
time. The things ended up being her bras, panties, slips and nightgowns. All
the slippery silk and nylon stuff would individually and in small groups
find it way into my bedroom when I was alone or asleep. It made me feel
close to her even though she was gone physically.


I discovered soon that I liked to put her panties on and sleep in them. Made
my little prick hard as stone too.

It became a ritual. Sometime the ritual involved a nightie too and one
afternoon I put on a bra. In the closest set of hooks it kind of fit. The
straps stretched around me reminded of Mom's hugs and comforted me quite
nicely.


One morning when dad came to wake me to get ready for school, my sheet was
not pulled up all the way and he saw that I was wearing a pair of mom's
frilly panties. Blue and cream color lace I think it was. Anyway he awoke me
with a start. "Shawn. What are you doing with Pat's panties? I think yo need
to do a bit of explaining."  I looked at him and started to cry. " I miss
her so much dad. When I touch these it is like she is still here. I miss the
hug, I miss her smells. This all smells like her too. I'm sorry daddy."


"I think that I understand son. It is OK for now but be sure it is just at
night. Never wear them to school or anything because someone might see them,
bending over or in the bathroom, and make fun of you or worse. Promise only
at home?"


"I promise but can I wear things all the time here?"

"For a little while," Dad agreed.


So it started, being dressed in panties or a nightie around the house except
when others were there. I would come home from school and my teenaged sitter
was there to meet me and help me with any school work if I wanted help. As
soon as dad came thru the door and she left I would dash to my room, strip
of all of my school clothes and pull on a pair of sexy pants as I called
them. I kept my normal shirt on on took it off and through on a robe. Even
the robe was mom's kimono like, silk with flower pattern woven in. Just came
below the ass on me and let a bit of my pantied globe show. I though it
rather cute myself.


In the family room one evening after dinner, Dad told me that since I seemed
so comfortable in mom's old girlie stuff has might star calling me Patsy.
Like a mini-Pat. A mini-mom. Ok with me I told him and we got used to it.
So much so that one day when I ran in to dress I pulled of the matching bra
to the panties I had on and put it on too. I was going to let dad see more
of how cute Patsy could be. I did not have any boobs but in the drawer with
the bras was a pair of soft rubbery enhancers that I am guessing mom used
when she needed some cleavage for a certain dress or outfit. Hey it looked
like I had boobs when I put them in. The little bit of weight they had made
me bouncy when I walked around with them and it tugged on my straps too.

Was I ready to shaw dad?


I put on the robe and tied it around and then when to the family room where
dad was watching the evening news. I sat on the arm of the chair he was
relaxing in, my back towards him, and waited for his question of the day-
"What brings you close to mom today?"  I stood and stepped away raising the
hem of the robe far enough to reveal my navel on down giving him a good look
at the seafoam green boyshorts with all lace in the front and all nylon
across the bottom. I gave a twirl for a full view and so I could show off
the cheeks of my butt below the undies. "Very cute, Patsy". He commented.
"There is more dad." I dropped the entire robe to the floor standing there
before dad in a complete set of panties and matching bra, complete with
little boobs. He rubbed his crotch before kind of stumbling thru telling me
that I looked hot but that he was not really read to see his boy dressed
like a sissy. Not sure what that meant but I told him that I just wanted to
remind him of mom and that I got excited when I wore her stuff. I think he
was excited seeing me in it too.


He wanted me to cover up more so my regular evening and weekend "uniform"
became panties, bra and mom's miniskirt skip (with a lacy bottom) topped by
my regular white oxford school shirt. The tails came down over my butt and
the slip covered the panties but still looked sexy to me. The shirt always
hid the bras but sometimes you could tell the color thru the white fabric
and often I would leave it unbuttoned anyway.


By this time I was 11 and jerking off, actually cumming, almost every day
either as I dressed or in bed at night. The fresh laundered smell of the
lingerie made mom seem there with me while touching myself, rubbing my sides
and bottom, or pinching at my nipples made the moments more real and
exciting. A lot of times I would just pile panties and slips on my face
while I beat my dick to completion. I shot the stuff on the undies often and
loved the smell of the dried on cum quite a bit as well.


Also around this time I discovered my asshole. I was pumping my cock with
one hand, dressed in a white lace push up bra where the lace part went all
the way up the straps, and crotchless panty to match. The other hand was
busy pulling on my nutsack and rolling my balls around when I found how
sensitive the area right beneath my scrotum was. I had my fingers get bust
down there and before  knew it I had a finger wiggling around my hole. I
felt really good. I got talented and playing with my asshole and stretching
it out and getting half of my finger in there pretty regularly. Loved it.
Made me think of dad fucking my hot mom.

Oh my! It made me really excited, for some reason, picturing dad banging mom
up the ass. I bet that was what some of the really load moaning had been
about when I knew they were "getting busy".


Where was I headed with all of this. Seemed to me it was all that I thought
about any more. Felt real good though.


I was kind of interested to see what wearing a dress would be like so I
explored mom side of the walk in closet one afternoon before dad came home.
Being 11 he let me stay alone so no more sitter to worry about although I
did enjoy fantasizing about what kind of undies she had on each day. Back to
the closet.


While exploring I came across a letter sized locked box, like a cash box,
behind some other stuff. I wondered what could be in there. Remembering
seeing a number of keys in her jewelry box and fished them out and tried
each one until one opened the lock. Inside were 4 rubber things that looked
kind of like cocks only bright colors and one that looked just like a huge
real cock, fleshy, veiny and it had balls moulded in. Wow!

Mom liked this stuff? I had to check each one out as some had a button
others had a switch and one had a controller on the end of a cord.
Vibrators, diodes, I had heard of this but could not believe there was a box
of them in our closet.


At that moment I heard the car come in the driveway. I closed and locked the
box but then ran with it to my room and put in under the bed along with the
bunch of keys. I would return the other keys later. Not being all dressed up
I just stuffed a pair of nylon panties into my pants for something to rub
while I watched tav later and ran out to greet dad.


I met him at the door and he commented that I was not dressed pretty for him
today. "Sorry dad, I did not get time after school to freshen up."


"Well Patsy I have to go to the store for awhile why don't you put something
on and get comfy before I get back. I had just the things set aside.  He
left and I ran to  their room to get ready. I had pulled out a pale blue
push up bra with a lacy overlay on the top and satin cups on the bottom.
Panties to match, a boy short cut  with smooth nylon front and the back was
all lace and half my ass stuck out below the lower edge. I was so hard just
slipping them over my knees and getting my little balls nestled in. The last
of the underwear was a pair of very sheer white nylons, the kind with the
wide lace elastic bands at the top to keep them up. They were a bit loose on
my legs but they still looked hot as I gazed into the floor length mirror at
my progress.


Finally a white blouse that was tight around the waist, had like crumpled
areas in it, but looser at the bustline where my pretty blue bra hid.
Finished this with the school girl plaid mini skirt mom had stashed away. It
came just below my ass.


I went to the family room and lay down on the couch to watch TV and wait for
dad. I was on my stomach, my stocking clad legs stretched half the length of
the sofa and my head resting on the padded arm so I could see my program. I
could not resist reaching under my slightly raised chest to fell my bra and
little fake titties.

My cock stirred. I felt warm and cuddly with no one even there.


I door pooped open and dad carried the groceries to the kitchen then
returned. He lifted my feet, sat at the far end of the sofa and let my legs
drape over his lap as he started to tell me about his day and how seeing me
all sexed up relaxed him and made his worries melt away. The longer he
talked the more he was massaging my silky feet and the backs of my calves. I
purred a bit to let him know that I liked it. Soon I heard myself say
"higher Dad". With little pause his big hand was caressing the backs of my
thighs. One then the other, from the back of my knee to just below my
crotch. He was like teasing me but unconsciously.


His had kept stopping just at the tops of the stockings and just below the
part of my cute ass exposed by the boy panties.  I needed my ass touched so
I asked my to rub my bottom. "Are you sure son? I mean Patsy. Do you want me
to massage you butt?" "You are making me excited you know."


I thought so if the log in his pants that my feet were rubbing on was his
cock getting hard. Dad almost broke the spell when he told me to stand up,
remove my shirt and skirt and model my undies for him. I wiggled my hips and
let the skirt fall away and did a bit of stripper moves as I undid the shirt
and tossed it onto the TV table. "Come here Patsy and lay down on my lap so
I can give you that good back rub you seem to desire."


I lay right down with my crotch on his. He was hard all right and it felt
good giving a little grind against him in my panties. HIs hands went back to
my thighs, outside up and then inside down. Then he changed and came up the
inside of my left leg. His fingertips touched my packed in nuts briefly and
move across under the bulge of my bottom. "Oh that is a sensitive place. "Oh
dad. Right then. Rub that a lot for me PLEASE!"


He did. HIs hand squeezing and rubbing. Up under the lacy panties. It felt
like I was going to explode. It was so exciting and I could feel dad tool
trying desperately to escape his pants. I ground against it more with each
move of his firm hand on my ass. " Rub me in the middle. Please Daddy." I
was such a whore asking my dad to finger my little pucker. Surprise - He
did. Holding the cheek closest to him with his left hand and the other in
his right he gripped them tight and pushed them apart. The I felt his thumb
touch my rosebud and start to rotate a bit. Flicking it and then a gentle
stab to follow.


"You are so cute and you ass is wonderful. Almost as nice as your mom's
was." I told him I like the compliment but don't stop. "finger me some
more."   He kept it up until I was literally screaming at him.

First it was "do it more" then it became "put you finger inside me" and
finally it was "Daddy finger fuck me good!"  He did exactly that and at the
end had 2 fingers pumping quite quickly in and out of my tail.


It all came to an end when his gyrating against my pantied groin with his
firm member caused him to cum in his pants. He was moaning and yelling about
how good it felt and I was going insane with his fingers working over my boy
cunt. I wondered if he ever warmed mom up with a good finger fucking in the
ass.


As he calmed he asked me if I had cum too since I seemed to be enjoying his
attentions so much. "No, but I am glad that you liked doing that to me so
much. I liked it a lot daddy". "roll over for me Patsy and just sit on my
lap." I did as told and dad began rubbing my boner thru the nylon. It was
very wet by this time ad my cock seemed to slip around inside as he felt me.
Dad pulled down the waistband gently hooking it under my nuts and then
proceeded to stroke my with his bare fingers on my bare penis. "Oh my that
is so good daddy. Make me cum please."  " I intend to."  He did. Some shot
to my belly button and most went down his hand.

When he release his grip I reached down and smeared the glob on my belly
with my finger and then put the finger in my mouth. Savoring the flavor of
my silky cum with a twirling motion of my tongue.


Dad looked at me in total surprise at that move. "You like your cum?" "Yes
Daddy. I like cum." "Well feel free to have the rest." He brought his hand
to face and I licked all of the deposit from on and between his fingers.

I was beginning to realize how strong an oral fixation I had as well as
anal.  So was he.


Dad said to go and get cleaned up so I showered and threw on a baby doll
nightie. Back in the room he was fast asleep with a big smile on his face. I
went to bed and left him to dream -Of me I hope.


end the first part.


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