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The Surprise Pt 2
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Then Friday arrived. I already knew what clothes I was going to wear to be her doll... black lycra leggings that belonged to my cousin (my aunt made her "lose" them and gave them to me); she was my age and had a similar build; a lace thong that I had found (and washed, even though I stained it many times) and some skin-colored pantyhose that I wore under my pants when it was very cold... my stretchy jeans and men's underwear... I was 14 years old and had long hair, as was the style back then... on the outside I was a metalhead, and on the inside I was a sissy in heat. Well, she arrived dressed to kill: Her short, curly hair, freshly cut at the salon and dyed a color somewhere between orange and reddish, her long nails freshly done, bright red lipstick, a short, very tight white t-shirt that left her stomach uncovered and barely contained her large breasts, revealing her big, erect nipples (she was 45, and a "boyfriend" had paid for her breast augmentation, which was beautiful), low-rise semi-permanent Lycra leggings that barely showed her black thong, accentuated her beautiful lower abdomen from which a few freshly shaved pubic hairs peeked out, and her enormous, round ass, and topped it all off, red platform heels that made a sound similar to a horse's hooves when she walked...yes, she was a mare...and always in heat. We left home and had to walk a few blocks to catch the bus...on the way we talked about normal things...it was normal for me to feel her hold my hand...and it really turned me on to feel my hand sweating, so she would hold it tighter and jokingly say: "Relax, to everyone else we're just a mother and her beautiful son." On the bus we sat together, almost touching, and I got excited just feeling her legs brush against me (I was by the window and she pressed me against that side, and I loved it). Her house was about 10 blocks from where we got off the bus, and that's where she sometimes changed the way she talked to me; there I was her little whore, and it started to turn me on. She would say: "Now when we get there you're going to take off those clothes and dress like my whore, because you are my little whore, right?" "Yes, Auntie, I'm your little slut..." "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never forget it... we have the whole weekend to ourselves. Your cousins went with their father and you can wear all their clothes." For me, it was like being at Disney. My cousins were quite promiscuous for their age, one was 16 and the other 14, and they'd already had sex with boys and girls. Their wardrobe was very slutty.
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Posted on : Jun 26, 2026
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Commented on Jun 26, 2026
I'd start by checking your cousins' laundry baskets, or did you? Their used panties certainly smelled wonderful, but your aunt probably decided what you should wear. Interesting story, I'm looking forward to the next installment. Best regards.
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