Chapter Three
"How's my birthday boy?" Stacey asked, a twinkle in her eye. I had just
finished doing the laundry and was folding Mr. Jackson's boxers. "Come give
mommy a hug."
"Stacey, darling! What a pleasant surprise!" I tip-toed to her, my high heels
tapping softly on the tile floor. My pink pageboy wig framed my smiling face.
She was wearing satin pajamas and high heel bedroom slippers, the kind with a
cute fuzz ball on each toe. I slipped into her warm embrace, noticing her
cleavage happened to be encrusted with Jack's dried cum.
"Mmmmm ... mommy is so proud of her little boy. You've done such a good job of
adjusting since Jack moved in." I beamed hearing her praise, daring to lick the
crumbs from her breasts. "Easy, dickie. I'm still sore there."
"Yes, mommy. I'll be careful." She purred softly as I gently lapped between
her gorgeous breasts.
"If only more men could be like my you," she said. "So helpful and so eager to
please." Her knee wedged my thighs apart and she pressed her leg against my
raging hard-on. "I can't wait for you to open your present tonight, but you
must be patient. Jack and I have to do some shopping today. He needs a new
suit. I need some new shoes, and I have to get my hair done. Plus, we need to
buy you a birthday cake!"
"Oh, mommy! A birthday cake? Can I have a chocolate cake, please?" I asked.
"Well, we have to look after your figure, but I'll talk to Jack about it. I
don't see why not. I see there is plenty in here to keep you busy while we
shop," she said, pointing to a small mountain of lingerie that had to be
hand-washed. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled with an idea. "Baby doll, slip off my
pajama bottoms and hand me a pair of Jack's boxers. I love wearing them."
I cleared my throat and knelt before her, then I slid her smooth, satin pajama
bottoms down her long legs. When she stepped out of them the scent of her
well-fucked pussy almost caused me to swoon. The lips of her moist flower were
still swollen and puffy from her morning frolic. With trembling knees, I stood,
retrieved a pair of Jack's boxers, and knelt before her again so she could step
into them. She giggled when the waistband snapped around her curvaceous hips.
"Well?" she asked, as she did a sexy pirouette.
"They l-l-look lovely on you, mommy." My hands pressed down on my lap as I
squirmed on my knees. Her legs were perfect, tan and very long. Her mules gave
the impromptu outfit a stunning, erotic look.
"Thanks, baby doll. Maybe I'll buy a few pair for myself today." She turned to
go back upstairs, then stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot. After your birthday
party, Jack and I are going to spend the night at The Regency. And let's
see....what else?" Her finger tapped her chin. "I remember now. Jack wants
you to wear Outfit #3 tonight. We'll be back in a few, hon. Ta-ta!"
She left me there kneeling on the floor, my mouth agape. Outfit #3 was
practically bondage personified. It consisted of the tightest leather corset
known to man, ultra high heels that were locked into place and connected by a
length of chain, seamed stockings, crotchless panties, and a most cruel mask
that came with an inflatable ball gag attached. Fortunately, the mask had
eyeholes. Full-length opera style gloves-with cuffs-completed the ensemble. I
guess the only positive thing you could say about Outfit #3 was that I didn't
have worry much about my makeup. I just had to apply a lot of eye shadow and
extra long lashes. It would take me almost two hours just to put it on. I got
busy washing Stacey's lingerie!
