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1.
Look Daddy
Dan sat in his chair watching the Sunday
afternoon football. He heard the patter of his son’s feet coming down the
stairs and along the hallway. He sipped his beer as his team attacked. The ball
crossed into the penalty area. The crowd roared, but Dan didn’t see the goal.
His view of the television was obscured by his 4 year old son, Michael. “Look
Daddy, I’m wearing Mummy’s undies.”
Michael laughed and ran back upstairs.
Dan watched the goal on the instant playback.
His mind however was full of the sight of his otherwise naked son clutching
black lace knickers tight against his body. Even though his wife Anne was
petite the underwear was still at least twice as big as his son.
Dan shook his head to clear it and went back to
watching the football.
Michael laughed again as he ran through the
lounge clutching his wife’s knickers tightly around his waist, closely followed
by Anne.
He heard Michael run upstairs. The bathroom
door shut firmly and the taps began to run for Michael’s bath.
--
Dan went upstairs to read his son a goodnight
story. He saw immediately that Michael was wearing sheer red knickers. Anne
poked her head into the room. “He got them from the laundry basket and wouldn’t
take them off. It’s okay, I don’t mind if he sleeps in them tonight.” Anne
sighed and went downstairs to finish cooking their evening meal.
Michael scooted into bed. Dan covered him up
but Michael threw off the covers. Dan read the story to his son. Michael had
his thumb in his mouth, and his other hand was holding the knickers tightly
around his little stub of a cock. He was soon asleep and before Dan covered him
up he removed Michael’s hand from the knickers. He looked at the tiny cock
plainly visible through the sheer panties. Dan’s cock stirred a little. He
buried the feeling and covered his son up and went downstairs.
“Well he looked kind of cute wearing my
knickers.” Anne laughed. “Kind of sexy even?” She
looked at Dan. She suspected Dan had some nasty viewing habits on his computer.
“Yes, I guess so.” Dan looked at his food,
avoiding looking at his wife. He knew his cock stirred a little when he saw
Michael wearing those knickers. He knew his wife’s scent was on them. His cock
was still semi hard as the image of that tiny cock filled his mind.
“We’ll see if he wants to wear any tomorrow.”
Anne could see the worried look on Dan’s face.
“What to the nursery?” Dan looked up.
“No silly, they’re too big. And anyway he is
with Carrie tomorrow; he only goes to nursery 3 days a week.”
“Oh right. Okay.” Dan looked back down at his
food again and carried on eating.
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“But Mummy, I want to.” Dan heard Michael
pleading with his mummy. “I want to show Carrie mummy.”
Dan popped his head round the corner of Michael’s
bedroom to see Michael still wearing the red knickers. “I’m off to work. I’ll
see you both later.”
Anne heard the front door shut. “Okay
Michael, I’ll get some pins so they fit better.” Anne pinned the sides so they
at least almost stayed up. Michael finished getting dressed in shorts and
t-shirt. Anne got him in the car and dropped him off at Carrie’s house.
They had known Carrie for years. She was
saving up to go to college, so the extra money from looking after Michael, and
her evening job at the burger place was all going into the fund.
Anne completely forgot to tell Carrie about
Michael wearing her knickers until she was halfway to work. “Oh well, too late
now.” Anne chuckled to herself. “God knows what will Carrie say?”
--
Michael played with Izzy,
another 4 year old that Carrie looked after. Carrie put a plastic sheet down on
the floor and got out finger paint and some easels for the kids. “Okay guys, strip down to your underwear, so you don’t get your
clothes messy.”
Izzy
was quickly down to her underwear, a pair of
cotton knickers with a cartoon character on the front. Michael called out to
Carrie who had gone to put the kettle on. “Can you help me? I don’t want to get
my undies mucky.”
Carrie looked through the open archway
separating the kitchen from the family room. She saw Michael trying to undo the
safety pins holding up his mummy’s undies. “Yes, of course Michael.” Carrie
smiled as she bent down in front of Michael and carefully undid the pins. “They
are very nice undies Michael. Are they your mummy’s?”
“Yes, she said I could wear them today, so
that I could show you.” Michael beamed a big smile.
“Well they are very nice.”
“I wanna take my
undies off too.” Izzy took her underwear off and
handed them to Carrie.
Carrie looked from Michael’s little cock to Izzy’s slit of a pussy and back again. “Okay then, what
shall we paint today.”
The kids busied themselves finger painting
while Carrie sat on a stool in the kitchen area watching. She was still holding
Michael’s undies in her hand, fingering the sheer fabric between her fingers.
“Oh my?” she thought to herself.
An hour passed, and she carefully laid the
paintings on the plastic to dry. “Time for a bath to clean up guys.”
Carrie followed the two bare bums up the stairs.
Soon the kids were splashing in the bath as Carrie sat on the toilet seat
reading one of her study books. She suddenly noticed that both children were
quiet. She looked up to see Izzy holding Michael’s
little cock which had gone stiff. Her face was really close to it as she moved
it around and peered under it. She watched Michael reach out and push the end
of his finger along the small slit of Izzy’s cunt.
“That’s enough guys. Let’s get you dry.” Izzy reluctantly let go of Michael’s cock and Carrie pulled
her out of the bath and into a warm towel. She sat her on the floor wrapped up
in the towel and turned towards Michael who was standing holding his little 1
inch stiff cock. She wrapped him in a towel, and scooped up both of them and
carried them into her bedroom to dry.
As soon as he was dry, Michael saw Carrie’s
discarded underwear on the floor. Carrie was still getting Izzy
dry when Michael stood next to her wearing a white thong with pink trim. He
held it up tight and his still hard cock pushed out the front a little.
“I want to wear one as well.” Izzy squirmed out from under Carrie and went through
Carrie’s washing pile until she found another thong in pink. She pulled them on
and held them up.
“Stop that both of you.” Carrie tried not to
shout, but inevitably both Izzy and Michael began to
cry. “Okay, you can wear them for a little while, just until you have your
afternoon nap.”
Michael and Izzy
snuggled up together and fell asleep on Carrie’s bed. Carrie had to admit they
did look cute together wearing her thongs.
After they woke up they both refused to get
dressed unless they could keep the thongs on. “I want to show my daddy!”
Michael said firmly. “And me too.” Izzy agreed.
With time running out before they were picked
up, Carrie gave in. “Just this one time. Okay?” She pinned up the thin sides to
stop them falling down.
“Yes Carrie.” They said in unison.
A knock on the door confirmed that Anne was
ready to pick them both up, so that Anne could drop Izzy
off at her Sarah’s, Izzy’s mum, house later after
dinner.
Carrie embarrassedly handed Anne a bag
containing their original underwear, Izzy’s cartoon
ones and Anne’s sheer red ones. She tried to explain what had happened, her
face turning red as she did so. Anne laughed it off and explained it was just a
phase. “I’m sure Dan will enjoy looking ... oh my, I didn’t mean to say. Shit!”
Carrie blushed deep red. “They both looked
kind of cute.” She looked away from Anne. “Kind of sexy.”
Carrie blushed even deeper red. “And I loved your sheer
red ones.” Carrie looked at the floor.
“Well I shall enjoy looking at your ones
too.” Anne put her hands under Carrie’s chin and lifted her face up. “I bet
they look even better on you though.”
“I, er, thank you
Anne.”
“Don’t worry Carrie, I’ll get them washed and
back to you next time I see you. It will be our little secret, as long as I can
persuade Izzy back into her own undies anyway.” Anne
laughed and walked back to the car. She turned to see that Carrie’s face was still
red, but she was smiling and waving.
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To be continued..........