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Subject: {ASSM} STORY - "The Church Lady (part 1 of 4)" - Boy/Older Woman, Brief Panty Fetish
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The Church Lady (part 1 of 4)
by StockingTops - written exclusively for publication on SoniaDane.com

comments to Sonia@SoniaDane.com

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(c) Copyright 2004 - http://SoniaDane.com, http://LingeriePass.com

This story is posted with the permission of SoniaDane.com.  We do not
condone sexual activity between adults and minors.  This story is a fantasy,
written for entertainment purposes only.

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Many stories involving a panty or lingerie fetish often have homosexual
overtones, and are often about the transformation of the subject into a
female.  We know that many lingerie or panty fetishists are heterosexual,
and that their focus, sexually, is on masturbating with, or sometimes
wearing panties or lingerie, and not on wearing makeup or trying to pass as
a girl or a woman.  This story, and many others that appear on our site, are
about adolescent or pre-adolescent boys as they discover the pleasure of
women's undergarments.  If you are offended by, or disinterested in, stories
about a boy finding panties in the neighbor lady's clothes hamper, or a boy
getting caught wearing his auntie's panties, then read no further.  But if
these thoughts bring back erotic memories for you, or cause a stirring in
your pants (panties?) then read on...

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When I was about 14 or 15 years old, my dad's uncle died and he and my
mother had to go to Chicago for the funeral.  We lived on the East Coast, so
it meant that they would be gone for at least a week.  They were driving the
distance to save money on airfare that they couldn't really afford.  So they
would be spending two days driving in each direction, and three days there.
They were thinking of taking me along with them, which would have been
painfully boring for me.  But they finally decided to leave me behind with
Miss Betty.



Miss Betty was a woman that we knew from church, that was willing to take me
in while my parents were gone.  My parents trusted her to take good care of
me since she was one of the Bible School teachers from church.  She had an
extra room in her home, since her mother had died recently.  And she told my
parents that I was more than welcome to use that extra room while they were
gone.



I only knew Miss Betty from church.  She was very straight laced.  And I
remember from being in her Bible School as a child, that she was very strict
and ran a very ordered class.  She was what people referred to in those
days, as an old maid.  She was in her forties and had never married, which I
thought to be strange, since she was reasonably attractive.  She had short
dark hair that was always neatly curled on top of her head.  She had a
pretty face and a warm smile that could turn to a steely grimace if she
caught you chewing gum, or talking to your friends in her class.  She was of
medium height and was slightly over weight.  And although she mostly wore
clothes that dressed down her figure, it was obvious that she had a large
bust and large hips that were separated by her relatively small waist.  She
was a woman that was warm and soft and loving when you were on her good
side, yet cold and harsh when you offended her sense of morality.



When my parents dropped me off at Miss Betty's house, she welcomed me with a
big hug.  She showed me around her small two bedroom home and had me leave
my suitcase in what used to be her mother's room.  It appeared that Miss
Betty had left the room just as it was when her mother died.  But she told
me that she had cleared out two of the drawers in the dresser and made a
little space in the closet for my things.  She said that she was about to
take a bath and that I should go ahead and unpack my things while she
bathed.  She'd make me some lunch in a little bit.



Miss Betty left the room and I closed the door.  But before I opened my
suitcase, I explored the room.  First I looked through the dresser drawers.
It didn't take me long to find the panty drawer.  There were stacks of
panties, all neatly folded, in the drawer.  I took one of the pairs of
panties off the top and carefully unfolded it, noting the way it had been
folded so I could replace it in the drawer the way I found it.  I noted that
Miss Betty's mother must have been a bigger woman than she.  The panties I
was looking at were very large, nylon, brief panties.  I looked at the tag,
and noted that they were size 12.  I brought them to my nose and inhaled the
clean feminine scent.  I had never seen panties this big before.  And
although I had played with my mother's panties before and was already
developing a lingerie fetish, I found these large panties to be particularly
interesting.  I had an erection growing uncomfortably in my pants as I
looked at Miss Betty's mother's panties.



As I heard the water beginning to run in the bathroom, which was between the
room I was in and Miss Betty's room, I quickly unzipped my pants and started
rubbing my penis with the big panties.  Their silky softness felt wonderful
against my erection.  And I smiled to myself, thinking that this might not
be such a bad week after all.



Curious about what else I might find in the drawers, I left the big panties
hanging from the tip of my erection as I opened the next drawer.  In this
drawer, I found an unbelievable collection of slips.  There were stacks of
slips in all different colors.  Again, I noted how the slips were folded as
I took one out of the drawer.  It was a bright red half-slip.  I wrapped the
panties around my penis and began rubbing the slip over my panty-covered
penis.  I was almost in a trance, masturbating with Miss Betty's mother's
lingerie, when I heard the bathroom door open and Miss Betty knocking on my
door.



"Just a second," I said as I quickly dropped the panties and slip into the
slip drawer, and tucked my throbbing erection back into my pants.  When I
opened the door, Miss Betty was standing there with a towel wrapped around
her head, and another one wrapped around her body.  It covered her from
above her breasts to just below her crotch.  She had it held together by
tucking one corner back into the towel at the top.



"Are you finding room for all of your things?" she asked.



"Uh yeah.  Well actually I was just resting a bit.  I haven't unpacked my
things yet."



"Well you can wait and do that later if you want.  Right now I need your
help.  I can't reach the Q-tips up high on the shelf.  So I need you to hold
the chair for me while I get them down.  Come here with me, will you?" she
said.



I followed her out into the hallway where she had a chair standing in front
of an open closet door.  She asked me to steady it as she stepped up on the
chair.  So I knelt down on the floor and held the legs of the chair,
watching her stand up on the chair above me.  I couldn't believe the view I
had.  I was looking right up under her towel at the under curves of her
butt.  And as she reached up higher, the towel rode up exposing the crack of
her ass.  She grabbed the Q-tips off the top shelf.  Then apparently feeling
the draft, she reached around and pulled the towel back down to cover
herself more modestly.  And as she stepped down off the chair, I remember
being amazed that I had just seen the naked ass of Miss Betty, the Church
Lady!



I stood back up as she stepped off of the chair and she gave me a hug
saying, "thank you, Steven.  It's so nice to have a big strong boy here to
help me.  I have several things I'd like your help with while you're here
this week."  Of course I told her that I would be happy to help however I
could.  "Well just get your things unpacked for now.  You can help me out
later on."



After unpacking my things, I walked down the hallway to Miss Betty's room to
see if it was time for lunch yet.  Her door was cracked open a couple of
inches.  But looking through the crack, I couldn't see Miss Betty.  So I
opened the door and walked in.  She was in the back corner, standing in
front of her vanity still with a towel wrapped around her head.  But now she
was wearing a pair of white brief panties with little flowers on them and a
big utilitarian bra, rather than the towel wrap she wore in the hallway
earlier.  She saw me as soon as I stepped in the room.



I gasped, startled to see her this way, and quickly stepped back out of the
room.



"Steven!  Get back in here!" she ordered sternly.



I sheepishly reentered her room.  She was now holding a towel in front of
her to cover her underwear.  "Steven, don't EVER walk into my room without
knocking again."  All the softness had gone out of her face.  "Do you
understand me!"



"No, Miss Betty.  I. I mean yes.  I understand you.  And no I won't come in
without knocking again."



"Good.  Now go back to your room and get your things unpacked.  And after
that, I want you to stay in your room until I come get you for lunch.  You
will stay there, and you will think about what it means to invade someone's
privacy.  Do you understand me, young man!?"



"Yes ma'am."



"Good.  Now go!" she said, pointing out the door.  She turned before I did
and walked back to her vanity.  She had only been holding the towel in front
of her.  So as she walked away her back was exposed and I had a nice view of
her ass in her pretty flowered panties and her big four-clasp bra strap.



I quickly went back to my room and closed the door.  I was so horny from
first seeing Miss Betty's ass under her towel, and then seeing her in her
panties and bra, that I immediately stripped out of my clothes, freeing my
erection from my pants, and stood in front of the dresser, looking for the
panties and slip I had been enjoying earlier.  I had tossed them back in the
slip drawer and found them laying on top of all the other neatly folded
slips.  I grabbed the panties first and held them up in front of me.  They
were so big and so soft.  They appeared to be several sizes larger than the
pair I had just seen Miss Betty wearing.  I stepped into them and pulled
them up my legs and over my erection.  When I pulled them up high, they came
to just under my chest.  And when I let go of them, they fell back down to
my waist, the waistband being just slightly larger than my waist.  The
excess of material billowed out in front of me where my erection poked a
tent in the front.  I then picked up the red half-slip and stepped into it,
pulling it up over the panties.  The material of the panties and the slip
rubbed together erotically as I stroked myself through them.  I tried to
make it last, but I was so excited that I was soon on the verge of an
explosive orgasm.  I noticed a box of tissues on the nightstand and ran over
to grab one, quickly pulling down the panties and slip before shooting off
into the tissue.  I shot my semen in the tissue in spurt after spurt.  I
must have shot into the tissue ten times before I was finished.  Then I took
the panties and slip the rest of the way off and folded them the way I had
found them, returning them to their respective drawers.



Exhausted, I fell back on the bed naked, and soon fell asleep.



I woke up a little bit later, not knowing how much time had passed.  Then I
realized what had woken me was a knock on the door.  I was still lying on
the bed naked.  My cock was erect, as it usually was when I woke up, and I
toyed with the idea of letting Miss Betty see me naked.  She knocked once
more and called out to me.  But I didn't respond.  Instead I feigned sleep,
hoping that she would just open the door to see if I was in there.  I lay on
my back with my genitals exposed, my penis sticking up in the air and
throbbing.  Then it happened.



The door silently opened as I watched through my barely parted eyelids.  I
heard her start to say my name.  But she cut herself off when she saw me.  I
tried to remain motionless, except for the bobbing of my erection.  She
stepped in the door and tiptoed over to the bedside.  I was aroused beyond
belief, knowing that she was standing there looking at my naked body and
erect penis.  I tried to keep my eyelids from fluttering as I watched her
surreptitiously.  She was wearing a terry cloth bathrobe and I noticed her
reach one hand down between her legs to touch herself and put the other hand
in the top of her robe and pull out one of her amazingly large round
breasts.  She started kneading her soft breast and pulling on her nipple,
then twisting it, while her other hand was apparently busy working on her
pussy.   She kneaded and fondled her big white breast some more.  And then
she grabbed her very erect nipple and started shaking and jiggling her
breast by pulling on her nipple.



This was too much for me to take.  Even without touching myself, I was so
aroused by the situation of being exposed and having Miss Betty playing with
herself while she looked at me, that I began to feel waves of pleasure
rushing through my body.  I started shooting off, right then and there,
without touching myself.  It was like having a wet dream.  Gobs of cum
streamed from my pulsing penis, landing on my chest and stomach.  And as
this happened, I noticed Miss Betty's knees buckle.  Her body started
shaking and she moaned softly as she pulled hard on her nipple with one hand
and dug into her pussy with the other.



I continued to lay motionless as Miss Betty's orgasm subsided.  And when she
had her wits about her again, she quietly exited the room.  I was
overwhelmed with what had just happened.  I guess The Church Lady wasn't as
straight laced as I thought!



(continued in part 2)

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