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Daddy's Little Patsy
by Lacy Lips (lacylips@gmail.com)

***

Missing Mom, a boy finds dressing in her clothes brings him closer 
to his dad. A lot closer. Dad discovers how nice his new wife can
be. (Mb, extreme-ped, inc, oral, anal, cd)

***

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 sea-foam 
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 bust line 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 is 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 onto 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 of first part.
