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 Aunty Brown -- Part 2

   I knew that my life was going to be much different.  I didn't know
exactly what to expect but I couldn't help thinking about the things that
had been done to me at Aunty Brown's and the way it had made me feel.  It
was kind of scary but it also excited me a little.  Mommy pulled me out of
extracurricular activities at school and insisted that I come right home
every afternoon.  And when I did come right home that first afternoon she
sat me down and said we had to have a talk.  Mommy said that I would have
to start getting used to dressing and behaving differently.  She said that
I had to begin to understand that I should no longer try to be like other
young teen boys who play rough games and dress in ragged clothes and come
and go as they please.  Mommy said that I was more sensitive than other
boys and softer and weaker and that if I tried to live according to their
rules I would only fail and be unhappy.  She said that boys like me must
allow their sissy side to come out.  She talked about our visit to Aunty
Brown and asked me how it felt to be in the presence of strong women.  It
embarrassed me because in a way it had been humiliating to be naked in
front of them and to have them handling me that way but I had to admit that
in a way it felt good.  I told Mommy that it felt kind of naughty to be on
show and to be touched on my boy places.  She smiled a funny smile and said
that I would probably be feeling naughty quite a bit from now on.  She said
that sissy boys always had a hard time deciding how they should feel and
that they needed their mommies and aunties to tell them what was best.

   Mommy said that it was a sissy boy's duty to please and obey his mommy
even when he was being made to do things he didn't like.  She said that if
sissies were disobedient or uncooperative they would need to be punished.
She said that there were lots of different ways to punish naughty sissy
boys but usually they were spanked, just like the way I had been spanked at
Aunty Brown's.  Mommy asked me how it felt to be spanked and I remembered
being naked and helpless lying over their laps.  It hurt to have them
smacking my bare bottom and it made me cry just like a baby but I had this
kind of delicious warm aching feeling in my tummy as my peepee, as they
made me call it, rubbed against their bare thighs.

   Then Mommy asked me a really funny question.  She asked me if I ever
looked at other boys or thought about "doing things" with boys.  I didn't
know what she meant at first.  She asked me if I ever wanted to touch other
boys or let them touch me.  Then I guess I did know what she meant.  I said
that if I wanted to do things with other boys that would mean I was gay and
people said that was bad.  I was really confused because I thought that
Mommy was trying to tell me that sissy boys wanted to do sex stuff with
other boys and she thought I was like that.  Sometimes the bigger boys at
school teased me or called me names like "fairy" and said I must be
"queer." I knew I was smaller and weaker than most of the other boys and
even though I was 14 I didn't have any hair yet "down there" but I didn't
think that meant I was gay.  Mommy said that sissy boys were different and
they liked to do things with each other.  I didn't pay much attention to
the girls at my school because they were snooty.  I thought it was easier
to be friends with boys.  And there were a couple of boys in my class who
were small and weren't good at sports and also got teased and bullied and
sometimes we did talk to each other.  Sometimes I did look at them when we
were in the shower.  They didn't have any hair down there either and their
boy bits weren't any bigger than mine.  Sometimes they looked at me too
like they knew I was looking at them and it made me feel a little funny but
I never really thought about doing any sex stuff with them.  Mommy said
that some boys were just like that and there wasn't anything anybody could
do about it and it was OK.  Then Mommy said that Aunty Brown had a nephew
named Alex and she said that I was going to meet him and she hoped we would
become friends.

   Mommy said that she had enjoyed our talk and that we would have lots
more like it and I said that I had liked it too.  Mommy put her arms around
me and I snuggled up to her with my head against her big breasts.  I knew
that boys my age were too old to do that with their mommies but it felt
good anyway.  Mommy ran her fingers through my hair and told me she loved
me.  She said that when mommies and their little sissy boys love each other
they do secret things with each other that they can never tell anyone about
and she put her fingers under my chin and lifted it up so I was looking
right into her eyes and I knew that I wanted to do all these things with my
mommy too.  Mommy asked me to stand up and stand in front of her on the
couch and she began touching my bare legs and running her fingers up under
the hem of the little short pants that she like me to wear around the
house. I couldn't help a little squeal as her fingers touched my peepee.  I
could feel it start to be stiff and I felt the same funny ache in the
bottom of my tummy that I had felt at Aunty Brown's.  Mommy asked me if I
was excited and I said, "Oh, yes, Mommy.  It feels funny but it feels
good."

   Then Mommy said that she wanted me to be all bare for her and she lifted
my t-shirt up over my head and pulled my short pants down my legs and off.
All I had on now were my little briefs that didn't cover much anyway and
Mommy could see that I was very excited because my baby peepee was sticking
straight out and jumping a little as my heart beat faster and faster. 
Mommy tickled it through my undies and I had to squeal again and then she
pulled them down all the way and off and I was standing there with nothing
on but my white ankle socks.  Mommy played with my peepee and asked me who
it belonged to and I knew that from now on it belonged to her so I said,
"My peepee belongs to you Mommy and you can play with it anytime you like."

   Mommy smiled her pretty smile at me and I knew that I had pleased her
and that that was what little sissy boys were supposed to do.  She said
that she was going to give me a special treat and she unbuttoned her blouse
and took it off and showed me her big breasts.  Mommy's nipples were very
hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.  She told me to get up in her
lap and I climbed up on her and straddled her on my knees.  She put her
hands around behind me and pulled me to her and her erect nipples brushed
against my face and lips.  Mommy said she wanted me to suckle just like I
had done when I was a baby.  So I put her nipple in my mouth and sucked on
it and it felt funny but nice and Mommy said that I was her little baby boy
again.  Mommy made me suckle her nipples for a long time, first one then
the other while her hands were between my legs and on my bare bottom and my
peepee got so stiff it almost hurt.

   After Mommy was finished with me I was going to put my shorts and
t-shirt back on but she said she had something else she wanted me to wear.
She said I wouldn't need my regular boy clothes at home anymore and she
took them away.  When she came back she had a pair of little girl's panties
and said she wanted me to put them on.  They were pretty, pink with little
hearts and angels on them and made of a very thin material that felt a lot
different from my boy undies as I pulled them up me legs.  My peepee was
still very stiff and bulged out under the panties in a way that made me
feel very naughty.  Even though it was still early Mommy said that it was
time for bed, beddie-byes she called it.  She took me up to my room and as
I lay in bed she stroked my peepee through my new panties until I had the
most wonderful feeling that went through my whole body like a convulsion.
Afterward I just lay there panting for awhile until I calmed down.  Then
Mommy tucked me in and gave me a good night kiss and I drifted off to
sleep.

   To Be Continued ...

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