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Subject: {ASSM} Adaptation: Billy and Aunt Karen - 2
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		  Adaptation:   The Delights of Aunt Karen - Part II 

Mary Stone threw her purse to the floor, draped her jacket over the
stand, and then dropped herself onto her bed. Her summer job had been
tiring, and she felt especially tired as she had slept badly the night
before. She kicked off her shoes, and then sitting up against her
pillows, she drew her long legs underneath her, and then smoothed her
knee length, gray skirt over her hips.
 
At the end of her bed was a pile of washing her mother had folded and
placed there to be put away, and so with a sigh, she slid to the end
of the bed, and began to sort the underwear and skirts that lay there.
She could hear her mother and father downstairs talking as her mother
prepared dinner, and in the next room, her brother was probably
watching television.
 
She placed her skirts in a drawer in her dresser, and then sorted her
panties and colored half-slips into piles and then placed them in
their own drawer. That done, she returned to her bed, and lying there,
began to think about the date she had been on with her new boyfriend,
Steve, the night before.
 
"Hi babe!", Steve had said, opening the car door for her. She kissed
him on the cheek, and slid into the front seat of his coupe. She
settled her red skirt about her beautiful legs, making sure her slip
was not showing, and smoothed her blouse over her luscious breasts as
he walked around the car to the other side. Opening the door, Steve
dropped himself into the driver's seat, and starting the engine,
pulled out into the traffic.
 
As the captain of the local college football team, Steve had no
problem pulling beautiful dates, and had dated all of the girls in the
cheer-squad at one time or another. Taking in the sexy nineteen year
old sitting beside him, however, he silently considered her to be the
absolute cream of the talent he had been with. He observed the fine
lines of her stunning face, and the luscious body that was contained
with the blouse and skirt she wore.
 
Still slightly shy around him, she shifted in her seat under his gaze,
and crossed her legs. Her skirt settled about her legs, and then slid
some small way up her thighs. A tiny scrap of white lace emerged from
under the hem of the dress, and as she shifted further, the side slit
in her skirt fell open, exposing a large amount of her white slip. The
soft silky fabric shimmered slightly in the light from the overhead
street lamps, and Steve had trouble concentrating on his driving with
such a large amount of her lingerie visible.
 
She had noticed his gaze, and embarrassed, she quickly righted her
skirt, tucking her white slip far up under the hem. Steve coughed, and
then shifted in his seat. She looked down into his lap as he drove,
and saw a large bulge standing out in his pants. She found herself
suddenly sticky at the thought of that erection so plainly visible in
his crotch, and felt a thin trickle of juice moisten the silky crotch
of her panties.
 
Steve had removed a hand from the wheel, and placed it on her thigh.
She smiled shyly, and then asked, "What movie are we going to see?"
 
"Oh. I thought we might take in the new Elvis film. You haven't seen
it have you?" She shook her head, as he lightly stroked her skirt,
feeling the silky fabric of her slip sliding against her stockings and
thighs underneath the red fabric. She squirmed against his touch, and
then settled herself closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
He smiled, and then began to gather the fabric of her skirt in his
hand, gradually revealing the lacy hem of her slip, and the luscious
thighs encased in stockings beneath it.
 
"That's nice", she said dreamily, and Steve was unaware whether she
meant his hand or the movie selection. One of her hands drifted to his
lap, and feeling emboldened as the sudden lust gripped her, she
fondled the bulge in his pants. His own hand had bunched the skirt she
wore at her hips, and her white silk half-slip was tangled with the
lacy straps that held her stockings in place.
 
Later that evening, steamed from an evening of intermittent petting,
Mary returned home.  It had been all she could do to refrain from
giving in to Steve's attempts at going all the way.  She went directly
to her room to avoid her mother seeing her in her obviously state of
dishevelment.
 
She had unzipped her skirt, and freeing the clasp, the red skirt had
settled at her feet. She removed her blouse, and then stood before her
mirror in her white bra, half slip, panties and skin tone stockings.
The white silky half slip had a three inch wavy band of lace at the
hem just below her knees, and was thin enough for her to see the
outline of her matching silken panties underneath, fitting snugly to
her delectable behind, and the white frilly suspender straps holding
up her stockings.
  
It was not long before her roaming hands had spread her half-slip
about her hips, and pulled the crotch of her silky panties to one
side, and guiding the tip of her finger to her quivering pussy, she
gracefully settled herself down on her hand.
She was wet, and the fingers slid easily into her in one motion. The
lace of her slip flapped about, caressing her legs with the silky
fabric, and adding a heavy lust to self-indulgence.
She had flicked a hand down underneath the waistband of her half slip
and silken panties to her pussy, and begun to heighten her own lust.
The feeling of her hands rubbing the silky fabric of her slip against
her skin, and the motion of her fingers against herself, had sent her
over the top, and she came. Mary had collapsed with spent lust, and
she could feel her own love juice spilling out of her to drench her
panties and stocking tops.
 
The next day after her summer job, she was sitting in her room sorting
laundry. Bored with the whole thing, she tumbled her pen about her
fingers, idling flicking her diary with her other hand.  She was
dressed in a grey skirt, falling just to her knees, and a white
blouse. The fabric of the blouse was sheer enough to see the lacy
white bra underneath, and the generous swell of her beautiful breasts.
Stockings encased her long legs, and she shuffled her feet back and
forth as the boredom wore on.
 
Her thoughts drifted again to her evening with Steve, and she felt her
silk panties begin to moisten with the memory. She lazily dropped a
hand to her waist and lightly stroked her skirt across her thighs,
relaxing in the caress of the fabric against her stockings and skin.
Billy had returned to his room and was standing at the doorway to her
room having finished his homework. Mary continued with her stroking,
unaware of the audience outside her doorway, as she relived the
experience of her night with Steve.
 
Her pussy was really wet, now, and she could feel the moisture soaking
into her panties, and running down her thighs to her stocking tops.
She rubbed the fabric of her skirt back and forth on her legs. From
his position at the doorway, her young cousin noticed Mary stroking
her nylon covered thigh. Her thighs were slightly parted, to allow the
steam building up between her legs to dissipate. Her sexuality was
fully aroused by the stroking, and her pussy lips gripped and
contracted against the silky fabric of her tight white panties. As he
watched, the thighs parted further, and could see part of the way up
her skirt.
 
He noticed the fine lines of her legs, tightly held by her sheer
stockings, and the sexy lace of her slip gathered in between her legs.
The lacy hem of the white slip became visible, and then disappeared
once more under the hem of her skirt, as she stroked it back and forth
along her thighs.
 
His young cock gave a lurch at the sight before him. He shifted in his
stance to allow the shaft to grow without hindrance, and continued to
observe the show his attractive cousin was supplying. Mary's face
became flushed as she imagined Steve' hands working along her thighs,
touching the silky fabric of her half-slip, and then sliding under the
soft fabric to glide upwards to her stocking tops and silk panties.
 
She could feel the wet panties sticking to her pussy lips; the thin
fabric see-through with the moisture. She squirmed in her seat, as the
centre of her lust demanded attention. She strongly wanted to slide a
hand under the waistband of her skirt and half-slip to caress her
pussy through her panties, but thought better of it, sitting there in
the middle of her bedroom.
 
She stopped the stroking of her thigh, leaving her skirt dishevelled
on her legs with the lacy hem and silky fabric of her half slip
showing from underneath. Returning her attention to her studies with a
sigh, she noticed that her young cousin was standing in her doorway
and had his eyes fixed on her legs, under her desk. Her pussy sent
another stream of juice into her already sodden panties, and she
nearly came on the spot knowing that Billy had watched her stroke
herself.
 
He did not notice her gaze, and feeling sexy as well as cover-up her
embarrassment at being seen, she spread her legs slightly, allowing
him a clear sight up to her stocking tops, and her tight white
panties. She knew her half-slip gathered and disheveled under her
skirt would add to his excitement, and she watched his eyes light up.
 
The call to dinner came at that moment, and with a toss of her thighs,
she gathered her things, slid her skirt down to her knees to cover her
half slip, and stood to leave the room. Billy had beads of sweat on
his brow, and he looked shaky as he followed her down the hallway.
 
Seated at the dinner table, Mary Stone gathered her knees underneath
her, as she recited her tales of the day. Her skirt opened underneath
her knees, falling to the chair, and sitting opposite her, Billy could
see her silk panties, and matching garters. The stockings gripped her
thighs just below the pale silk of her panties, and her half slip
flopped in a silky bundle at the base of her thighs, with the lacy hem
sitting in all directions.
 
Billy looked at her an smiled coyly, flush with a new power based on
what he had just observed of his attractive cousin.  Mary glowered at
her young cousin in return, but secretly hoped he would remain quiet. 
Her cheeks turned red as she reflected on having been seen playing
with herself.
 
Aunt Karen Stone, meanwhile, had her knees crossed, with her skirt
drawn tightly across her thighs, and Billy noticed the soft apricot
lace of her half-slip poking out from under the hem. Her slip was
visible, in that her skirt had ridden slightly on her nylon covered
thighs to show the silk fabric and sexy lace splayed across her legs. 
For some reason his aunt gave him a bigger 'twitch' than did her
daughter. He reminded himself that he needed to get her to some next
level of compromising position as well, before he returned home.
 
Later that evening in her room Mary smiled at Billy, recalling the
expression on her young cousin's face as he had peeked under her skirt
at her half-slip and silken panties. Deciding the slip was sexy, and
wanting to tease him she left it showing.
 
"Let's play a game!"  Mary listened to Billy's idea, frowned, but
agreed.  She needed to humor the little devil until she had something
to hold over him. She did not want him blabbing to her mother about
her 'self-indulgance'.
 
Closing the door, they began their little game...
Billy tried his best to emulate the deep toned voice of the
headmaster.
"Good morning, Mary", he said. 
 
"Good morning, Billy, er...Sir," Mary echoed. 
 
"I am doing an inspection of the uniforms in this school. I want you
to report to my office in ten minutes. Understood?"
 
"Yes, sir," she said.  Mary found herself in his pretend 'office', the
guest room, complete with old wooden desk and chair emulated the
atmosphere of a man's position. The young 'headmaster' was seated
behind his desk.
 
Mary entered the room and walked up to his desk. 
 
"Thank you for coming, Mary. You may be aware that many of the girls
in this school occasionally ignore the dress code rules, and come to
school minus a few items of the required uniform. I will not tolerate
this. While you are in this school, you will abide by the rules.
"Now, let me check your uniform." He beckoned her towards him, and she
stepped around his desk.
 
"Right. You are wearing stockings, but your shoes are all wrong. Here
we require high heels...er, you'll have to go to your room and
change."
 
Mary looked at him and started to say something, but she turned and
walked done the hall to her bedroom.  Opening the closet door she
kicked off her loafers and slipped her nylon covered feet into a a
pair of pumps that matched her skirt.  She walked carefully on her
high heels as she returned to the guest room and once again stood in
front of Billy, the headmaster.
 Billy smiled as he looked at his attractive cousin standing in her
high heels.  She had actually done as he had asked.  He caught his
breathe. "Thank you, Mary.  Your shoes are fine. Your blouse and skirt
are correct, and I can see that you are wearing a bra. Very Good,
young lady."
 
The fine lace of the Mary's bra could be seen as her breasts pushed
against the sheer fabric of her blouse. Billy, the 'headmaster' was
leering at her as he looked over the delectable mounds before him. His
heart pounded as he pushed his luck.
 
"OK. Skirt up, please. Lingerie check." Mary frowned briefly, then
blushed as she reached down and grasped the hem of her skirt. The lacy
hem of her half-slip came into view, and the soft silk shimmered in
the half light coming through the window.
 
He looked her over, as red-faced Mary Stone displayed the white
half-slip she wore. His mouth curled in a thin smile as he observed
the pretty lingerie, and Mary could see a faint stirring in his pants.
His hands trembled as he looked, and the she felt he almost wished he
could stroke the soft fabric.
 
Feeling suddenly very sexy, Mary raised her skirt hem higher, showing
more of her lacy slip, and the stocking tops visible underneath the
thin white fabric. Billy's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he
saw her pretty nylon covered legs and the lacy detail of her
half-slip.
 
"Would you like to see my panties, sir?," she asked coyly. She turned
her behind towards his face, and he could see the outline of her white
silken panties underneath the soft nylon of her half-slip.
He nodded weakly, his hands shuddering with the prospect of the
pleasure to come. His pants were sticking in the air like a tent, his
arousal evident beneath the fabric.
 
Mary stepped closer to him, and holding her skirt at her waist, she
said, "Would you like to lift my half-slip up, sir?"
Nodding, he reached out to grasp the lacy hem of her pretty white
petticoat, and as he slowly raised the silken fabric, Mary scooted
herself right up to his desk. She leaned on his desk, facing the
wide-eyed youth, her legs spread, and silken panties and lacy nylon
half-slip visible. She raised her skirt higher, the  silk of her
half-slip soft and inviting.
 
Mary's slip reached her stocking tops as Billy slowly continued to
raise the sexy garment. His eyes feasted on the lingerie before him,
as he alternated his gaze between the white half-slip he held, the
panties and nylon covered thighs on the desk before him, which the
young woman began to slide along his arm. His cock gave a lurch at the
touch of the nylon stockings on his skin.
 
Mary's panties came into view at that moment, the tight white nylon
bunched against her pussy mound, and the wet spot on her silky crotch
easily definable. The fabric was see-through at that point, and he
could see the curly hairs covering her pussy underneath the soft white
fabric.
His hand held the bunched half-slip at her waist, while his other
reached out and gently stroked the soft fabric of her panties. Mary
gave a moan at his touch, and pushed her pussy towards him. Feeling
Billy to be slightly left out, she reached down, and touched his
pants, feeling the boyish pole that was hidden within them.
 
She stroked it lightly and then catching his head in her hands, she
rubbed the soft silk of her undergarments against the boys face. He
moaned as he touched Mary's white panties, and felt his cheek encased
in the lacy silk which he was beginning to enjoy so much. He leaned
his mouth forward, and moving his head under Mary's skirt, he gently
brushed her sleek nylons and panties with his moist lips. Mary
squirmed under the attention, her delightful pale panties becoming
drenched with her lust. She drew her skirt back, and rubbed the silky
half-slip across his shoulders and neck, giving him a shiver of
lustful excitement, as his lips darted across the silky surface of her
nylon covered thighs.
 
"I think now we are even," she said as she jumped down off the desk. 
You forget what you saw earlier and I will forget this little
episode!"
 
Billy watched his pretty cousin's backside and legs as she left the
room, her chin held high in a sign of victory.  Just wait, he thought
quietly, little Billy isn't done with you yet...
 
Fashion Conscious Karen 
 
It was obvious that Aunt Karen loved fine lingerie, she obviously
adored the way that it felt against her body, and he wondered if if
she knew how much it could turn on men as well.  Karen was an
extrovert and she  occasionally forgot her natural modesty to
discretely, if unintentionally, reveal some of her lingerie finery in
the company of others.
 
Being a willing voyeur of Karen was one of Billy's favorite
extra-curricular activities at family gatherings.  Often she wore a
skimpy lingerie-style lace bra under a sheer blouse.  The sheerness of
the blouse was not total, but sheer enough to get a good idea of her
lovely lace covered breasts.  On several occasions Karen had seen that
someone was getting a good look at her breasts and had flashed a quick
grin his way as she took a deep breath and thrust her breasts forward
so that all the men could get a much better look at her finery.
 
She would sometimes hold this pose for a short while and smile again
as her nipples became aroused and thrust out against the constraints
of the
lace bra.  Her body was quickly aroused during these lovely little
exhibitions.  Over a period of time it became quite obvious that she
had an extensive collection of fine lingerie as he rarely saw the same
bra very often.
 
Karen was, to her young nephew, assuredly, a voyeuristic delight and
he was thankful to be included in her exhibitionism, even if it was
unintentional.
 
The next day Karen and Billy sat in her living room as they discussed
some new changes in the way the local youth activities operated.  She
was beautifully dressed as always and somewhat more friendly than
usual.  They relaxed and chatted for a short while and then she asked
him a question, "I'm going to a ball with Carl soon and I have to get
some new things to wear.  I was wondering if you might like to help me
choose some of them.  Mary's working, of course, and I just know that
for a young man you seem to have a fine eye for fashion."
 
Billy's instantaneous thought was, 'I'd love to do anything that would
get me closer to seeing you undressed, Aunt Karen'.  He held his
enthusiasm in check, however and replied, "Uh, oh sure. Just tell me
what you want me to do, Aunt Karen."
 
Karen smiled and replied, "Great, I had hoped that you would.  How
about coming with me after lunch and we'll start today."
 
Billy could barely contain his excitement all morning as he dealt
with all of the mundane things that regularly pass through the life of
a young boy.  His excitement level was so high that he was unable to
concentrate on anything else all morning.
 
After lunch they went to the local shopping district and straight away
headed for a hosiery department of a local department store.  This
sort of place was heavenly for a budding lingerie lover like Billy. 
Karen walked straight over to a rack that displayed a large selection
of top quality stockings.  She told him that only two manufacturers
made the ones she preferred to wear.  She showed him the two brands
and asked which he thought would look good with her new black dress
and an older blue dress.
 
He selected some very sheer taupe shade stockings and some medium tan
ones as well.  He suggested to Karen that she get the ones with lace
tops, even if they were more expensive.  Karen picked out two of each;
she then went to a rack of garter belts and picked out a sheer black
one and a very pale blue satin-trimmed one as well.  She blushed just
a bit as smiled at him and said, "Let's go home.  I'll have to try
these on."
 
Karen on the Recliner
 
As they walked back out of the store, they passed through the
furniture department.  An enterprising salesman offered, "Try our
recliner, ma'am.  The most comfortable thing around...and they are on
sale this week.  Karen paused, and the smiled and started to walk on.
 "Oh, go on, Aunt Karen.  Try one out...just for fun."  Deciding to
humor her nephew, she smiled and nodded her head 'okay'.
 
He quickly re-inventoried what Karen wore -- a nice navy blue suit,
three plus inch high-heeled pumps, and sheer light brown hose. He was
new at voyeurism, but he quickly moved to be in the position of
observing from the end of the chair.
 
 
Over the next few minutes she listened to the man describe the chair. 
"Why don't you try it out now, ma'am," he asked.
 Karen sat down and tried to get comfortable.  "I'll show you how it
works, but may I remove your shoes. I, er, don't want the fabic to get
soiled during our demo..."
 He waited with anticipation. Karen obliged him, "Oh, yes,... if you
must."
 The man slipped off her left shoe first and discovered that she was
wearing reinforced heel and toe stockings! He deliberately brushed his
hand against her nylon covered heel. Oh, heaven! Billy watched with
jealous envy.  Then he took off her right shoe and again, slid his
fingers against her sole and heel. Billy was feeling a little
turned-on already. There she was, bare nyloned feet in reinforced toe
stockings -- a turn-on  sight any day. He could see that she was
wearing high-quality sheer nylons -- not the cheap nylons with coarse
texture sometimes worn for housework.
 
After she had leaned herself back on the recliner chair, the salesman
talked for a while and demonstrated various positions.  Finally the
back was moved back to a nearly horizontal position, her knees were
slightly raised. The edge of her short skirt had edged up a few
inches. Billy couldn't believe his eyes! Was he seeing the dark band
of her stocking tops? No, it couldn't be!
 
As she squirmed throughout her demonstration, her dress rode up a
little higher and he could occasionally see the glitter of her metal
garter clasps, as well as the tops of her stockings. But that was
about it. Before he knew it, the episode was over -- much too soon. He
didn't know it, but the salesman had been watching her off and on as
well. When he
smiled mischievously at Billy as she put her shoes back on and got up
off the chair, he wondered if maybe she actually enjoyed showing off
her legs and nylons. As she left, the man said, "See you next time,
Mrs. Stone."
 
Billy had at first been jealous of the salesman's actions, but the
more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had been really
excited by seeing his aunt 'being manipulated and watched' by another
man.  She had actually allowed the salesman to remove her shoes while
he had watched.
He was beside himself with excitement as they drove back to her house.
 
When they arrived home, Karen went up to her bedroom and changed into
another outfit, and then came down into the living room where Billy
was anxiously waiting for her.  She had changed into a very soft pale
blue evening dress that clung to her beautiful body.  It was so tight
across the hips that he thought it was almost like a second skin.  He
could see the shape of her panties, garter belt and stocking tops
outlined by the tight fabric of the dress.  Karen slowly lifted up the
hem of the dress so that he could see the new tan stockings that she
had just purchased at Billy's recommendation.
 Karen smoothed the tight fitting dress down over her hips and thighs.
 Even her repeated attempts could not hide the fact that her matronly
thighs were pressed tightly against the straining fabric.  As she
pirouetted on her high heels in front of her raptly attentive nephew,
her lingerie underpinnings were clearly outlined to his inquisitive
eyes.

 "I like this shade of stockings with the dress...but it's...it's
maybe just a little too tight..."

 Billy continued to stare at the plump ass cheeks of his aunt which
wiggled enticingly in front of him.  He tore his gaze away lest he get
caught staring.  "You look great, Aunt Karen," he complimented,
"but...."

 He let his unfinished sentence hang in the air.  He wasn't sure if he
was nervous or just trying to tease her.  Karen turned to face him.  A
tinge of color came to her cheeks.  "But what?" she asked.

 "Well, like you said, the skirt is maybe just a little tight.  But
the outfit looks great!  Maybe you just need to wear a...you know...a
girdle underneath.  You know, like in the magazines."

 Karen's mouth dropped open.  Out of the mouths of babes, or at least
a young boy.  Here she was being told by her own nephew that she
needed to wear a...a girdle.  Billy smiled innocently at her.  By now
his face was flushed, too.  His candor had embarrassed him.  No cause
to get angry.  In fact, he was probably right.  Maybe she had let
herself 'go' just a bit.

 "Maybe you're right, Billy.  Ah, er, I'll run upstairs and, er, put
on, that is, change...."  Karen let the sentence hang.  She couldn't
bring herself to verbalize the fact that she was going to go upstairs
and, at her young critics suggestion, put on a girdle.

 Karen ascended the stair steps to the second floor.  As she walked
carefully on her high heels, she had to slide the skirt up just
slightly to allow her nylon covered legs to reach each higher step. 
Billy stood quietly at the bottom of the staircase and watched his
lovely aunt ascend the steps.  As he watched the wiggle of her bottom
cheeks beneath the tight fitting skirt, the shapely nylon covered legs
so accented in the high-heeled pumps and the expanse of nylon covered
thigh as Karen hiked up her skirt as she stepped up, Billy's mind
reeled in erotic delight.  He was nearly dizzy with desire...desire to
take his relationship with his attractive aunt to the next level.

 Karen walked into her bedroom and walked to the full length mirror on
her closet door.  There was no denying it.  The dress was tight on her
hips and thighs.  She removed the silky garment and laid it on her
bed.  She then removed her lace trimmed white slip over her head. 
Once again the lovely blonde homemaker looked at herself in the full
length mirror.  She was dressed only in her lingerie ensemble of bra,
panties and garter belt which held her nylon stockings tautly on her
legs.  She carefully examined herself.  She stepped out if her high
heels and looked some more.  She could not admit to being 'pudgy', a
little 'puffy' perhaps, but never pudgy.

 Karen unclasped the garter tabs at the top of her nylons and then
removed her garter belt.  Nylons drooping, she crossed over to her
dresser.  Opening the middle drawer she reached in and grasped a
white, front panel, open bottom girdle.  She had only worn it once or
twice as she though it was too snug.  She sat on the bed and placed
her legs into the girdle and pulled it up over her knees, careful not
to snag her nylons which now drooped at her knees.

 The lovely blonde stood and began tugging the girdle into place up
and over her hips.  As she struggled with the constricting garment, a
thought struck her.  Here she was, half-naked and struggling to get
into her girdle.  Downstairs, her young nephew, Billy, knew exactly
what she was doing.  She had been sent to her room like some offending
school girl to change her lingerie.  A flush renewed itself on her
cheeks and she felt a strange twinge of anger, embarrassment...or was
it excitement?  She touched her panty crotch checking for any telltale
moisture.

 Finishing her struggle, Karen secured the tight fitting girdle in
place and straightened it so the front panel was properly in position.
 She once again sat on her bed and pulled each of her nylons up her
leg and secured the darker top band in the garter clasps of the
girdle.  Her nylons were taut on her shapely legs.  She waked to the
mirror and once again stepped into her high heels.  Examining herself
in the mirror, she could tell that the girdle, however uncomfortable,
had the desired effect on her figure.

 Ignoring the white slip, she once again slipped on the dressy dress. 
This time the skirt slid effortlessly over her hips and hung
perfectly.  She exited her bedroom and descended the stairs to once
again be inspected by her new fashion critic.  Billy would know full
well that she was wearing a girdle.  She exhaled a deep breath to rid
herself of some nervous feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.  The
constricting garment forced her to move carefully as she descended the
stairs maintaining her balance on her high heels.

 "I guess I better get used to this," she thought.  "I think that I am
going to have to start wearing a girdle until I loose a few pounds."

 Billy, meanwhile, had been possessed by the sight of his lovely aunt
so attractively dressed.  The sight of her nylon covered legs in the
high-heeled pumps and the wiggle of Karen's rump had sent the young
boy over the erotic edge.

 His mind raced. When he could see the tops of the stockings she moved
over closer and asked if he could adjust her garter clips for her, as
they were not quite straight.
 
How beautiful her firm thighs felt as he carefully and lovingly
adjusted the clips.  How smooth and shiny the stockings were as they
clung tightly to her legs.  As he was adjusting the garter clips,
Karen lifted the dress higher so that he could better see the pale
blue silky garter straps.  Her nylons were so shiny and smooth and he
reveled at how wonderful they felt as he let my hands caress her
thighs.  One of his hands moved closer to her pale blue panties.  They
too felt so incredibly soft and smooth as he casually let his hand run
across
them.  Karen smiled and told him that he could maybe touch, but that
would be all.  Billy had some other aims, but satisfied himself with
his current good fortune!
 
Then Karen tried on her new taupe stockings and he had the opportunity
of adjusting them as well. So that he could make a better judgment of
which stockings were the best, he asked Karen to model them again for
him.  But this time he told her that the dress was getting in the way
of really being able to determine which were the best stockings.  She
smiled and left the room.
  When she came back she had changed into a very, very short black
slip so that he could better see the stockings.  The lacy hem of the 
short slip ended at mid-thigh. She came close to him and asked him to
take a good look at the dark toned stockings.  He ran his hand down
her silky hip and she shuddered slightly as he did so.  Soon he was
running his hands all over her slip as she stood in front of him.  In
what seemed just a minute or two they ended up in her bedroom with her
lying on the bed with him beside her running his hands all over
her.....just as he was jolted out of his daydream.  His mind was
blurry as to just where the fashion show had ended and his fantasy had
started.
 
Billy had work to do.
 He went into the kitchen and took two glasses from the cupboard.  One
he filled with lemonade.  The other he left empty. "A little act of
courtesy," he thought.  "Of course, my lovely Karen, with that fat ass
of yours, you're going to have to watch your diet.   I've got just the
diet supplement for you!"

 With that, the young boy released his throbbing cock from his pants. 
Closing his eyes he stroked it firmly.  Imagining the empty glass to
be Karen's mouth, he jerked and splattered a sticky residue of his cum
into the glass.
Cleaning himself up, Billy ran a thin layer of his juice around the
top rim of the glass and then filled it with lemonade.

 When Karen reached the bottom of the steps, Billy nodded approvingly
at the new fit of her outfit.  "I brought you something to drink."

 "Oh, thank you, Billy.  That was very thoughtful of you."

 Billy watched as the lovely blonde, dressed in her dressy dress with
newly donned girdle beneath it, gulped the sperm laden lemonade down. 
"Welcome to you new diet," thought the evil-minded youth.

 In any event, Aunt Karen's fashions were an absolute delight!  
 
At the Dentist 
 
Karen had promised his mother that she would see to Billy's dentist
appointment in her absence.  Since Mary also was due for a check-up,
she made both of them an appointment for the same day.  Mary could
then provide any support he needed.  Karen dropped him off at the
dentist's office and then when off to attend to the matters of the
day. Billy was sure he didn't need any support, but a chance to be
with his attractive nineteen year old cousin was worth the trouble.
 
 Well, she was due at any minute.  Billy was in the dentist's chair
and the hygienist was just finishing up cleaning his teeth.
 
The front door swung open. In stepped Mary. Wow! She had her silken
light brown hair freshly styled and it hung down to her shoulders. She
had just come from her summer job. She wore a light beige linen dress
that ended stylishly above her knees. It looked pretty thin and
cool. She had on high-heeled pumps, and (his favorite) tan-colored
nylons. One quick look at her shapely calves and he could see she was
wearing sheer nylon stockings. Under her light-colored dress, he could
readily see that she was probably wearing Hanes stockings, the classic
ones with the light-colored band at the top!  He had picked up this
bit of knowledge on his previous shopping trip with his aunt.
 
There was a characteristic light line crossing her thighs,
way up, and slight garter bumps. He barely managed to say, "Hi Mary,
long time no see."
 She replied somewhat icily, "Oh, hi Billy. Let me know when you are
out of  the chair."
 The receptionist greeted her and told her she could wait in a chair
right in the examination room if she preferred.  So she sat.  In a few
minutes Billy was finished and he got up out of the dentist chair. 
Cleverly, he stayed and took the chair in which Mary had been seated. 
The chair was strategically located against the wall opposite the
bottom end of the dentist chair.  Billy remembered his recent good
fortune at the department store.
 As Mary got on the chair and swung her legs over, Billy couldn't help
but notice that her hem was already halfway up her thighs. The dark
stocking band was already starting to show. With the bright light
above, the glint of shiny garter clasps showed through the thin linen
material. No slip! The dental technician set out her tools and
prepared to check Mary's teeth against the dental charts.
 
Ann, the technician, was absorbed in her work and didn't pay any
attention to the young boy at the foot of the chair. Mary faced up
towards the ceiling and was slightly occupied with a drain tube in her
wide open mouth. Done with the cursory check of Mary's teeth, Ann
worked for the next 15 minutes cleaning and scraping. Meanwhile,
Mary's legs were splayed open, providing a nice view up her legs, past
the stocking tops and garter clasps, up her white garter straps, and
to her sheer panties. There was just enough ambient light so he could
see a dark, moist patch.
 
The scraping of her teeth made her squirm and adjust her position on
the chair, sometimes causing her to raise her knees a bit.
 
As Ann began polishing her teeth, Mary unconsciously played with her
legs by opening them up, almost a foot apart at her knees. Ann had no
idea what was happening since she was facing Mary's head as she
worked. Billy took the bait and slowly moved his eyes up her legs
starting from her nylon covered ankles. She didn't notice, so he
started from her ankles and worked his way up to her knees, up her
thighs, and...
  
He leaned forward in his chair and ventured higher, right behind Ann's
back as she totally focused on Mary's teeth. He had just reached the
zone above the stocking tops along the garter straps when Mary let out
a slight moan, "Mmmmmm."
  
Ann interrupted her cleaning and asked, "Are you OK?"
 
Mary replied, "Yes, I'm fine. You just hit a sensitive spot." 
 
If Ann had turned around that moment, she would have caught him with
his
hands in the cookie jar! Ann returned to her work and, in a slight
sweat, Billy returned to his.
 
 Ann said, "I'm almost done. Should be another few minutes." 
 
Mary looked over to him for a moment with a slight frown as she
realized her position was practically inviting him to take in the leg
show. He smiled victoriously.  Then his hand immediately reached the
ultimate prize and stroked the incredibly smooth sheer nylon covering
her ankles and calves, feeling the smooth skin ust below. Mary was
clearly aware of being 'felt up', but tried to maintain her composure.
She squeezed her legs together and let out a long breath as quietly as
she could through her gaping mouth crowded with a tube and Ann's
instruments.
 
He had reached above her knees and his hand was trapped for a moment,
but she slowly released the pressure. He slipped his hand out, just as
Ann announced that she was done. He had enough presence of mind to
pull down Mary's skirt hem and hand over a paper cup with water to her
so she could rinse out her mouth.
  
Ann looked over her job and seemed satisfied. She raised the chair so
Mary could get up, asked him to help her up and left the room. Mary
spit out her rinse water and looked over his way. "You got a nice
feel, you little pervert."
 
With that, she slowly got off the chair, pulled the hem of her skirt
back down over her stocking tops, and retorted in a huff. "You wait
until our next little encounter...I can't wait to get even!"
 
Billy could hardly wait. " I can't either," he muttered out loud.

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