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Subject: {ASSM} STORY - "The Church Lady (part 3 of 4)" - Boy/Older Woman, Brief Panty Fetish
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The Church Lady (part 3 of 4)
by StockingTops - written exclusively for publication on 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 most 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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The Church Lady 3



I was turned on and confused at the same time, by the actions of Miss Betty.
She was a conservative church lady.  And yet she had forced me to sit naked
with my erection throbbing over her dinner plate as she ate.  I wasn't
really sure what lesson I was to have learned, but I sure was becoming
hornier.



Due in part to my increased horniness, but mostly due, I'm sure, to the easy
access to Miss Betty's late mother's lingerie, I started becoming fascinated
with panties and slips.  Every night, as I went to bed in her mother's old
bedroom, I was tempted to explore all of the items she had in her drawers
and closet.  I always started with the panty drawer.  Miss Betty's mother's
panties were all big nylon brief panties.  And looking back, I'm sure this
is where my affinity for big nylon panties started.



I really didn't get much sleep during the days that I spent at Miss Betty's
house.  As soon as she was in bed, I'd take off all of my clothes and start
playing with the lingerie in my bedroom.  In the panty drawer, there must
have been over 50 pairs of panties.  I remember dumping all of them out onto
the floor one night, and then going through them one at a time.  Sitting
cross-legged on the floor, I would pull a pair off the pile and hold it up
in front of myself, examining the material and the size.  My erection was
throbbing at the site of the first pair.  I held them up to my nose and
smelled their clean flowery scent.  Although they were all huge panties, I
noticed that some were even bigger than others.  As I finished examining
each pair, I laid them in my lap.  Occasionally, I would reach into the
growing pile of panties on my lap, and stroke my erection through the layers
of nylon.  I couldn't do it for long though, because the site and feel of
all of those big nylon panties on my lap, kept me close to the edge of
orgasm.



As I sifted through the pile of panties, I began sorting out my favorites.
I liked the biggest of the big and the softest of the soft.  I also liked
the sheer, see-through panties.  And after sorting them out, I began trying
them on.  Standing naked in front of the mirror, I stepped into each pair of
panties.  I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the huge nylon briefs
with my obscene erection poking at tent in the front.  I felt so nasty and
naughty.  14-year-old boys are not supposed to be wearing old ladies
panties. well, ANY panties for that matter.  I looked at myself from all
angles, occasionally stroking my erection through the soft material.



After trying on each of the panties that I had picked out as my favorites, I
began sorting through Miss Betty's mother's slips.  All of the slips in her
dresser drawer were half-slips.  Most were white, but there were several
other colors as well.  There were probably about 30 slips in her drawer.  As
I pulled each one out, I stepped into it and pulled it up to my waist,
adding a layer each time I put another one on.  The layers and layers of
silky nylon slips felt amazing.  My heart pounded in my ears.  My penis made
a throbbing tent in the layers of nylon half-slips.  My head spun and my
young balls ached.  I had now been on the verge of orgasm for over two
hours.  Soon those two hours stretched into three, as I moved from the
dresser drawers to the closet.  Big nylon panties and shimmering nylon
slips, covered the floor in piles.  As I removed the last of the half-slips
I was wearing, I looked down and noticed that my balls were swollen and the
head of my penis was purple, a drip of semen had oozed from the tip and was
running down my veined shaft as it bounced and throbbed.



My hard cock bobbed and bounced as I walked toward the closet.  Sliding the
door open, I found that the closet was half lingerie, and half dresses,
blouses, etc.  I slid the door closed and opened the other side where the
lingerie hung.  There I found the biggest assortment of full-slips, and
various nightgowns, that I have seen even to this day.  I was amazed!  There
were nightgowns of every color. pink, blue, red, black, green, white, and
beige.  There were long ones, short ones, robes to cover them, sheer
chiffon, shimmering nylon, and nightgowns with layers of chiffon and nylon.
I ran my hands over all of the slips and nightgowns.  Then I started going
down the line, rubbing each one on my penis to see how it felt.  And when I
found a nice soft pretty nightgown, I pulled it off the hanger and slipped
it over my head.  Feeling the soft pink feminine material slide down over my
body, I shook in ecstasy.  I stepped back and looked at myself in the
full-length mirror.  I grabbed my penis through the soft pink material and
gave it a few tugs, as I looked at myself, feeling naughty and sexy at the
same time, wearing this ultra-feminine garment.  When I saw a wet spot
starting to appear where the tip of my penis touched the front of the
nightgown, I quickly pulled it off before I came.  I knew I wouldn't be able
to hold out much longer.  I looked at the clock on my side-table and saw
that it was 2:00 AM.



I tried on two or three more nightgowns before I went over the edge.  I
tried to quickly pull up the hem of the nightgown to keep it from rubbing on
my penis, so I wouldn't cum.  But it had the opposite effect.  As I pulled
it up, the sensation of it sliding over my penis, sent me into an explosive
orgasm.  And I shot stream after stream of my hot semen onto the piles of
panties, slips, and nightgowns on the floor.  I'm not sure, but I think I
feinted at that point.  I don't remember anything after that.



The next morning I awoke on the floor, still wearing the last nightgown I
had tried on.  I was laying on a pile of panties, slips, and nightgowns.
And I had a raging morning erection.  As I was about to reach for a pair of
panties or a slip to rub on my nightgown-covered erection, I realized the
reason I had woken up is that there had been a knock on my bedroom door.  I
jumped up with a start, just in time to hear Miss Betty say, "It's time to
get up!" as I watched the door knob turn and the door begin to open.  I didn
't have time to cover myself or remove the nightgown or jump into bed.  I
just stood their, wearing her mother's nightgown, standing in a pile of
panties and slips as she stepped into the room.



"What in heaven's name are you doing, Steven?"



"Uh. uh." I stammered.



"Good gracious!  You've made a mess of my mother's things!  And look at you,
defiling her nightgown like that.  Do you know that God considers it to be
sodomy if a man wears a woman's clothes?!  It's an unnatural act. and a
sin!!



"Well,  I. I. "



"You what!?  Do you have something to say for yourself?"



"Uh. no ma'am.  I'm sorry."



"Sorry?  You're sorry?  You're standing there in my mother's nightgown with
an erection, for heaven's sake!  And all you can say is you're sorry?  You'
re a little pervert and a sinner.  And you will surely go to hell if you don
't learn your lesson soon!  And this mess!  What did I tell you about
cleanliness?  You must have every pair of my poor late mother's panties
strewn about the floor.  And all those slips and nightgowns!  Good heavens,
Steven.  What in God's name have you been doing in here!?"



"I. uh. just wanted to see what they felt like."



"Well that obscene erection poking at the front of my mother's nightgown,
tells me that you like the way it feels, you little pervert!"



Miss Betty's face was red with anger.  She was wearing a lavender nylon
robe, not unlike several I had seen in her mother's closet.  It was tied at
the waist and its thin material hugged her every curve.  Her big soft
breasts pushed at the material in front, jiggling erotically every time she
shook her finger at me.  Her hard nipples poked tents the size of my
fingertips.  The deep "V" where the robe separated, plunged nearly to her
waist, exposing an expanse of soft white breast-cleavage.   I was
embarrassed about getting caught, and afraid of her anger.  But my throbbing
erection persisted.



She grabbed my wrist and threw me down on the bed face first.  She quickly
smacked my bottom five times through the nightgown I was still wearing.
"You are a naught naughty boy.  And you must learn your lesson!"  She lifted
me back up and sat me on the edge of the bed.  My telltale erection stuck
straight up in my lap.  "You will pick up every one of these garments and
wash them all by hand.  Then you will hang them out to dry in the backyard.
And when they are dry, you will fold and hang each and every one of them,
just as you found them.  And so that you learn your lesson completely, you
will do all of this while wearing the nightgown you now have on.  In fact,
you will wear that nightgown for the next 24 hours, in front of me, and in
front of anyone else that might come to the house."  As she said this, she
folded her arms under her breasts, forcing them up and together, enhancing
her cleavage and almost forcing her breast out of her robe.  "That should
cause you sufficient embarrassment to keep you from doing this again!"



"Yes Ma'am."  I said submissively.



"Yes.  I'm sure you will learn your lesson.  You know I love you and I just
want you to be a good boy so you will go to heaven.  Now come here and give
me a hug," she said as she lifted me back to my feet by my wrist.



She held me to her breasts, wrapping me in her arms.  I felt my erection
slip between her thighs as she hugged me close.  The slippery layers of the
nightgown I wore, rubbed lightly against my penis as Miss Betty rocked me in
her arms.  I lifted my head slightly and found that I was looking into her
deep cleavage.  Carefully, I slid my hands up her back and pulled the
material of her robe together on her back.  This caused the front of her
robe to spread open further.  I glanced down again.  And now I saw both of
her large erect nipples exposed, along with most of both of her big white
breasts.  I now buried my face in her breasts as she held me.  "That's a
good boy," she comforted me.  "I'm sure you'll learn your lesson."  My
penis, encased in layers of nylon, throbbed between her legs.  I was in a
euphoric state of arousal.   "There there," she said, holding my face to her
exposed breasts.  My erection seemed to vibrate.  I turned my head to the
side and opened one eye.  My mouth was only inches from her exposed nipple.
Her large areola was dark and wrinkled, her nipple fully erect.  I held on
to her more tightly and used that movement to disguise the movement of my
mouth toward her nipple, and the further thrusting of my penis between her
legs.  "There there.  That's a good boy.  Miss Betty will give you the
guidance you need."   And as she said this she twisted slightly and her
nipple brushed my lips.  I sucked her big rubbery nipple into my mouth as I
felt my erection throb explosively between her legs, releasing my seed.
Over and over again, my penis pulsed.  My knees became weak and I fell more
heavily into her embrace.   "That's' a good boy," she continued.   "Just do
as Aunt Betty says and you'll be okay."



When my orgasm finished, Miss Betty released me from her embrace.  I got a
quick look at her breasts before she nonchalantly covered them again.
Looking down at the nightgown I wore, she saw the spreading wet spot caused
by my release.  "Why don't you find a clean nightgown to put on and then
come down and join me for breakfast.  I think you should wash that one along
with the rest of these things."

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