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Subject: {ASSM} Story:  "The Church Lady (part 4 of 4) - boy/older-woman, panty nightgown lingerie fetish
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The Church Lady (part 4 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.  If you enjoy this story, or
stories like it, involving panty fetishes, lingerie fetishes, boys
masturbating in older-women's panties, slips, nightgowns, or other lingerie.
or if you appreciate classic nylon lingerie from the 1960's and 1970's, then
please visit http://SoniaDane.com

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And Sonia loves dressing up in pretty panties, nightgowns, slips, stockings,
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pictures of Sonia wearing these things.  And in her Stories section, there
are many stories involving panty and lingerie fetishes.  So step into your
prettiest pair of panties, and enjoy the conclusion of the story.

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The Church Lady 4
by Stockingtops

I went to the kitchen to join Miss Betty for breakfast.  I had found another
nightgown to wear, as she had instructed.  It was a long pink nightgown,
made of sheer nylon material.  My nude body was somewhat visible beneath the
material.  As I thought of appearing before her dressed this way, my
youthful erection returned, tenting out the material in front of me.  As I
walked into the kitchen with my erection bobbing around, I watched Miss
Betty's eyes focus on my erection, which she could plainly see beneath the
see-through nightgown.

"That's a very nice choice, Steven," she said.  She was still wearing the
lavender nylon robe that tied at the waist.  She had it tied loosely,
exposing a good portion of her heavy white breasts.  Her legs appeared where
the robe split open at the bottom.  And when she sat down at the table to
eat her breakfast, it opened up even further, exposing her legs all the way
up to her crotch.  I saw the gusset of her shiny white nylon brief panties
peeking out between her thighs.  "Come over here and let me get a better
look at you."

I stood in front of Miss Betty as she ogled my adolescent body,
embarrassingly clad in sheer pink feminine nylon.   My cock was just below
her eye level.  It throbbed with my heartbeat, betraying my arousal.  She
pulled the abundance of sheer nylon material out to my sides and let it fall
back.  The material brushed against the head of my penis.  "How does it
feel?" she asked.  "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes Miss Betty," I replied.  "It feels good."

"That's good.  Because you're going to be wearing it all day!  You're a
perverted little boy and you need to learn a lesson."

"Yes Miss Betty," I agreed.

As I sat at the table eating my cereal, I kept one hand beneath the table,
stroking my engorged penis.  I felt so nasty sitting across the table from
Miss Betty as I stroked my cock through her mother's nightgown.

After breakfast, I hand washed all of the lingerie that I had pulled out of
Miss Betty's mother's drawers and closet.  My arousal remained very high as
I washed the piles and piles of silky nylon.  Miss Betty checked on me from
time to time, not missing a chance to satisfy her own perverted desire to
see my naked boy-body beneath the sheer material of her mother's nightgown.

When the pile of lingerie had been washed and rinsed, I wrung it all out and
placed it in the laundry basked at Miss Betty instructed me.  Just then, she
appeared again in the doorway.

"Now I want you to take all of those things out in the back yard and hang
them on the clothesline to dry."  She handed me a bag of clothespins.

"You want me to go out there like this?" I asked looking down at my
nightgown-covered body.

"Of course!  I told you that you would be wearing that nightgown all day, no
matter what!  Now get out there and do as I say!"

The backyard didn't offer much privacy.  There was a high block wall in the
back.  But on the sides there was only a four-foot hedge separating Miss
Betty's backyard from the neighbors'.  But I found, interestingly enough,
that this excited me further.  And as I pulled each feminine garment from
the laundry basket and hung them up, I would stroke my erection from time to
time.

When about half of the lingerie was hung on the line, I heard the sliding
door open at the house next door.  Without even thinking, I turned and ran
to Miss Betty's backdoor, to go inside and hide from whoever was coming out
next door.  But my retreat was halted.  Miss Betty stood at the backdoor
watching me with her fists planted on her round matronly hips.  The door was
closed and, I soon found out, locked.

"Miss Betty.  Let me in!  There's someone coming out next door!"

"Not until you have finished hanging all the laundry."

I looked across to the neighbor's backyard.  A woman about the age of Miss
Betty stepped out of her backdoor.  I looked back at Miss Betty, pleading
with my eyes.  She only pointed at the clothesline.

Sheepishly, I returned to the clothesline.  The neighbor lady hadn't seen me
yet.  But as I began hanging more of the lingerie on the line, I began
feeling like I wanted her to see me.  And it only took a minute before it
happened.  I was holding a pair of Miss Betty's mother's huge nylon panties
that were covered with bright flowers.

"My my!  What have we here?" the neighbor called out.

"Hi" I answered back, not knowing what to say.

"Are you the boy that is staying with Betty for a little while?"

"Yes."  One-word answers were all I could come up with.

She walked over to the hedge.  My head was spinning.  I couldn't believe how
excited I was, knowing this woman was looking at me in my perverted
clothing. knowing that she could see my obscene erection through the
material.

"My name is Anne," she said.  "And you are.?"

"Steven."

Just then, Miss Betty opened her door and stepped out.  "Hi Anne.  I see you
've met Steven."

"Yes.  We were just introducing ourselves."  She smiled broadly.

"Well I hope you aren't offended with his attire.  You see, I caught him
committing an unclean act with some of my mother's underthings and I want to
teach him a lesson.  So I'm making him wash all of the lingerie, and wear
this nightgown for the rest of the day."

"I see.  Well that seems to be an appropriate punishment."

"Well I'm going to get back inside, Anne.  You have a nice day!"  Miss Betty
turned and went back into the house.

"I better let you get back to your laundry, Steven.  It was nice to meet
you!"  She looked at my erect penis as she said this, licking her lips.

"Nice to meet you too, Anne."  I turned and hung the huge flowered panties
on the line.  Anne looked back several times as she walked back to her
house.  My heart was pounding.  I was so aroused, I thought I might shoot
off just from the thought of being seen wearing a nightgown and sporting a
huge erection,.

A moment later, Anne's backdoor opened again and she came out with another,
older, woman.  They were both wearing long sheer nightgowns.  Their bodies
were near identical.  But the older woman's breasts hung somewhat lower.
They were wearing matching white briefs under their nightgowns, but were
otherwise naked.  Their breasts jiggled and swayed as they walked over to
the hedge.

"Steven, I'd like you to meet my mother, Ruth.  I told her about you and
your punishment, and she thought it might make you more comfortable if we
wore nightgowns too."

I walked over to the hedge with my erection bouncing obscenely in front of
me.  Both of the older women watched as I approached.  I was mesmerized by
the sight of their large breasts exposed through the sheer material of their
nightgowns.  It was amazing how similar their bodies were, even though I
knew they must be separated by at least 20 years.  They had soft curvy
feminine bodies, ample hips stretching the fabric of their matching nylon
briefs, large breasts hanging down above a soft curve of woman tummy.  The
only real difference I noted, was that Ruth's breasts hung slightly lower
and her nipples pointed more toward the ground.  Both of them had long
rubbery nipples surrounded by large, dark, puckered areolas.  My eyes darted
back and forth between the two pairs of breasts.

Ruth reached out her hand to me.  "It's nice to meet you, Steven."

"Nice to meet you too ma'am," I said as I shook her hand.  I noticed that
her breasts wobbled and jiggled as I shook her hand.

"That's a very nice nightgown you're wearing, Steven.  It looks very soft.
Can I touch it?"

"Sure," I replied trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

She reached out and touched the material on my hip.  "Mmmmm.  That's nice,"
she said.  And as she pulled her hand back, she let it brush along my penis.
Then she put her hand to her breast and softly felt the material covering
her nipple.  "I can't tell if it's softer than mine though.  Can you?"

And with that, she took my hand and rubbed it all over her big soft breast.
I couldn't believe this was happening.  I was feeling this woman's breast
through her nightgown.  Then Anne grabbed my other hand and placed it on her
breast.  "How does mine feel, Steven?"

I couldn't believe this.  It was almost as if they were competing.  "It
feels very nice," I said truthfully.

"Can I feel yours?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied as I openly fondled the breasts of both of these women.

Anne then reached down and took hold of my penis through the sheer material
of my nightgown.  She stroked it as she felt the material.  "Mmmmm.  Yes.
That feels very nice, Steven."

I was just about to shoot a huge load into her hand when she stopped.
"Would you like some help hanging up the rest of those things?" she asked.

"That would be great," I said.  And both of the women came around the hedge
into Miss Betty's backyard.  They pranced across the yard, almost jogging.
Their unfettered breasts jiggled wildly.  I took another pair of huge
panties from the basket and hung them on the line as the two ladies joined
me.  We worked closely hanging all of the intimate items on the clothesline.
The two older women brushed their bodies against me as we passed each other
walking between the rows of hanging undergarments.

The rest of the lingerie went up quickly with the help of these two neighbor
ladies.  But I didn't want it to end.  As I passed by them they would either
face me and let their breasts rub against my chest, or they would turn their
back to me and let my penis rub against their panty-covered bottoms.  They
were driving me crazy!

"Well that does it," said Anne.  "I guess we better get going," she said to
her mother.

"Yes dear.  I guess we should let this boy get back inside."  Then to me
Ruth said "you are such a dear boy.  I hope you will drop by our house some
time and visit."

"I would like that," I replied.

"Well then, it's a date," said the older of the two women.  "I hope you don'
t make us wait too long!"  She pouted at me.  "We're just two old ladies
with lots of time on our hands."

"I'll come and visit as soon as I can," I said smiling.

"Good.  Now how 'bout a kiss for an old lady," said Ruth as she reached for
my shoulders and pulled me in to her.  Our bodies smashed together as she
planted a soft warm kiss on my mouth.   I felt her breasts pressing against
me and my penis pushing into her crotch.

"Me too!" said Anne as she pulled me away from her mother.  Again, almost as
if they were competing, Anne gave me a longer kiss and grabbed my naked ass
through the nightgown I was wearing, pulling me in to her and grinding her
panty covered crotch on my penis.

"Hey!  You got a better kiss than me," protested Ruth as she pulled me back
to her.  She left a little room between our lower bodies as she kissed me
again.  This time she grabbed my erection with one hand as she kneaded my
ass cheek with the other.  "There.  That's better."  She reluctantly
released my penis just as I was about to come in her hand.  I couldn't
believe the way these older women were teasing me.  "You be a good boy,
 now."

"Yes," said Anne.  "And come visit us soon!"

As they turned and walked away, I gave in to the urge to grab my penis and
jerk off as I watched their round, pantied asses swaying back and forth as
they walked home.

I lifted up the hem of my nightgown so that I wouldn't soil it.  And with
perfect timing, Anne and Ruth looked back at me just as I began shooting
off.  Over and over again, my straining erection spurted gobbs of cum onto
the ground.  They both stood transfixed as I released my adolescent seed.
And when I was done, they both waved and smiled and went back into their
house.

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