THE CHANGE -
extract
© DrkFetyshNyghts 2021
"Do a twirl for Mummy, slut.
Show her what a perfect cock sucking slut you are."
Aunt Jean used a harsh tone, quite
unnecessary under the circumstances. It was as though she needed to make a show
of this return to Mummy. But Jimmy didn't flinch - she stood in front both
seated, crossed legged women and turned on the spot, very slowly and when she
did this there was this sense of pride in her.
"I'm very impressed Aunt Jean. It never
ceases to amaze me, the miracles you perform with these mixed up little ones."
But the thing was that Bernadette spoke
harshly as well. It was as though there was no need to put this front on any
more - there was no need to be all maternal over Jimmy, or act as though she
were his real birth mother. The cat was out of the bag so to speak and there
was no need to pretend otherwise. Bernadette could be the way she wanted to be
with little or no concern.
"These legs are fabulous, I have to say."
And as Bernadette was elaborating on what's
she'd already said, and with Jimmy's back to her, she had used a perfectly
manicured nail and just gently scratched it up the back of one of Jimmy's legs,
from the back of the knee and then up the thigh and then under the skirt. And
she did this very softly, a little more softly than her tone of voice would
suggest.
And with that there was this little sigh from
Jimmy and a roll of the eyes up. It seemed that with very little contact, very
little suggestive contact there was what would have been a twitch in her cock -
except it wasn't a cock any more it was a clitoris.
"Oh and she's sensitive to the touch - very
sensitive, I like that. No orgasms though for her, I hope?"
And in a way Bernadette was teasing Aunt Jean
but within earshot of Jimmy.
"Oh she's been taught that she earns orgasms
or there won't be any. It was a hard lesson for her but she learnt. And she's a
much better slut for it."
And Aunt Jean was smiling wide back at Mummy.
"Hmm, should we put that to the test I
wonder?"
And all the time Mummy's fingers were getting
higher and higher, that blood red nail, matching her lips pressing very gently
and sensuously through the nylon to the flesh under it. And then to the flesh
above a self-supporting stocking top until it found the tight silk panties that
Jimmy was wearing.
"Don't forget what I told you slut. If someone wants to stroke you, and caress you, do
whatever they want to you, you simply stand and let them. Unless that is they
tell you what to do as they work you. In which case you oblige at all times."
And yes Jimmy had received extensive lessons
in how to stand all demure and ladylike as she was stroked and caressed. The
trouble for her was that this would have made her orgasm back in that day. It
would have made her orgasm hard. If Bernadette or anyone had stroked her like
this back then, then she would be squirting her semen high and waiting for the
splash back.
But that was back in the day when Jimmy had a
little nub of a cock and when he could fantasise about doing dirty things with his
cock sucking 'mother'. How different the world was back then. Now when she felt
that intense desire that was invoked by that stroking and caressing, she had to
adopt a different frame of mind. She had to go into another zone and
concentrate, really focus on not being brought to an earth shattering orgasm.
And this was hard for her now because she knew about the orgasm that she could
have. In a way she was addicted to those orgasms and she needed them - but she
was not allowed to have them. And this was the beginning of a downward spiral
within a spiral for her. Just something else to torment her with.
"Mmmm and what do we have here?"
By this time Bernadette was stroking her
pussy lips through the tightness of the silk panties. She was just tracing the
sex lips with her finger nail. Just tracing and pressing lightly and then
following the line of the slit tightly covered with the silk of the panties.
Jimmy swallowed hard and kind of transferred
her weight from one high heel to the other. And she ran her tongue across the
underside of her top lip, creating an extended pout that neither older women
missed.
"I'm sure I can make this little wretch cum
you know Aunt Jean."
And there was cruelty in the way that
Bernadette spoke and about how she continued working under the dress of Jimmy."
"I doubt that darling. She's still has the
desire and that urgency to come. She still wants it, needs it even, but she
knows what will happen if she does orgasm without permission from you, or me,
or whoever is using her at the time. But please, prove me wrong if you want to,
or if you can."
And now Aunt Jean was smiling that wide
lipstick smile of hers. Odds on she didn't give a flying fuck
one way or the other if Jimmy came and came in those panties of hers. And yet
at the same time she was confident in her own training.
Bernadette made herself more comfortable
before she carried on with that one finger.
This time she went straight back to the now damp slit soaking through
the panties and she located the clitoral bundle. She found that bundle and she
circled it. First she pressed the bundle with the pad of her finger and then
she used her nail to circle it. She used the sharpness of the nail through the
silk and she circled it and there was this little whimper from Jimmy as she
stepped her weight again from heel to heel.