Mom was taken back by this. She was stunned by what she saw. She wasn’t able to talk for some time.Then she sat down. Her eyes hadn’t left my seme... covered penis. Then she spokeMom: I don’t know what to say. It’s a boys thing, you know. But before telling you that I want to know what you did for this to happen. What were you thinking then?Me: Nothing, momMom: Don’t lie. I know that it won’t happen just like that. You would have thought something naughty, for sure.I blushed suddenly. I didn’t. But the moment they strapped me into that chastity belt they called a ‘diaper,’ I knew something was wrong. A faithful servant, my mother bathed me in sweet waters, perfumed me with oils, and clothed me in the exquisite fabrics and adornments befitting a personage of my rank. My father adored me and worshipped at my altar, caressing me and covering my soft, chubby skin with kisses. When I was older and perched upon the throne of his arms, I blessed my subjects with the benevolent wave of my. "If that is the dress you are wearing, we have a lot more shoppingahead us."I replied, "Yes this is the dress."The next stop was at Victoria Secret. My mom told the sale clerk. "Mydaughter need a pair of pantyhose that is so shear that you wouldn't beable tell she is wearing any pantyhose with a skin tight fittingdress."I had worn pantyhose and nylons before, but the ones I tried on thatmorning made it so I never wanted to wear anything else. The pair mymom and I finally decided on was so sheer. Her taught legs, and firm ass rocked gently with the motion of the horses trot. I watched her body flex and bend with the gate. I groaned coming awake, my eyes opened noting the room was filled with soft early morning light, and instantly realized that the groan wasn’t from watching her, but feeling her. It took a moment for my mind to catch up with what was happening. I lay on my side, with Stacey’s leg swung back over mine as I my cock slid slowly in and out of her. I was only about half way.