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Subject: {ASSM} "The Church Lady (part 2 of 4)" - Boy/Older Woman, Brief Panty Fetish
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The Church Lady (part 2 of 4)
by StockingTops - written exclusively for publication on SoniaDane.com

comments to Sonia@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 (part 2)

by Stockingtops


At dinner that evening, Miss Betty was still wearing her terry cloth
bathrobe.  The waist was tied with a loose overhand knot that seemed to be
working its way looser.  As she moved about the kitchen cooking, I set the
table with dishes and silverware, constantly watching her, and willing her
robe to open further.  And that it did.  The top began gaping more and more.
As I viewed her from the side, I could see her heavy breasts swaying back
and forth with her movement.


Then she opened one of the upper cabinets and tried to reach up for
something on the top shelf.  Her reach fell short and she asked me to bring
her a chair to stand on.  As she stepped up onto the chair, she held onto
the back to steady herself.  Then, standing on the chair, she asked me to
steady her.  So I grabbed her at the waist as she reached up to the top
shelf.  Her ass was even with my face as I held her steady.  And I felt the
tie of her robe under my hands.  And just as she reached the pitcher she had
been trying for, I pulled slightly on the tie, loosening it further.


She set the pitcher on the counter, then reached over and opened the next
cabinet door.  She had to bend sideways to do this, which put her off
balance.


"Honey, will you come around front here and steady me while I get the
serving bowl?" she said looking down at me.


So I moved around in front of her to hold her waist again, and noticed that
her robe was now open all the way down the front.  Her big boobs were
swinging freely behind the lapels of her robe.  And I could see the
waistband her of her panties where her robe should have been closed.
Holding her steady, I gazed at her breasts just inches from my face as she
struggled to reach the serving dish.  As she stretched and reached, her left
breast slipped out from behind the lapel of her robe, and I was treated to
my first up-close-and-personal view of a woman's nipple.  The nipple stuck
out about an inch or so.  The dark areola around it was puckered, and there
were goose bumps on her breast.


I felt my penis slide down the leg of my pants as it began to grow in
response to Miss Betty's display.  "You got me, Honey?" she said as she made
a final reach for the bowl.  But before I could answer, she lost her balance
and slipped off the chair.  She fell forward as I tried to steady her.  But
it was too late.  We were both going down, and all I could do was break her
fall.  I slammed to the floor and Miss Betty landed right on top of me.  Her
breasts surrounded my face.  I laid there for a minute, enjoying the soft
flesh of her breasts on my face.  Then I realized she wasn't moving.


I carefully rolled Miss Betty off of me.  Then I noticed a bit of blood on
her forehead.  She must have bumped her head when she fell.  Her eyes were
closed, but she was breathing.  Her robe was now fully open, revealing her
breasts completely.  Her panties were now completely exposed as well.  They
were big full-cut briefs made of shiny white nylon with little red flowers.
They covered her from just above her bellybutton to the bottom of her hips.


Relieved that she was breathing normally, I began enjoying the view.  I
adjusted my now throbbing erection in my pants.  I had seen this woman a
thousand times at church.  But never had I imagined that I might be standing
over her as she lay almost naked in front of me.  The blow to her head must
have knocked her unconscious.  I knelt down beside her and shook her
shoulder.  "Miss Betty.  Miss Betty!  Can you hear me?"  She didn't respond.
I shook her again, this time just to watch the way her big soft breasts
jiggled on her chest.  Again she didn't respond.


I unzipped my pants and set my erection free.  Then I looked at her panties.
They were the prettiest, most feminine thing I had ever seen.  I couldn't
resist the temptation to touch them, knowing that Miss Betty was
unconscious.  The material was soft and slippery, and I could feel the kinky
hairs of her pubic region when I felt down low.  Carefully, I slipped my
finger under the waistband and lifted it up for a peek.  All I could see
below her belly, was a dark tuft of kinky hair.  I let the waistband go and
looked up at her big soft breasts which were firm enough to stand up some
even as they were falling off to her sides.  I began stroking my cock as I
let my other hand glide over the soft flesh of her breasts.  And as my palm
glided over her nipples, they strained even harder in their erections.  I
stroked my penis faster now, as I moved my free hand down to her panties
again.  And reaching down to her crotch, I felt the warm, moist, puffy lips
of her pussy, beneath the soft nylon material of her panties.  I held my
hand there between her legs as I stroked myself faster and faster.  I wasn't
sure, but I thought I felt her thighs clench around my hand a bit, as I held
it there.  My gaze kept going back and forth between her panties and her
breasts.  I couldn't decide which I enjoyed looking at more.  Looking back
and forth between her exposed breasts and her big silky panties, I became so
aroused that I couldn't hold back any longer.  And I began shooting my cum
all over her stomach and her panties.


Realizing what I had done, and with the euphoric haze of my arousal fading,
I quickly slipped my waning erection back into my pants and zipped them up.
And just in time too!  Miss Betty seemed to be regaining consciousness.
"What happened?" she asked groggily, just as I was zipping my pants.


"You fell off the chair.  And I tried to catch you.  But you hit your head
on the floor anyway.  I think you have a little cut there," I said, pointing
to her forehead.  She had not noticed her cum covered belly yet.  And I
tried to distract her attention from it.  I put my hand to her head, holding
it down the floor.  "You just rest your head for a minute.  Then I'll help
you to your room and you can lay down for a little while."  I covered her
cum soaked belly with her robe, and tied the sash.  "I guess your robe came
undone when you fell.  You're all covered up again now.  How are you
feeling?"


"I'm definitely going to have a headache," she said with her eyes still
closed.  "Thank you for being such a dear and taking care of me.  I feel
like a clumsy ox, falling off the chair like that!"


"Oh, it's nothing," I said.  Then I got to my feet and stood between her
slightly parted legs, offering her a hand to help her up.  She bent her
knees up and her robe fell back to expose her panties as she reached up to
grasp my hand.  I lifted her to her feet, turned off the stove, and helped
her to her room.  She needed to use the bathroom, so I helped her to the
bathroom door and waited for her as she went inside.


Ten or fifteen seconds later I heard her yell, "What in heaven's name?"
Then the door flew open and she stood before me with her robe wide open.
Her big breasts hung down just inches from the top of her panties.  Her
stomach still glistened with my semen.  The front of her panties was soaked.
She was livid.  "Is this what I think it is, young man?!"


"Uh, uh, I. uh," I stammered.


"Did you commit a sinful act on me while I was unconscious in the kitchen?"


"I'm sorry." I began.  But she cut me off.


"Sorry?  Sorry!  Is that all you can say for yourself you little heathen!
After you masturbate yourself and defile my body, you say you're sorry?
Well you'll be sorry alright, little man."  Her robe was still open.  Her
hands were on her round hips, and her breasts were swaying and jiggling as
she yelled and gestured angrily at me.  "Now you go to your room and you
pray for forgiveness for this sinful act, while I think of a proper
punishment for you.  Go!" she said pointing her finger over my shoulder.


I turned and went to my room, confused, humiliated, guilty, and aroused, all
at the same time.  The vision of her jiggling breasts swinging in my face as
she shook her finger of derision at me, was burned into my mind.  Several
minutes later, she came to my room and opened the door.  She was still
wearing the bathrobe, but it was tied securely now.


I sat on the edge of my bed and she hovered over me.  "The human body is a
creation of God," she began.  "While it is nothing to be ashamed of, it is
not something to be used and defiled by sins of the flesh.  When I was
unconscious and exposed in the kitchen, you took sexual pleasure with my
body, without my permission.  That is fornication under God's law, and rape
under man's.  God will judge you for what you did.  But I want to make sure
you learn your lesson.  For the rest of this evening, you will learn what it
means to be exposed and abused without your permission.  You will learn how
I felt when I realized that you had laid your eyes on my naked body, and
released your seed on my stomach.  Then maybe next time you are tempted by
the devil, you will think twice!  Now, and for the rest of this evening, you
will remove all of your clothes and submit to anything I wish, so that you
will feel the humiliation of unconsented abuse.  And if you refuse to submit
to me, I will tell your parents how you committed fornication with my
unconscious body, and I may even report you to the police.  Do you
understand?"


"Yes ma'am."


"Good!  Now strip out of your clothes right now!"


I was humiliated, and scared that she might do as she threatened, so I
quickly shed my clothes and stood before her naked.  I covered my penis,
which was now shriveled with humiliation, with my hands.  She pointed out
the door.  "Now get out there in the kitchen, where I can keep an eye on you
while I finish cooking dinner."


Sheepishly, I walked past her and out into the kitchen.  Once in the
kitchen, she ordered me to stand next to her as she cooked at the stove.
"Move your hands away from there!" she ordered.  "Put them up on your head."


I clasped my hands on the top of my head and watched her eyeing my penis as
it slowly began to grow.  First it lengthened and filled out, still hanging
down between my legs.  Miss Betty's gaze kept going back and forth between
the stove and my growing penis.  Then it started stiffening and throbbing,
beginning to stand out from my body.  Miss Betty licked her lips as she
watched it grow.  Then it was sticking straight out in front of me, bobbing
and bouncing with my heartbeat.


Miss Betty kept cooking and watching me as I stood naked next to her.  She
ordered me to fetch some utensils for her.  Then she served up the food and
told me to take it to the table.  I felt her eyes on my young naked ass as I
walked away from her toward the table.  And as I began to sit down, she
stopped me.


"Uh, uh, uh!" she said.  "You will stand next to me while I eat.  Then if I
decide to let you, you can eat when I'm done."  So I stood next to her,
facing her side.  And as she ate, I looked down the front of her robe, at
her deep cleavage.  My penis

bobbed and throbbed as I stood there.  And every now and then, her elbow
would brush against it as she cut something on her plate.


"Would you like to sit down now?" she asked.


"Yes ma'am."


"Then you may sit on the table in front of me."  She pointed just beyond her
plate.  "Go!  Sit!" she ordered.


So I climbed up onto the table and sat down in front of her.  She guided my
legs to either side of her plate, and had me scoot forward until my balls
brushed the edge of her plate.  My legs hung over the side of the table.  My
erection was now sticking out over her plate and pointing straight at her
face.  She continued eating.  But now her eyes were glued to my throbbing
member.  And as she ate, she began brushing her hands against my penis,
finding reason to cut her food a certain way or move things around so that
her hands kept coming in contact with my erection.  After a few minutes of
this, she began talking to me.


"So.  When you took advantage of me today, did you touch my body?  And don't
lie to me!  Lying is a sin remember!"


"Um, yes ma'am."


"Where did you touch me?"


"Um, I uh, touched your boobies."


"Is that all?"


"No ma'am."


"What else?"


"I uh, touched your panties too."


"You know," she said, "the human body is a beautiful creation of God.  There
is no sin in looking upon a naked body, as I'm looking at yours now."  She
took another bite, this time leaning down to her plate as she put the fork
in her mouth, just inches from the aching purple head of my penis.  And
after she swallowed she continued, "in fact, if I expose my breasts to you
right now, it is neither a sin for me to do that, nor a sin for you to
 look."  And as she said this, she spread open the front of her robe,
displaying her magnificent breasts.  "When I expose myself like this, you
can look away if you want.  So I'm not making you do anything against your
will."  I stared at her exposed breasts as she continued.  "And if I
accidentally brush my hand against you like this," she brushed her
fork-wielding hand against the underside of my penis, "and it's an accident,
that's okay too, because I didn't intend to touch you in an unclean way.  Do
you understand?"


I nodded my head.  I was so aroused I thought I would explode.  To be
sitting in front of Miss Betty, The Church Lady,

naked, my obscene throbbing erection bobbing over her dinner plate, while
she sat before me with her magnificent breasts on display, was so erotic I
was afraid I would shoot off if she "accidentally" brushed against my penis
again.  Then she started cutting a piece of chicken with her knife and fork,
in such a way that her right hand - the one holding the knife - sawed back
and forth right under my penis.  It was making my penis waggle back and
forth as she cut through the meat.  I also noticed that it made her breasts
waggle back and forth.  Then she seemed to hit a piece of gristle or
something.  She kept sawing away, rubbing the back of her hand on the
underside of my penis, and swinging her breasts from side to side.  I felt
myself approaching the edge of orgasm and started moaning, almost as if in
pain.  Then she stopped abruptly and stood up.


"Stand up here," she ordered, pointing at her feet.  I had to shake myself
out of my pre-orgasmic daze.  But I managed to

scoot myself back off of the table without disturbing Miss Betty's dinner
plate.  I stood before her naked.  Her robe had fallen all the way open.
And my erection was pointing directly at her panties, like a heat-seeking
missile.  "For instance," she began, continuing her discussion of accidental
touching, "if I were to fall toward you, and you touched my breast by
accident as you were reaching out to catch me, that would be a simple
accident."


Without warning, she fell toward me.  I reached out my arms to catch her,
and let one hand go around her waist and grab her panty-clad butt, as my
other hand latched on to her soft tit-flesh.  She stayed in my arms for just
a moment as I enjoyed the feeling of her silky panties and ample breast.
"See what I mean?" she said.


"Yeah.  I think so." I replied uncertainly.


"Or if I were to fall toward you, I might reach out to stop myself too," she
continued.  And again, she fell toward me.  But this time, as I grabbed both
of her breasts in my hands, she grabbed onto my erection.  She held on to my
penis as she "regained her balance."


"Woops!" she exclaimed.  "I'm sorry about that sweetie.   Thanks for
catching me!"


As she stood up, she slowly released my penis and let it slide from her
fingers, just as her breasts escaped my grasp.


She sat back down at the table and wrapped her robe loosely in front of
herself.  "Okay.  Back up on the table," she said,

pointing behind her plate.  I got back on the table, scooting myself up so
that my legs went around her plate, hanging over the edge of the table.  My
balls were resting against the edge of her plate and my penis hovered over
it.  She started eating again.  And now my penis seemed to be in the way of
everything.  No matter what she was picking up on the plate, my throbbing
erection seemed to be right where her hands needed to be.  Then she started
moving her face closer to her plate, just lifting each bite of food off her
plate an inch or two and leaning in to bite it off her fork, with her face
almost touching the head of my penis.  She was driving me crazy!


Then, unexpectedly, she reached over my penis to scoop up some peas.  And in
doing so, she pushed my cock into her

mashed potatoes with her forearm.  "Oh.  I'm sorry dear," she said.  "Here.
Let me get that for you."  Then with her right

hand, she began wiping the mashed potatoes and gravy off of my penis and
licking her fingers.  She would wipe and lick, wipe and lick.  And each time
she grabbed my penis, it became harder to hold back.


When I was almost cleaned off, Miss Betty stood up and opened her robe.
Then she reached down to the waist of her big

flowered brief panties and slipped them over her hips, revealing her bushy
triangle of pubic hair.  She pulled them down her legs and off her feet.


Then, she sat back down in front of me, naked, except for the robe over her
shoulders.  She held her panties up by the

waistband in front of me and said, "Here, let me wipe that off with these."
She moved her plate from between my legs and

wrapped her silky panties around my cock and started rubbing them back and
forth. Her breasts jiggled from side to side as she rubbed her panties over
my penis.  "I want to make sure I get all of that off," she said.  The head
of my penis kept

appearing and disappearing in her panty-wrapped hand.  Then she pulled the
panties away and grabbed my penis with her bare hand, examining it closely.
"Just a little bit more," she said as she again wrapped her flowered nylon
briefs around my erection.  She started jerking me whole-heartedly now.  Her
breasts were jiggling wildly.  And I felt myself on the verge of orgasm.


Her eyes were focused on the head of my penis as she said, "I think I have
most of it off.  Just a little bit more."


I began moaning, and I remember saying, "I think there's a little bit more
on there, Miss Betty.  Yes!  A little bit more!

Mmmmmm.  Aghhhhhh.  Right there!"


And then it began.  My highly aroused penis began erupting in Miss Betty's
face.  She watched as my cum landed on her cheek, and as two or three spurts
landed on her ample breasts.


She looked up at me with her cum-streaked face, her panties wrapped around
my cum-dripping penis, and said "Remember, cleanliness is next to
 godliness!"  Now that's a lesson I'll NEVER forget!


(continued in part 3)

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