Barbara Granville felt her motherly juices rising again, years after she thought she had kissed them goodbye for life. When she lost her husband in a road accident, she decided against remarriage, since she had been blessed with the cutest of small sons to give her all the comfort she needed. Her little darling gave her such pleasure with his laughs and gurgles and his pretty head of blonde curls. She was so fond of little Malcolm in his cute white blouses and satin romper pants that she soon got over losing Robert. It became the most natural thing in the world for her to pursue a happy life of intimacy between mother and son.
Baby Dolly Meets His Girlfriends
Art and story by Prim
She made sure that her Malcolm was surrounded with sweetness and smiles, and she took great care to protect him from bad influences of any kind. After all, he was in his late teens now, and might pick up bad habits from other males. He would stay at home with his mommy, watching women's TV, sitting with her to leaf through fashion magazines, and never speaking to those uncouth boys who wore jeans and baseball caps. He would meet girls, of course. That was quite different. Barbara was ever willing to invite girls round to play, and she was quite happy for her darling boy to accept invites to girls' parties, of which he attended many and seemed to enjoy them. "Does Mommy's Little Boy Blue feel pretty in his white party blouse, Sweetheart, with pale blue piping round the scalloped collar?" she would say.
"Yeth Mommy, I feel vewy vewy pwetty."
"And shall Mommy put her little bundle into a dainty pair of baby blue silk shorts with white silk turn-ups and pocket flaps in front of the hips?"
"Yeth pweathe, Mommy," and Malcolm would giggle with pleasure as he lay on the bed for his mother to slip the romper from its hanger and slide it up his bare legs, looping the shoulder straps over his arms ready to button him up at each hip in blue satin buttons and to fasten the pretty pearled buttons under his crotch.
One of her greatest joys was that Malcolm's hair wanted to remain in its original mass of blond, unruly curls, which meant that she could make him a fine collection of hats and bonnets to suit. She didn't want to subject a teenage boy to being scoffed at for looking like a baby, so she kept his bonnets for their intimate evenings on the settee, when Malcolm and his mother could sit facing the cheval mirror and enjoy the lovely picture they made. "Does my little Dolly think his Mommy is lovely tonight?" she would say, knowing that she was wearing one of the evening blouses that her darling boy found particularly attractive. Barbara always wore something beautiful in the evening for their mommy-n-boysie nookie. Something to accentuate her handsome breasts and to frame her face in femininity, because she knew her little 'Dolly' thought of his mommy's face as very pretty and her breasts as warm soft pillows of pleasure. She took to wearing a ladies' silk scarf which she would tuck into the neck of her blouse. Malcolm would go very quiet when she sat beside him wearing her scarf. It could be that he was gathering his courage, because on one very special night, he gazed up with adoration and asked in a voice trembling with emotion: "Mommy, pweathe make my fathe ath pwetty ath yourth." Then he asked: "Mommy darling, pweathe can Malcolm thit on your knee while you hold him?" Then he would gaze at her lips or into her eyes as she spoke to him about how lucky she was to have such a sweet, lovely boy.
She realised that her son's babyish face was even prettier than hers. His complexion became so much smoother and paler with regular use of cold cream, and she soon discovered that pale blue eye shadow and a thin line above and below each eye gave his expression a doe like sweetness that she fell in love with. How she adored spending the evening looking down into her beautiful baby's face, when his lips shone with pearled pink gloss between the white silk sides of a beautiful bonnet embroidered with blue flowers and bowed in blue satin beneath his chin.
But it was at this stage, when Malcolm finally left school and could spend all his time at home with his beloved mommy, that she discovered his liking for her panties and bras. He liked to stand beside her in his blouse and satin shorts as she prepared herself for the evening in front of her dressing table mirror. Increasingly he found that he wanted to run his fingers down the back of her panties where the silk or satin was stretched to its smoothest over the widest part of her bottom. She would hear little sighs of devotion hummed into her hair as he held his head against hers to breathe in her perfume, and felt his Mommy's body through her delicate panties. His little penis was always standing up nice and stiff.
"Are you saying 'I love you' to Mommy's pretty panties, darling?" she would ask, leaning her temple against his and milking him gently into another pair of her panties.
"Mmmmmm, yeth, Mommy," he would reply in a swoon of intimate feelings.
Before long her emotions would leap as she felt his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts through the satin of her bra. "Mommy is wearing a lovely bra tonight, isn't she darling?" she would say, and his fingers would grip more affectionately, clutching delicate fistfuls of motherly flesh in their skin of smooth satin.
"Mommy darling," he said on one memorable evening, "pweathe put lickel Dolly into your wuverley bwa and pantieth."
And so began the gradual Mommy'n'sissy changeover in the bedroom, from Malcolm's blue to Dolly's pink, with her little boysie wearing his Mommy's bra and panties with sometimes one of her satin blouses as well. "Does my lickel sweetie feel ever so girly in Mommy's pink blouse and panties?" she asked, noting the extremely stiff little point in Dolly's panties as she smoothed her hands over his bare legs and all round his blouse and panties.
"Mmmmmm - mmmmmmmmmmpphhh," Malcolm replied, parting his legs in his Mommy's lap for her to fondle the underneath of her panties where his little purse was longing for the attention of her fingers.
"Would Lickel Dolly like Mommy to make some weally pwetty lickel girly dwesses for her darling baby?"
He gasped with desire as he looked up into her smiling eyes and his eager tongue began to form a raspberry at his lips. Barbara knew with all her motherly instinct what he needed, and undoing the buttons of her blouse, she slipped down the cup of her bra and gave her little sweetheart the nipple that his lips so urgently needed.
Barbara wheeled the carriage through the gate and into the park. Dolly may have blubbered his misgivings when she had told him that morning what she had planned, but she would not be deterred. She simply had to show off her baby to every female he had ever known, starting with the cheerleaders of Maltby Highschool. Every one of them had played with him at one girls' party or another, and had discovered that inside his feminine, satin pants sat a dinky little organ of harmless, doll-like proportions. It was this very interesting little part of his anatomy which ensured that Malcolm Granville was repeatedly invited to these all-girl events. It became a thrilling game to entice their parents out of the room on some pretence or other which would lead to half an hour' uninterrupted enjoyment for the girls.
They would play games where Malcolm was held down by his arms and legs while exploring hands would unbutton his pretty shorts and expose his dreadfully inadequate bits and pieces. Or they would remove his shorts and hide them, so that they could pat his bottom or grab a handful of genitals and give him a sly little rub, and when he begged them to give him his shorts back again, they would allow him to wear their panties instead, taking it in turns to put him into the very pairs of party panties they pulled down their legs for the purpose.
It was these very madams that Malcolm was being brought to see on this summer's afternoon, especially Faith Holdsworth and Beth Marshall who always took it on themselves to be his minders and protectors. His heart was in his mouth as he saw the orange and white colours of the girls' uniforms, jumping and flashing with bursts of pom-poms. As usual, Mommy had him fastened into his buggy, his hands ribboned to his ankles so that his legs were wide apart and the prettiness of his baby bloomers and petticoats were on show. But on this occasion, just in case any of the girls
did hold a soft spot for her baby, she had a large message between his separated legs saying 'I AM A SISSY' to make clear Malcolm's lack of any sexual worth for a woman. She made straight for the touchline where she saw the girls in action.
At first they showed no recognition... except to remark on the size of that lady's baby. But then they saw the words... and his sissy notice drew the girls like a magnet. All eight girls gathered round the soppy baby, and then the realisation hit them.
"Malcolm! It's our Malcolm!" cried Faith, dropping her pom-poms and throwing herself to the grass beside his buggy. "But Malcolm... you're a baby! I didn't know you were a sissy and a baby, sweetheart. And look at your lovely, lovely bonnet: it says Dolly!" Her eyes rose to his mother, looking for answers.
"Malcolm so wanted to be my baby again," smiled his Mommy. "He wanted me to dress him in girls' panties and little petticoats and bras."
The whole group gasped with amazement that it could really happen to someone they knew, right here in Maltby High. Faith slipped her arms around her darling boyfriend's neck and held him so that he had to look into her eyes.
"Malcolm honey," she said softly, "if you want to be Dolly, then we'll all kiss you and make a big sissy fuss, because that's what you like, isn't it? Having us girls taking charge of your stiff little thimble." She slipped his pacifier from his mouth, then opened her mouth to and pressed it onto his to contain his trembling lips.
"Yes, and I've found it, haven't I Dolly?" cried Beth standing on the other side with her hand buried down the waist of his thick diaper, pretty nylon diaper cover and see-through plastic panties. "And ooooooooh it's ever so hard, sweetie. Even smaller than it was, girls; just this long," and her loose hand showed the tip of her thumb peeping from between her knuckles.
Every girl laughed and stood even closer round their boyfriend as Faith held his bonnet firmly and laid a long, smacking kiss on his lips as Beth's expert fingers fondled his 'thimble'until a few drops of cream dribbled out.
"Oh what a cute little baby you have, Mrs Granville," she grinned when she stood up, her lips wet and passionate. The rich smell of girls' sweat and deodorant surrounded little Malcome as arms and lips were everywhere. Rachel Smythe took Beth's place with her hand inside his diaper and soon another babyish cream discharge dribbled weekly out and still his miniscule penis stayed hard. In fact the girls soon found that two of them could feel his thimble at the same time, while another two enjoyed kissing Baby Dolly's nose and cheeks and lips while he gurgled helplessly, kicked out his legs and produced another little emission.
Barbara's bosom swelled with pride and pleasure to see her darling son so popular with the girls. Best of all, none of them would ever take the baby sissy away from her.
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