It really was not bad at all.
After another 20 seconds or so, she held the panties over his face once more and while they smelled strongly, he realized they somehow did not smell badly.
Not at all bad.
Carol noted that he was beginning to relax with it and then she saw it in his eyes.
Yes, he’s falling to it!
As she slowly lifted the panties from his face, he lifted his head, attempting to keep the fabric over his face so he could keep that incredible animal scent so he could maintain the pheromonal high.
Elliot was feeling a profound sexual need he did not understand at all. All he knew was that he needed more of that incredible scent.
Elliot felt it as an almost urgent need.
He continued with his mantra praying for the reward he simply needed to be Mother holding that scent to his face once again.
Again, she held it to his face.
Oh my god! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
If he could just taste it!
Elliot had never in his life even imagined a sense of urgent need as what he was now experiencing.
Of course I should please Mother.
After they’d been at this for about twenty minutes, Carol climbed off the bed and stood at its side facing her son. She removed her pajama bottoms and Elliot was captivated by his Mother’s partial nudity. Mother’s legs were long and muscular. Once more he imagined rubbing lotion on them as she sat at her feet. Mother’s pubic bush was full and majestic and a little intimidating to the boy.
Mommy.
He was breathless.
Carol slowly reached down and put her feet through the leg holes before slowly pulling the panties up to her crotch. For a moment, she kept them just down below her crotch while she stared at Elliot. Certainly he knew now they were her panties and he was overwhelmed by shame.
Oh my god, what’s wrong with me?
After a few beats, she slowly pulled them up and over her bush and into place. With that done, Elliot looked up at his mother.
In this eye to eye, there was so much said in silence. He’d had no idea she was holding her panties to his face but once he knew, it made sense to him. Elliot now knew what he needed.
Mommy’s smell. Oh my god! What the fuck is wrong with me?
This question was then set to repeat.
Looking displeased? Disappointed? A little exasperated? Yes, Carol effectively projected all of these sentiments at her adoring and in the moment, very lost little boy.
In this moment, he knew who he was. He knew he would always be powerless to his need. He was learning about addiction.
He needed Mommy.
“Okay now Elliot, we need to have ourselves a little talk. Before we do, stand up.”
Elliot complied.
“Look in the mirror.” Carol had a slim, floor to ceiling mirror on one wall. He beheld himself nude with a raging hard-on while standing next to his own mother. “Take a good look at yourself, Elliot. I’d say this is rather concerning, wouldn’t you?
What could he say? The boy was without words so he said something that would be oft repeated in so many interactions going forward:
“I’m sorry.”
“‘I’m sorry?’ is that all?”
“I don’t…” He really did not know what to say. Under the circumstances, Carol quite understood how her son would be speechless. She’d quite effectively devastated him.
“It seems to me we have one of two paths ahead of us, Ellie. The first option is to take this to Margret Harrington.”
Ms. Harrington was one of the school councilors. She was also the mother of Penny Harrington whom Elliot had a sweet, completely innocent crush on. Penny was very pretty. Ms. Harrington was also a famous gossip. Taking this to her was beyond social suicide.
This path suggested by his mother would effectively end in literal suicide.
“We can go to her and tell her the whole… unfortunate truth of it. ‘My son is a little boy, Margret. He’s one of those weird, little…I think they are being called panty-boys.'”
Swinging back to her son, “Did you know that’s what they are calling boys like you, Elliot?” Not waiting for a response from the shell shocked boy, “Panty-boys. There you have it, my son’s a panty-boy.
“We can take this to Margret and see what she has to say, what course she might present to us. I’m sure there will be years of therapy involved. I just hope this does not get around school.”
“Or, there might be another way…”
Elliot held onto hope, no matter how difficult. He felt as though he were hanging from a cliff and had seconds before his grip would give way.
“If you agree, I could keep you home and teach you. Since yesterday, I’ve done some reading about panty-boys.” This was some twisted truth. While she had done some reading out of some of Michele Lanza’s books, she’d been studying those for quite some time.
“I’m afraid there is going to be some challenge for you going forward, Elliot. You are different. I’m trying to keep an open mind… I’m trying not to judge you myself. Ellie, you are not a man.”
Elliot was already so far past thunderstruck. At the moment, he did not really care about not being a man. All he could do was to cling to this promised way forward, a way other than social exposure. He’d ruminate on his failings plenty while going forward.
My own mother!
“There aren’t many, but there seems to be a small but growing number of women who are choosing panty-boys instead of men. There is a way forward for you, Elliot, but it will not be as a man. It can’t be helped.”
Despite his ongoing mortification, Elliot found his voice, “Why…why are they…we called panty… panty…”
“Panty-boys, Elliot. You are a panty-boy.”
Somehow the young man felt suddenly branded.
They are called panty-boys because they are not men and could never live up to the obligations of manhood. Some of the women who keep panty-boys also think of them as sissies or little girly-boys. Some even get girl’s names. Panty-boys assume the traditional role of a dutiful and obedient wife. Little girls wear panties so…”
Elliot was thunderstruck. His expectation of life had been, taken from him.
Yet it’s all my fault!
Elliot began crying just then and his mother had to somehow conceal her rapture.
Carols eyes were at half mast just then and the relaxed pleasure was unmissable.
“Are you sure, Mom?”
“It’s Mother or Mommy from now on, Elliot. Am I sure…what?”
“That I’m one of those, panty…panty-boys.” The term offended his sensibilities. The idea that he could be one was beyond comprehension.
“Elliot, please consider what has transpired over the last twenty four hours. I’ve given you every opportunity to prove otherwise.”
He’d rather not but it was unavoidable. He grew hard for his mother as she gave him a play spanking. As she held his cock, he told her he thought she was so pretty and he remained hard for her. He’d gone on about how Mommy should spank his naughty bottom anytime he deserved it and once again, he remained hard in her firm grip. He’d remained hard while thinking about pleasing Mother as she held her panties to his face.
“Elliot, do grown men become erect for their own mother?”
Quietly, “No.”
“But you did, didn’t you?”
He was predictably speechless.
“Do grown men find their penis gets all hard when their mommy spanks them? Do they actually make a cummie on Mommy’s knee the way you did? Do Grown men make a little boy accident while just talking about how pretty Mommy is or how much they just have to obey Mommy? Answer me, Elliot.”
He’d just reviewed all these questions himself.
“No, Mom…I mean Mother.”
“You have no idea how disappointing this is to me. You have no idea how much shame you bring to this family, young man.”
“Do we have to go to see Ms. Harrington?”
“No, we do not. As I’ve said, I am willing to make the necessary sacrifices to teach you another way. Things are going to be different. I may or may not be willing to even let you go to school anymore. If you are extremely lucky, we might be able to find you the right kind of woman for you, but you will need to be ready. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Mother.” He was terrified, but at least there was this one way forward.
“You will see a different side of Mommy, Elliot and at times, it might seem difficult, but you will be assuming the position of a young obedient wife while in this house. I will still be your mother, you will call me such, but you will have the duties of an obedient, young, eager, submissive wife. In addition to being my son, you will always be the little wifey. Do I make myself clear.”
Wide eyed, “Yes, Mother.”
“Come,” she beckoned.
Standing before her, she stepped right up to him. “I will teach you everything you need to know in order to be a good, little wifey. On your knees.”
Staring into her eyes, he felt himself sink into despair as he dropped to his knees before his mother. She was supremely imperious in all this and he was captivated by her. As he realized where he was, he dropped his gaze to his Mother’s perfect crotch which just then was adorned in the panties she’d been holding over his face, the very panties mother wore the day before as she performed a very rigorous and sweaty work out.
Looking back up to Mommy, he saw the look that he could only think of as one of expectation.
“What would a good panty-boy do, Elliot?” His gazed dropped once more to Mother’s crotch. The panties were black lace and while they contained her well, he could see her pubic bush pushing out at the fabric. “What do you want to do? What do you think you should do? What feels like the most natural thing in the world to you, Ellie?” Mother wore the most superior, closed mouth smile.
He knew if he got just one whiff, he’d be lost forever. There was simply no coming back from this. With tears streaming, “Mommy, please…”
Mommy, please, what? Please don’t make me? Please let me? The thing is, Elliot was not sure what he was pleading for either.
With the most superior and bitchy utterance Elliot could imagine, Mother said, “Kiss.”
Elliot leaned in, while still crying and kissed the front panel of Mother panties. Perhaps instinctively, as his knowledge of female anatomy was comically limited, he lowered himself more so he could kiss up to her crotch. While locking eyes, Eliot kissed his mother pussy, right through her panties. And he was right. He could smell her and he was lost…forever.
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