Changling

Stunned, he obediently raised his feet in turn and then the woman slowly, real slowly, drew the panties up his legs. Colin gave a sob of pleasure, followed by a long, low groan as the material caressed his thighs. Then his bottom was covered and, automatically, he reached down to lift the waistband over his cock. Auntie Doreen knocked his hand away, gently smiling up at him as she used her palm to hold it against his tummy as she slid the front of those lovely knicks into place.

‘You're a big boy, Colin,’ she said, her hand still covering his prick now nestling in it's feminine prison. ‘How old did you say you were?’

‘Ah.....sixteen.....Ma'am,’ Colin replied, acutely aware of that hand. The slightest movement would be enough to push him into an orgasm.

Perhaps Auntie Doreen sensed this, 'cos she moved her hand away and rose to her feet. Fondly she patted his cheek. ‘What a pretty boy!’ she exclaimed, ‘And so obedient. Hands up, now, and you can wear one of Doreen's nighties while I dry your clothes.’

Colin did as he was bid, and Auntie Doreen reached behind him to lift another garment from the bed. As she did so, her body pressed against his, causing the excited, stunned boy to give another groan. And then the nightie was dr**ed over his upraised arms and cascaded down his body. His first thought was that the nightie matched the panties, and then the soft, sensuous nylon brushed over his nipples and he had a new set of thrills to contend with. The woman stopped the fall of the nightdress briefly to tug the waistband of his knicks into place and then let it fall the rest of the way. The nightie was deep pink, reached to mid thigh, and had little bouffant sleeves that just about covered his shoulders. The sleeves, the yoke and the hem were edged in lace of a lighter pink, and the garment was gathered high on his chest.....just under where his boobs would have been. Then she stood back to admire her handiwork, at the same time uncovering the cheval glass that allowed Colin to see what he looked like.