Thank you, Mister Townshend

My mother was a teacher, and some of her former students from when we lived in a small town and she taught there had stayed in touch with her. One of them was Anne. Anne was a couple of years younger than me (I was 17). She was a big girl, loud, not very pretty, and she seemed to get everything wrong most of the time. The only reason she’s in this story is because sometimes she would come to visit my mother and stay for a few days, and once after she stayed, I was tidying the room she’d used and I found she had left a blue bra and panty set and a pair of high heels. I have no clue why she did that, and I don’t care, because I decided to make them my own. Exit Anne.

I was on holidays, and when my mother was at school teaching, I’d pull out her fur coat, slip into the bra and panties, put on the heels, gloss my lips with her lipstick, and parade in front of the mirror in the guest room. I got really turned on kissing my image in the mirror and it didn’t take me long to shoot a whopping load. This went on for a while until…Mr. Townshend came.

Mr. Townshend was a friend of the family and he’d come to stay to attend some conference or other for a few days. He was a total jerk, full of himself, always right. Don’t know why my mother was friends with him, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t stand the guy.

Anyway, he was staying in the guest room. I pretty much tried to stay out of his way, and he’d be out in the day as well so I still had the house to myself and dressed up and jerked off in front of the guest room mirror, and on the second day he was staying I shot my load in the bath towel he was using just to mess with him.

Then came day three. My mother and the jerk left pretty early and I’d been feeling really horny, so as soon as they’d gone I got the gear on, glossed my lips, strutted my stuff in front of the mirror, lay down on the bed, pulled my hard-on out of my panties and started stroking myself, eyes shut.

“Hello Richard, so tell me, what are you doing, and why are you doing it in my room?” 

Holy fuck! The jerk. What the fuck?????

“I forgot something I needed, and your mother had kindly given me the spare key. Does she know about this?”

It’s hard to know what to do when you’re caught like that, cock in hand in a fur coat, undies and high heels, and “keep on stroking” wasn’t going to cut it.

Silence.

“Does she”?”

“Er, no.” (What do you think, you fucking idiot. Oh Mum, I found some heels and underwear that Anne left in the spare room, but don’t worry, I’ll just hang onto them and use them to jerk off in. Yeah, sure.)

“You know, I’ve never liked you, Richard, you think you’re just too smart, and I’ve always thought you needed bringing down a little. Maybe now’s the time. Perhaps your mother needs to know that her wonderful little man is just a sad little sissy.”

My face said “don’t tell!!!!!!!!!!!”, and he read me.

“Don’t worry, let’s you and me have a little secret”, and as he walked towards me, I could see his cock getting bigger in his trousers.

“Our little secret, our little game. Would you like that?”

No fucking choice.

“Would you?””

No fucking choice at all.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please?”

“Yes, please who?”.

“Yes please Mister Townshend.”

”That’s better, much better. Richard. I think I might give the conference a miss today. What do you think? Is that a good idea?”

“Yes.”

”Yes who?”

”Yes Mister Townshend.”

“Good, you just stay there like a good sissy while I get more comfortable.”

So I stayed sitting on the bed as he took off his tie, then his jacket, trousers, shoes, socks, shirt, singlet, watch, right down to his ugly enormous white flannel underpants. Then he walked right in front of me until his underpants were in my face and I could just feel his hard-on trying to get out.

“Why don’t you pull these down for me, there’s a good sissy.”

Down came his underpants and out came his cock, hard as a fucking rock, dripping pre-cum, and actually pretty impressive.

“You know what to do Richard, don’t you”?”

”Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes Mister Townshend.””

“Then get on with it.”

I took his cock in my mouth and started to move my tongue around the tip, then gradually took him deeper and wiggled my tongue as I did.

“Well Richard, I see you’ve done this before. I suspected as much, but let’s get a move-on, eh?” and he grabbed my head and thrust his cock so hard that he came in no time. The he saw I still had his cum in my mouth.

“Be a good sissy and swallow for me, will you?”

And I did.

“Good, good. Now, go and fix your lipstick and make me some coffee.””

Man, was I busted, trapped, and totally screwed. Sure, but sucking the fucker actually wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it'd be, so I tidied up, made the coffee, and went back with it. 

No Mr. Townshend…

“I’m in here Richard. In your mother’s room.”

What the fuck?

“Bring the coffee here please.”

And there he was, seated on her bed, naked, getting another hard-on already.

“We’re going to have sex right here on mummy's bed in just a moment”, he said smiling, and he must have seen the look on my face, because he followed up with “We are, aren’t we? Right here, aren’t we?” What do you say?”

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

“Good, now, be a good little sissy and get me really hard first.”

And I was, and I did.

He stood up, stroked his cock a couple of times, flipped me on my stomach, and pulled my hips back so my arse was in the air.

“Oh, Richard, you do have such a lovely big arse, don't you, just like your lovely big mouth", and he slowly ran his hands over my plump white buttocks.

"You do want my cock inside you, don’t you Richard?”

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

“Then ask for it nicely.”

“Please fuck my arse Mister Townshend.”

“Good, I knew you wanted it. You’ve always wanted my cock really, haven’t you Richard”

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

“The tell me so.”

“I’ve always wanted your cock, Mister Townshend.”

“The ask for it nicely.”

“Please fuck me with your cock Mister Townshend.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

“Good, you see, Richard, you always get what you want if you ask nicely.”

And wasted no time drilling into me as hard as he could.

“Do….you…like…this…Richard?”” he blurted between thrusts.

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

“You...know...I…think we…can…be…very good…friends, you and I.”

And he grabbed my hips and picked up the pace, sticking his cock as deep as he could get it.

”Yes Mister Townshend.””

“Would you like that Richard?”

” Yes Mister Townshend.”

And he shot inside me.

“I thought you would.”

He pulled his cock out, pushed me down onto the bed, and turned me over.

"Now Richard, why don't you jerk off your little cock for me, just for fun.

"Yes Mister Townshend."

“Now, your mother said she was coming back for lunch, so why don’t you tidy up your little mess and pretend to be her golden boy again.”

Lunchtime.

Mother: “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be here. What about the conference?”

Mr. Townshend: “They changed the scheduling, so I’ve got the day free now.”

Mother: “That’s nice. Richard, why don’t you and Mister Townshend do something together this afternoon.?” (I narrowly avoid spurting a mouthful of food onto the table.)

Mr. Townshend: “”We’ve actually got to know each other better than ever this morning. Richard’s really been opening up to me, and he’s promised to keep going this afternoon.” (The food only just stays down again.)

Mother: “Lovely” (and as Mister Townshend excuses himself to go to the bathroom) “see, he’s really a very nice man, and for the life of me I really don’t know why you didn’t like him, but I’m so happy you're both getting along so well.”

Yeah, right.

Exit Mother for her afternoon classes.

Enter Mister Townshend naked again, followed by me minus the fur coat but with bra, panties and heels on and lips glossed again.

“You know Richard, I’m sure you’ve been through your mother’s underwear drawers. Why don’t we see what we can find?”

I had, and in a few minutes I was in a black bustier, garter belt, and stockings, and with a little more makeup than before.

“Lovely, Richard, just lovely. The perfect little sissy. I've got some school papers to grade and I just hate doing it, but it might be more fun if you help. What do you think?”

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

“Now, let’s go to the room with the big table. I think you can fit under there for me, can’t you.”

Yes Mister Townshend.”

“Good, this will be fun for both of us.”

The scene: Mister Townshend seated at the table, naked from the waist down and legs apart. Me between his legs, fondling his cock and balls, occasionally sucking him, licking his balls, stroking him, playing with his thighs, taking him in and out of my mouth, licking his pre-cum, until…….

“Richard, I need to stretch my legs, why don’t you come out for a little while too?”

“Yes Mister Townshend."

I unwind myself from under the table. Mister Townshend gives me a hand to steady me. I think he’s helping me (what a fucking idiot), but he spins me around, forces my head onto the table, spreads my legs, and starts rubbing his cock in my crack until it’s hard enough to ram in my arse. Man, this guy can fuck, even if he’s a jerk…and he comes again.

“Now, back to work. I needed that. Did you enjoy it too Richard?”

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

And back under the table I go.

“Oh, Richard, your mother will be back soon, but be a good sissy for me and keep her underwear on. She won’t notice, and you look so lovely in it.”

“Yes Mister Townshend.”

Cut to dinner time.

Mother: “So, how was your afternoon, what did you both get up to?””

Mister Townshend: “You know, I always thought Richard might just have something in common with some of the other young men I’ve mentored over the years, and I think I’ve found out today that he’s even more like them than I suspected.” (My warning light flashes.)

Mother: “Oh, that’s wonderful. I hope you can spend more time together over the next couple of days. When do you leave?”

“Well, they’ve asked me to stay on until next week, so I was wondering if I could stay here with you until then.”

Mother: “Yes, of course, we’d love to have you, wouldn’t we Richard?”

“Yes mum.”

So for the next week whenever we were alone, Mister Townshend used my mouth and my arse as much as he wanted, anywhere in the house he wanted, my mother’s underwear got washed way more than normal, and some of her makeup disappeared mysteriously. He also spent most nights in my bedroom, sneaking in after my mother went to sleep and going back to the guest room really early.

Fast-forward to Mister Townsend’s last day.

He thanks my mother for her hospitality.

Mother: ”Oh not at all, and I’m just delighted that you’ve hit it off so well with Richard this time. It’s a shame you can’t spend more time together as it’s hard for him not having a father.”

Mister Townshend: “You’re a lucky woman having a son like that. There’s so much more to him than I think you realize [I almost go into panic mode], and I’m only happy he decided to open himself to me.”

Mother: “Richard, isn’t that lovely? What do you say?”

“Thank you Mister Townshend”.