CHAPTER 18

Chapter 18: Breaking in Bethany

After class, we all went our separate ways. Vanessa went to clean the guy's locker room - of course, that included showing her tits and saying the 'password,' allowing Scott to get yet another picture of my girlfriend's natural tits and smiling face.

I would be heading home to start on my chores, but as I was leaving class, I overheard Brad and James talking about how hot it'd be to see Mrs. Hunter changing in her office. Brad was always saying something crude and degrading about women - half the time about my mom - and usually, I would ignore him. Hearing him talk about spying on Mrs. Hunter, however, sent a shiver down my spine. Somehow it gave me an uneasy feeling, like whatever plan they hatched was going to end up as bad news for me. I ducked away, trying to stay out of their view and hurrying to the parking lot to go home. I knew there would be another long list of chores waiting for me at home.

Meanwhile, Bethany was at home alone, preparing for the evening. She'd never had sex, and she didn't know what to expect. Half of her still couldn't believe it was real. She grabbed the video camera off the shelf. She'd always imagined her first time would be something romantic, maybe on the beach after a horseback ride through the meadow. She set the video camera up in her bedroom, facing her bed.

Her cell phone rang. It was Victoria. "Hello?"

"Hey there, little movie star!" Bethany's heart fluttered. Getting a phone call from Victoria, along with a nickname. Bethany was already starting to feel like one of the girls. "Is he there yet?"

"No, nobody's here," Bethany answered nervously.

Bethany heard a girl's voice on the other end of the phone: "Ask her if she shaved her pussy!"

"Shut the fuck up Chelsea, you stupid cunt," Victoria answered playfully and Chelsea broke into a fit of laughter. Victoria resumed speaking into the phone, "So, do you have everything set up?"

"Y-yes, I set the camera up in the bedroom," Bethany answered nervously, wondering if maybe she should have shaved her private parts.

"Great. Are you wearing something cute?"

"Umm, no?" Bethany looked down at her outfit. "Just what I was wearing at school today."

"Oh my God, you need to change into something sexy. You know, like some lingerie."

"I don't own anything like that," Bethany answered nervously.

"What about your mom? You said your parents were out, right? Maybe you should see if she has anything in her underwear drawer."

"What!? My mom's?"

"Yea. I'm just trying to help you. You don't want the guy to take one look at you and then walk away. Claire had to go through a lot of friends to finally find one who was willing to stick it in you."

Bethany cringed. Did Victoria purposely sound so mean? Maybe it just didn't sound right over the phone. She did call her own best friend a 'stupid cunt' only a few seconds before. "So," Victoria continued speaking, "go take a look through your mom's drawer and see if she has anything sexy. At least some sexy underwear if not lingerie. I'm sure she has something sexy she puts on before your dad porks her each night."

Bethany cringed harder but agreed to look through her mom's underwear drawer. She didn't like how mean Victoria was being, but she reminded herself that the cheerleader was doing her a favor. It was THE Victoria, she could speak to anyone however she wanted.

Bethany perused through the drawer, calling out the different items until Victoria heard one she liked. Black, lace, frilly, matching panties and bra. "Perfect. Try it on, see if it fits. And see if you can find some black heels, too. Oh, and if you haven't done it yet: Make sure you give yourself an enema, too." Bethany swallowed hard.

Chelsea whispered to Victoria, "Dressing the piggy up to be all pretty before it gets fucked?" Both girls giggled cruelly.

Soon, Bethany was all dolled up in the black underwear, heels, and a spray of her mom's perfume. She even had time to go into the bathroom and carefully shave between her legs and gave herself an enemy like Victoria had suggested. She wasn't sure why she needed an enema since she wouldn't be doing any anal sex, but she thought it would be wise to go ahead and do it anyway. Victoria seemed very experienced and must know best. More than once she almost talked herself out of it. More than once she reminded herself how badly she wanted to be popular. Soon, she'd be walking up and down the halls beside Victoria and Chelsea, one of the queens of the school. She heard a ring on the doorbell.

She wrapped herself in a robe and found a guy in his early 20s, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She was hoping it'd be one of the guys from the football team, and she didn't realize it at the time, but he was. Sort of. He had been on our school's football team as a linebacker three years earlier. He had since graduated and Bethany had never met him.

"So, you're Bethany?" He asked, looking her up and down in the robe. She nodded shyly.

"Nice." He licked his lips, getting a look at her cleavage as the robe slid slightly open. "Very nice. So, you going to let me in?"

She stepped back and let the young guy inside, leading him into her bedroom, but not before getting him some lemonade. When they walked into the bedroom, the young guy set his glass on her dresser. "So, let's see what you've got hidden under that robe."

Claire had picked her friend carefully. The guy had no reservations - he was always known as a horndog, and he knew exactly why he was here - to make a sex tape. "Mmm," he said as she pulled the robe back. "I think kitty is ready for her treat!" The guy knew he could help himself and took no hesitation in stepping behind the shy girl and putting his hands on her. She offered no resistance and let him feel her up.

She closed her eyes and tried to think about the romantic horse ride and beachside lovemaking as she felt the football player's hands roam over her body, stopping at her breasts.

"A nice full pair of tits," the guy muttered as he squeezed Bethany's most intimate features. He pulled the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor before squeezing her ass. "Mmm, and a juicy ass," he said hungrily, his dick growing hard in his pants.

"Th-thank you," the girl answered, reaching over and switching 'on' the video camera.

"Oh yes, this will do nicely," the guy said, roaming his hands over her hips and then spanking her ass. She flinched from the spanking, but still offered no resistance, and soon he was guiding the young girl onto her back on the bed, her legs spread towards the young stranger. "This is gonna be a great ride, I love high school girls," he said as he unzipped his pants. Bethany's eyes widened as she saw the big, erect cock.

"But wait, what about a condom?" She asked cautiously.
 
"Oh no, we don't need a condom. Those never fit me right anyway."

"But..." She remembered all the warnings from her parents and sex teachers: always use protection. Unlike most girls her age, she wasn't on any kind of birth control.

"C'mon, don't be a prude. You have nothing to worry about."

"But I'm not on birth control, I could get pregnant," she said sheepishly, looking away from the camera with embarrassment.

"Ahh, I won't cum inside. Don't worry. I'm the king of pulling out. I'll cum on your stomach when I'm ready. Besides, that'll make a really hot sex tape."

"Are you certain?" She asked nervously.

"Promise," he answered confidently and slid his large dick against her black panties.

The feeling of his large, hard dick excited her and helped persuade her quickly. "Oh my God! Okay," she answered, feeling a surge of heat rush between her heart and her legs, her pulse quickening from touching the hard prick. She'd never experienced anything like this before, and she found herself unexpectedly craving for the large member. "Put it inside me," she breathed heavy, feeling a surge of confidence. It was past time for her to be with a man. She wanted it. Bad.

The guy smiled, rubbing his dick between her legs and repeating, "This is why I love high school girls!" He slid her underwear aside, revealing a pair of plump, juicy pussy lips, which he promptly shoved his thick member into. "Ohhh," Bethany moaned loudly, unexpecting the overwhelming sensation of a well-hung stud taking her virginity.

The guy reached over and grabbed the camera, aiming it down towards her face and telling her to look into it while she moaned. She did as she was instructed, looking straight into the camera and trying to make a good sex tape for her 'friends'.

"Oh yes, this pussy feels great. Let's get these tits out," and he pulled her bra down, letting both her tits pop out for the camera. They began jiggling up and down over her chest as the young buck continued thrusting into her spread pussy. The girl's moans got louder as the young guy continued thrusting for a while before grabbing the camera off the tripod. He held the camera in front of his face, looking down POV style at the girl below him. "Bethany's sex tape, volume one," he said into the camera as he continued recording, moving the camera up and down her body to capture every inch of her, from her pussy lips spread around his cock to her moaning face, and the pair of jiggling tits beneath her chin. "Wave and say hello, Bethany!"

"Oh, oh, oh," the young girl continued moaning, trying to continue looking into the camera obediently. She held up fingers and let out a "hullow" in between her pants and moans. She felt so naughty and used, wearing her mom's underwear and letting a complete stranger fuck her. After another moment, the thrusting came to a halt, and Bethany looked up confused. "What's wrong?"

"Mmm, it's time for the second part," the guy instructed, pulling his dick out of the girl's pussy and setting the camera back on the tripod.

"Second... Part?"

"Yea, roll over and get on all fours," he instructed. "It's time to use your other
 hole."

"What! Not that!" Bethany gasped but continued getting on all fours anyway until she was bent over, doggy style.

"You want to make a good sex tape, right?" He asked as he stepped behind her. "Well, all sex tapes have anal nowadays. It's the norm."

"But..." The poor girl was overwhelmed. Between having her virginity taken so suddenly, and now being asked to give up her anal cherry, she didn't know how to respond. Now she knew why Victoria instructed her to have an enema. The guy grabbed her hip and repositioned her so that she was on all fours with her face pointing towards the camera, and her ass away from it.

"I even brought lube," the guy said, squeezing a squirt onto his dick. "You want to be popular, right?" He asked her in an almost whisper. She bit her lower lip, and responded nervously, "yes..."

"You'll do anything to be popular like Victoria, right?"

"Y-yes," Bethany answered, relenting to the young guy's persistence.

The guy smiled. "I love high school girls," he whispered to himself once again before pressing the tip of his oiled up cock against her tight anus.

"Now, look up into the camera, and say 'I love anal!'" The girl looked up into the camera, feeling the large cockhead straining against her tight opening, and she repeated the words: "I love--" and right as she said the last word she felt the large cockhead spread her open and force it's way inside, causing her to scream the last word, "ANAL!"

Her ass burned as the thick cock spread her open and worked it's way inside. The young guy started thrusting - slowly at first, but quickly working into a fast, hard rhythm - moaning about how good it felt as he worked his dick in and out of her little hole, grabbing a handful of her brunette hair and pulling it back to reveal her face for the camera, her two large tits continuing to swing freely below.

"Oh yeah, you're a great fuck," he said as slapped his hand against her ass, making her squeal and moan. "I'll come by and stuff your little anal hole any time," he said cruelly, while still working his dick in and out, purposely stretching her ass as much as he could.

"Fuck, your gaping," he said loudly as he pulled his dick out of her backdoor.

"I-I am?" She asked, panting for breath and completely unsure what he meant.

"Yes, quick, show the cam." He spun her around on the bed and shoved her head into the mattress, letting the camera get a nice, close view of her puckering cherry. Her asshole had already sealed back up, but the guy was quick to hop up on the bed and slide his cock back into her hole, pulling it out quickly for the camera to see. Sure enough, her tight little asshole was now loose and stretched and remained gaped open for about three seconds after he pulled his cock out. She was going to be very 'popular' after this, indeed.

She lay there motionlessly, her head against the mattress, silently letting the guy slide his dick in and out of her ass however he pleased, her gaping ass winking at the camera. "Wow, your very first sex tape, and you're already gaping anally." She didn't know how to respond. "Congratulations," he said sarcastically.

"Th-thank you?" she answered, feeling the guy rotating between penetrating her ass with his dick and fingers, stretching her open as wide as he could. "No problem." Her ass burned as the young guy stretched it open, but she did her best to clench her teeth and bear it. Having the guy roughly shoving his cock into her asshole felt like such a distance from the romantic, tender lovemaking that she'd imagined her first time would be like.

"Fuck, your dirty holes are getting me close to cumming," the guy announced as he mercilessly slid his dick balls deep into her ass.

"Your ass is too stretched out. I think I'll put it back into your pussy for a little while until I'm ready to cum." He slid his cock out and rotated her onto her back with her side facing the camera, just like they'd started out.

"O-okay," she answered, allowing him to move her into whatever position he liked. "But don't cum inside my pussy, I'm not on birth control," she asked pleadingly.

"Yea I'll pull out," he answered once again as Bethany laid trustingly on her back, her legs spread for the young stud. Once again, he slid his long dick between her legs, causing them both to begin moaning.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he muttered, his thrust quickening. "Mmm it's so warm and your pussy is gripping me so tight," he said, grunting loudly. She felt his pace getting faster and faster, his dick sliding balls deep into her lovehole over and over. She could tell he was getting close to cumming from how his breathing and moans were quickening and he began thrusting rapidly. "Don't forget to pull out," she reminded him once more in between her quick, breathy moans.

"Don't worry about it! Mmm your wet cunt feels so good," he moaned once more, and Bethany began to wonder when he was going to pull out. She could tell from his rapid, ceaseless thrusting that his orgasm must be very, very close.

He gripped the sides of her waist tightly and began moaning as he rammed his dick as deep as it would go quicker, quicker, then finally shoving it as deep in as it would go and holding it inside her. "Ohhh fuck your pussy feels so great," he moaned loudly, his dick buried as deep as it could go inside her vagina. She felt the warmth filling her body as his balls tightened and emptied, his sperm draining inside her womb.

He continued holding her waist tightly as he dumped his load inside her, giving a few last final thrusts as her tight pussy milked the last of his cum inside her body. "Oh fuck, oh no, not inside," she whispered helplessly, but her body was completely drained and out of breath. All she could do was lay there with her arms by her side as the man emptied the last of his balls into her warm, fertile womb.

"Ohhh, nooo... I..." She panted between words, "thought you were... going to... pull out..."

The man sat back, withdrawing his wet, spent cock from the girls pussy. "Mmm yea, your pussy just felt too great, I couldn't pull out," he answered unsympathetically. He whacked his dick over her juicy, used cunt. "Well, that was great, thanks I guess," and he stood up and began pulling his pants back on.

"But... Wait..." Her body felt so heavy, all she could do was lay there as the guy continued getting dressed. She felt the warmth swimming inside her womb as she panted.

"Well, see ya around," he said impatiently as he stepped into his shoes, sniffed, and walked out the door.

"But... What's your name?" She called out, but the guy didn't respond. She continued laying on the bed, panting, as she heard the car start outside and drive away. She looked down at the warm mess between her legs. She put her fingers into her spread, gaped cunt. The sperm was already buried deep, deep inside her. "Fuck," she whispered, collapsing back on the bed, her thoughts swimming through her head at a mile a minute.

CHAPTER 16

Chapter 16: Bra shopping with the MILF

"C'mon, next we're going over here," Claire said, leading us towards a specific section of the mall.

"Vanessa, why are you carrying your bags? That's what milksop is for," Chelsea reminded her.

"Oh. Right. Thanks, honey," Vanessa said as she handed me the shopping bags. I followed a few steps behind the four girls, carrying all their shopping bags and items. The four of them did look great walking through the store with nothing but their purses around their arms, and me following behind, carrying all their stuff like a pack mule.

"Just this way," Claire said as she led us on, looking carefully through the shop windows as we walked. I could tell she was looking for something in particular but I wasn't sure what, until I saw her face light up.

"Here," she said excitedly, leading us into a higher end woman's store. There were typical woman's outfits - tight-fitting jeans, dresses, and all different styles of outfits. Claire led us straight to the back of the store, where the woman's panties and bras were located. Unlike the previous store, these were all expensive and classy, silk and nylon. They weren't nearly as slutty or trashy as the ones Vanessa had bought for herself.

"Oh look who it is, it's milksop's mom," Claire said as we all five turned a corner to see my mom standing in the middle of the lingerie aisle, holding up a red velvety bra. The cup sizes were huge and my mom was holding it up against her chest looking in a mirror. "Oh hi, girls," she said, turning to greet us. I felt a little aggravated at lumped together with 'the girls'.

Victoria answered, "Hi, BB, we were just trying to pick out something nice for Vanessa to wear when we ran into you."

"This is one of my favorite stores," my mom answered. There was a pile of shopping bags filled with clothes that my mom had already bought - mostly new pairs of tight-fit jeans that could accommodate her new, fuller ass - but there were also a few tops and skirts that she couldn't help but buy when she saw how cute they looked.

"All the staff has been SO attentive today," she continued, "One gentleman that works here has already stopped by three different times to ask if I needed any assistance! They're just so nice!"

"Yes, I love this place," Victoria answered, "and that bra looks great!"

"Aww, thanks! You think so?" My mom answered, looking back into the mirror.

Victoria approached my mom and looked into the mirror. "Yes, the red looks so great against your blonde hair."

My mom was beaming, a lock of her gold hair lying against the red bra.

"Doesn't it look so good?" Victoria asked Vanessa, who readily agreed.

"You would look so good with blonde hair, too," Victoria suggested. My girlfriend's mouth opened. "You think so?"

"Oh yes, let me see," Victoria suggested, standing Vanessa beside my mom in front of the mirror. She grabbed a matching red bra of Vanessa's cup size and held it in front of Vanessa's chest. My mom and Vanessa both looked amazing standing side by side in front of the mirror, holding the red bra's up to their chests. "This is kind of fun, shopping together," my mom whispered to Vanessa as they both stood there looking at themselves in the mirror, the red bra's held up against their shirts.

"Now imagine if you had blonde hair too," said Victoria as she brushed a lock of Vanessa's dark hair over her shoulder. "It would look so good with that red bra."

Victoria leaned forward to whisper into Vanessa's ear as she gazed into the mirror. "Brad's favorite color is red, you know..."

Vanessa's eyes widened as she looked at the red bra, imagining presenting herself to Brad with golden blonde hair like my mom's. The thought made her warm.

It was Claire's turn to play the suggestive temptress. "I agree with Victoria. You both look so cute in those matching bra's!" Vanessa and my mom both silently remembered the shared blowjob they'd given Brad a few evenings prior. Neither of them considered it a threesome - after all, it was just training to help Vanessa's technique - regardless, it made both of their cunts tingle as they stood side by side now, picking out matching bras and thinking about that evening.

"I think we should try them," my mom suggested with a charming smile. She was already getting excited at the thought of wearing them together for Brad. Vanessa quickly agreed.

"Milksop, you better stand outside. It's not appropriate for you to see your mom and girlfriend trying on bra's."

"Yes, Claire's right," my mom agreed. "You should wait outside until we're done trying on underwear."

I tried pouting but my mom completely ignored me as I walked outside. There weren't any benches nearby so I was left standing, trying to look in a window. I felt so left out as I saw my mom and Vanessa walk into the dressing area. I saw the three cheerleaders group up in a circle, whispering and laughing together mischievously after my mom and Vanessa left. The girls really had it out for Vanessa and loved degrading both her and my mom into slutty, unrespected bimbos. I could see the mischevious, cruel look in the girl's eyes as they spoke about my mom and Vanessa, but there was nothing I could do except stand there watching like a doofus holding all their shopping bags.

"Next we should convince her to get fake lip injects, just like milksop's mom the 'Bimbo Bitch'" Victoria said to her two companions.

"Yes, talk her into getting a pair of huge, oversized, dick-sucking lips, so guys will use her face like a second vagina," Chelsea agreed maliciously.

"I hope milksop like's kissing pussy because it's going to feel like kissing a fat wet pussy every time he kisses her mouth," Claire added with a laugh.

Vanessa and my mom were in neighboring stalls, chatting as they stripped off their tops. "This is so fun, shopping together! It's been a while since I went out shopping with ladies!"

"It is!" Agreed Vanessa, "Claire and Victoria have helped me pick out lots of outfits and underwear."

"Ugh, you're so lucky," my mom answered, slipping the sundress down her shoulders. "I would kill to have a group of cheerleaders give me fashion advice. I have to spend a lot of time reading fashion magazines and watching shows to keep up with what's stylish."

"Yea, I never really thought about that. They helped me pick out a whole lot of panties and bras to wear to school. I guess I am really lucky they're telling me what to buy!"

"Yes, cheerleaders always know the best fashion and styles. Heck, I bet they even set most of the trends! I would definitely listen to everything they tell you to wear. And dying your hair blonde, huh? Well, want to know a secret?"

"Yes, definitely!" Vanessa asked excitedly as she unclipped her bra and let it fall off her chest.

"I dye my hair blonde, too."

"Really? I thought your hair was natural!"

"Thank you! Well, I am a natural blonde, but I dye it to be even lighter and shinier. Sarah, my makeup artist, said it would look even more golden and that viewers would like it, and she was right. I get lots of compliments, and it's important to look above and beyond when I'm on camera," my mom said as she slid the giant cup size bra over her fake tits.

"Maybe I'll look into some blonde hair dye myself," Vanessa answered as she also finished strapping on her red bra.

"I think you should. The cheerleaders said it would look stylish on you, and I think they know best. And, as they said, I think Brad would enjoy it, too. You'll need to step it up in pleasing him these next few days until my breasts heal up to one hundred percent. Wearing some sexy new outfits and dyed blonde hair would help that I think!"

"Yes, you're right," Vanessa answered thoughtfully. Brad had a very high sex-drive and since he wouldn't be able to use my mom to relieve himself, Vanessa was going to have to work two times as hard to keep him satisfied.

"Ready?" My mom asked as she took one last look at herself in the mirror.

"Ready!" Answered Vanessa.

The two girls stepped out of their changing stalls and stood in the larger changing room to show each other the red bra's. Both bras fit perfectly, covering up the girls' nipples while showing plenty of the fat jugs, pushing them up slightly to make them appear full and tempting - Vanessa with her natural, full tits and Becky with her fake round ones.

"Wow, your breasts do look amazing," said Vanessa, amazed. Seeing the large round breasts up close and personally made her realize their power. She knew Brad and the other guys were going to want to squeeze and touch them, and my mom's fake ass just added to the appeal.

"Thank you, sweetie," my mom answered proudly. Just then, the three girls walked in to admire the view.

"Oh my gosh, those tits look even better than I realized," Chelsea said with a smile.

"Yes! Oh, and that's a great choice of a bra. Nice and low-cut, so you can really show them off. It's empowering!" Victoria agreed excitedly.

My mom beamed proudly. It did feel empowering! She couldn't help but grab the bra and adjust it even lower, showing off more of her round tits. This bra was definitely going to get purchased - for both girls.

Soon the cheerleaders were offering up lots of advice to my mom for what to buy. Becky found herself seeking approval from them. Maybe it was because they reminded her of herself when she was part of the cheerleader clique 20 years ago, maybe it was because cheerleaders were the height of fashion queens, or maybe it was just because they were so young, beautiful and popular - either way, my mom found herself yearning for the girls approval.

I entered the store once to ask if I could come back in, but the girls it was inappropriate for me to see my mom picking out bras and underwear. My mom agreed and told me to set the bags down and then sent me off to the nearby video game store until they came and got me. I felt pretty worried
 about leaving my mom and Vanessa alone in the hands of the cheerleaders, but I didn't have much of a choice. My mom's words were final. So much for enjoying a shopping trip with my girlfriend.

"You definitely want to be wearing something lowcut, BB, to go with your new upgraded assets. No point in paying for them just to hide them," Claire hinted. She held up a pink and black balconette bra. "How about this?"

Before my mom could answer, Victoria chimed in, "Great choice, Claire! Also, I bet this would compliment your features perfectly!" She held up a plunging push-up bra that looked like it might be intended for a cup size much smaller than my moms.

Soon, my mom was in the back trying them on. The bra's here were much nicer (and more expensive) than anything they'd picked out Vanessa, but they told her that was because these just weren't her style. Vanessa was fine with that and just enjoyed being part of the group, quietly following along and trying to learn fashion ideas as they picked out underwear for my mom.

"I don't know, this one might be a little small," my mom said worriedly as she stepped out from behind the curtain. The push-up bra did a fine job of lifting her round tits and making them appear even larger, but it also barely covered her pink areolas and her nipples threatened to slip out at any moment.

"Oh, what? It looks like a perfect fit," Claire said confidently, hiding a smirk.

"Definitely! I agree with Claire. I think we found your new cup size," Victoria agreed. "But maybe we should get a professional opinion. Chelsea, go get one of the staff so we can ask them."

"Oh no, that's alri-" But Chelsea left before my mom could finish talking.

"No don't worry," Victoria said reassuringly, "I get the staff to help all the time when measuring new bras or panty sizes. They all get trained for exactly this sort of thing, so it doesn't hurt to get their opinion."

"Got one!" Chelsea announced, slipping through the curtain to the dressing area with her big, mischevious grin, and a staff member following in tow.

Chelsea had picked out the youngest staff she could find - so young in fact that he looked like he was probably still in high school, working part-time. He looked as far from a seasoned professional as you could get. The boy's jaw dropped when he saw the sexy cheerleaders standing around the gorgeous MILF with her huge rack barely concealed behind the tiny push-up bra.

My mom felt self-conscious with the young boy gawking at her in her skimpy bra, her breasts visibly rising and straining against the tight fabric as she breathed. Victoria, however, acted like it was completely natural, and she strode behind my mom while saying confidently, "Great. BB is thinking of buying this bra, but she's worried it reveals too much. I told her it looks perfect, but she wanted a man's opinion."

"Oh fuck," the boy whispered under his breath as Victoria stepped behind my mom and lightly grabbed the sides of the bra, adjusting them slightly and making my mom's round tits jiggle for the young lad. My mom assumed the jiggling was a technique to help the 'professional' measure the proper size of the bra, so she stood still and smiled while the young guy stared at her tits.

"So, whaddya think? Is the bra too small? Do you think she needs to cover them up more?" asked Victoria, sticking her tongue out playfully behind my mom's back.

"Wow, nooo, definitely not! It looks perfect!" The boy answered eagerly, feeling a rush of blood to his crotch.

"Oh, good! There, you see?" Victoria asked, letting go of my mom's bra straps. "It's supposed to fit a little small, but that is the perfect cup size for you."

"Yes, you sure were right," my mom admitted, feeling somewhat relieved and thankful that she had such a stylish expert to shop with.

Claire had to grab the boy by the shoulder and basically drag him out of the room to break his attention off my mom's rack.

Victoria answered my mom playfully but a little cocky, "I know." She then picked up the pile of unpurchased bra's that they had picked out and handed them to the brunette cheerleader. "Chelsea, go put all these back and change them out with the new cup size."

"Okay," Chelsea answered joyfully, excited about changing them out for the new, smaller bra size for my mom to wear. Becky was going to look like a right-fashioned bimbo slut when they were through with her.

"I'm so jealous," Chelsea said as my mom slipped back into her changing stall. "Your body looks amazing, and you're going to look gorgeous when you get your Collagen injections."

My mom couldn't help but smile to herself as she put her outfit back on, puffing her lips into the mirror as she thought about how good it felt to make someone as young and sexy as Chelsea jealous.

They continued shopping over an hour before my mom announced she'd have to get going. "Milksop still has a list of chores to do at home, and I think he still has some homework, too."

The girls all feigned disappointment, but really they were glad to have some alone time to work on Vanessa. They were going to take her to the hair salon and see if there was an opening to have her hair bleached blonde, all the while talking to her about getting lip injects like my mom.

After all, what would scream 'I'm a slut' louder than a Latina walking through the school hallways with bleached blonde hair, plump dick-sucking-lips, a neon bra visible through her thin top, a pair of thigh-high boots, and a miniskirt so short that you could see the back of her panties with the words 'Blowjob Queen' written across the back. The girls' plan was well underway.

It was easy to convince her to pull the trigger on the blonde hair. "Everyone know's that Brad prefers blondes. How surprised do you think he'll be when you climb into the back seat of his car tonight, with blonde hair?"

A naughty smile crossed her face, but she felt a little pang of guilt for nearly forgetting about me. "What about milksop?"

"You mean babydick?"

"Umm... Yeah, of course. Do you think he'd prefer blonde too?" Vanessa answered shyly.

"Umm, to be honest, I think milksop cares more about other things," Claire answered.

The cryptic answer confused Vanessa. "What do you mean?"

Claire let out a knowing, curious chuckle. Her eyes told Vanessa that she had a secret. "Let's just say, you should have a look at his computer next time you're at his house."

"C'mon, tell me!" Vanessa begged.

"Hehe, nope, you'll have to see it for yourself. Let's just say that babydick has a very special preference." The cheerleaders all laughed knowingly before turning to the lady at the hair salon. "Good evening, our friend here is interested in having her hair dyed bleached blonde and wants to see if there are any appointments open soon?"

I was in the video game store over an hour before my mom finally came to get me. I was reading an article in a magazine about the latest new video game when I looked up and saw her walking in the door and all the nerds in the store turned to look in awe at the blonde MILF with her large rack stuffed into her tight sundress.

"Damn!" I heard one kid whisper as my mom called me over to head home.

"Where's Vanessa and the other girls?" I asked, not seeing them around.

"They wanted to take her to do some last minute shopping for some hair products," my mom answered. "I told them we'd have to get going home because you still had a lot left to do on your chore list."

She was right. I still had to wash the windows and fold and put away my mom's laundry, as well as finish some of Brad's homework. The guys continued staring as my mom turned around, giving all of them a view of her fake ass implants as we walked out of the store.

The last text I got that night was a message from Vanessa with nothing but a bunch of hearts and red lips. A little virtual kiss, letting me know she'd finished Brad's blowjob.

CHAPTER 15    1/2

Chapter 15: Sunday at the mall

Sunday morning, I found the list of chores pinned to the fridge. My mom must have put it there before going to sleep. Looks like she really was taking it seriously! The first chore was to make her breakfast and have it ready when she got out of her shower. She'd spent so many mornings cooking breakfast for me in the past, it only seemed fair that I start doing it in return for her. She had directions laid out for cutting up some strawberries and mixing it with granola and yogurt for a healthy, low-fat breakfast.

I scanned over the list of chores. Pick up her towel and dirty clothes off her bathroom floor, make her bed while she ate, do a load of her laundry... Seems like she had lots of ideas to train me into being a better boyfriend for Vanessa. I already heard her shower going, so hurried and got started.

"Good morning, honey!" She said in her sing-song voice as she stepped out of her bedroom. Her blonde hair was shining and she was already wearing a bright white sundress for our day of shopping. I couldn't help doing a double-take at her large, pumped up tits. It was such a huge change from before and I still wasn't used to them. The white sundress did a great job of outlining the large round globes of her tits, and even her large fake ass stuck out behind. I think the whole reason she picked out the dress to wear was that it was stretchy enough to accommodate her new 850cc breasts. I knew she'd be getting lots of stares from guys at the mall.

"Oh good, you already got my breakfast ready! You can go get started on my sheets now," she said as she grabbed the bowl. I don't know if she meant to or not, but I couldn't help but notice how I didn't even receive a 'thanks' for making her breakfast. I shook it off and went and got started on her bathroom, picking up her used towel and the pile of nightgowns off the floor, the delicious smell of her shampoo and perfume still fresh in the air as I cleaned up and made her bed. Her blankets and sheets were all messed up and I couldn't help but remember the loud moans she'd made the evening before, kicking and squirming on the mattress as she mashed the vibrator between her legs.

"So are you excited to go shopping with the girls?" She asked as I walked into the living room. She was sitting on the couch with a TV show turned on, and held her dirty dish bowl up for me to take.

"Yea, definitely!" I answered, taking the bowl out of her hand to go wash. It was right there on the chore list.

"Great! Mmm, this chore list idea is really working out great," she said relaxed as she sat back on the couch watching fashion TV, getting ideas for new outfits to buy from the mall while I washed her dishes. "And don't forget to separate my delicates from the rest of the laundry, they need to be washed in different cycles," she shouted.

"Yes, mom," I answered tiredly as I began sifting through her dirty laundry, separating her underwear and sleeping lingerie from the rest of her clothes.

Vanessa was also getting excited about the shopping trip. She was still worked up and hot from the way Brad had used her the previous evening, and she couldn't wait to pick out some new outfits to put on for him. She looked in her panty drawer. She'd already handed a few over to Brad, and the thought of getting new ones made her feel sexy and naughty.

Then, there was the thought of hanging out with me, too. Even though she knew we wouldn't be doing anything sexual that day, she did get a lot of enjoyment out of knowing how much she was able to tease me and make me want her. She told herself it wasn't naughty, because I obviously loved it too, and it made her feel so good knowing how badly I went home wanting her every night. "Hmm, should I wear these tight leggings or a short miniskirt? I think the miniskirt will tease milksop more," she thought with a pretty smile as she picked out her outfit.

"A little cleavage definitely won't hurt," she said as she pulled on a sleeveless grey tank top. "And of course, heels," she said as she grabbed a pair of black high heels. She felt delightful knowing how much I was going to freak out and compliment her new outfit, just like I always did. She'd never had a boyfriend that teased so much and kept wanting her so bad, and it was becoming very fun for her. In the past, she'd always put out for her boyfriends whenever they wanted, so she was running with this new experience of leaving me wanting and horny for her.

The cheerleaders had all told her it was strengthening their relationship, so why shouldn't she tease me more? She put on the reddest lipstick and lowest cut bra that she owned.

An hour later, Claire's expensive SUV pulled up to Vanessa's house.

"Get in, slut!" Victoria shouted from the passenger seat.

"Bye, mom, I have to go!" Vanessa shouted as she ran to the vehicle.

"You've got your credit card?" Victoria asked as Vanessa climbed in the back seat. "Uh... Right, yes," she answered as she pulled out the secret card, nervous about the high debt that was on it. "Great, that'a girl," Victoria laughed as they sped off to the mall.

When I pulled up to the mall with my mom, she let me run out and greet Vanessa while she parked. My girlfriend looked so pretty and sexy standing there with her long legs and short skirt and cute face. "Go on, give him a hug, but remember, no kissing! You haven't finished servicing Brad yet today",  Victoria whispered in my girlfriend's ear. "Right. Yes," she answered before hurrying over and greeting me with a big hug. "Hi babe," she said, allowing me to give her a kiss on the cheek. "So glad you came!"

She stood back, eager to hear me pour my compliments out on her. "How do I look?" She asked innocent and excitedly.

"Ohhhh Vanessa, you look SO hot!" I answered enthusiastically, checking her out up and down. My heart began racing as she fluttered her skirt and spun around, making me want her so badly. "Aww, I do?" She answered as she spun around, her black hair covering half of her face.

"Yes, oh my God, I am such a lucky guy!" I wasn't lying, my dicklette was beginning to harden in my pants and I wanted the gorgeous teasing girl so badly. I leaned forward and whispered, "You are so sexy, I would give anything to kiss you!" She put her hand up to stop me from kissing her again, "No no, you know the deal, no touching!"

"I... Right," I answered a bit frustratedly, but I understood. We had an agreement after all. "But, still, you can look," she answered with a wink, flaring her skirt teasingly and making my dicklette swell. She was making me want her so badly.

"Aw, not even going to say hi to us, babydick?" Claire asked, a devilish smile in her eye. She was making no attempt at being quiet or subtle while using my degrading name 'babydick' in the crowded mall. I hoped nobody else heard. I couldn't even bring myself to make eye contact with her after the events of the night before. I felt shame and looked down, which was even worse since I found myself looking at her feet. Guilt covered me as I remembered asking if I could break up with Vanessa to date Claire's feet instead. My face turned red as the three girls walked closer to me.

"Sorry, hello miss Claire," I answered meekly full of shame. They had me completely whipped. "Haha, what's the matter, aren't ya happy to see me again? Or you just can't stop looking at my feet?" She asked, lifting her foot forward.

I gasped and stammered, unsure where to look or what to say. "I, uhh, no! I mean, yes! I mean, yes, I'm happy to see you," I answered, all worked up. Vanessa was looking very confused, but Claire and the other girls just laughed at how tongue-tied they made me. "Don't worry, babydick, we're just teasing you! God, you're too easy sometimes! C'mon, let's go pick out some clothes for Vanessa!" I hated how they used the name 'babydick' in front of my girlfriend. I wanted to appear manly and attractive in front of her, and it was so humiliating being dubbed babydick.

Vanessa was still a little confused about the exchange of words but decided to just laugh and pretend it was normal.

"Okay, I just have to wait for my mom to finish parking to let her know," I answered.

Victoria's face lit up. "Your mom is here?" She asked excitedly. The three girls had spent the entire evening gossiping about my mom, and they were all excited and curious to see if it was true that she'd gone to get breast enhancements or not.

"There she is!" Claire said excitedly, pointing towards the mall entrance. The four girls looked, and sure enough, walking through the mall entrance was my mom, wearing the tan sundress and a pair of heels, her giant fake tits as noticeable as a pair of huge melons, and her fake ass was swaying side to side.

"Ohhhh, that is just PERFECT," Claire said excitedly. The three girls all looked delighted - only Vanessa was the one who looked shocked.

"Hi girls!" My mom said cheerfully as she walked up to the smiling cheerleaders. "Oh my God, BB, you look fantastic!" Victoria said loudly.

"Aww, thank you! So you noticed the changes?" She asked with a wink.

"Barely! But, you look so much younger!" Claire said, almost with a joking sound in her voice.

"That's so sweet! My mom said, her face beaming from the compliments. She felt very proud of her new body and was thrilled to hear it made her look younger. The only one silent was Vanessa, who was too taken back to say anything.

"Vanessa, doesn't she look great?" Victoria prompted, putting her hand on Vanessa's back.

"Oh... I mean, yes! Wow, Becky, you look wonderful!" Vanessa said, a bit unsure of herself.

"Aww, you girls are all too sweet," my mom said graciously. The three young cheerleaders made my mom feel so good and confident about the changes, she was now affirming it in her head that she definitely made the right choice.

"It suits you so well, I am completely jealous," Chelsea said, also almost in a half-joke
 sounding voice.

My mom continued beaming proudly and she announced, "I'm thinking about getting Collagen injects, too!"

"That would look SO good on you!" Victoria answered enthusiastically, causing my mom to smile even wider. The girls asked if she'd be joining our shopping, but my mom quickly turned them down. Even as they all insisted, my mom told them she'd promised to let me have some time alone with them and Vanessa. The girls all seemed genuinely disappointed. The thought of parading my mom around the store in front of me had them excited, but it was clear my mom didn't want to intrude on my alone time with Vanessa and she finally went off to a different section of the store to shop for some new bras and underwear that fit her new sizes.

"Don't worry," Claire whispered to Victoria, "I saw which store she went too." Victoria had a naughty smile as she realized what Claire had in mind. For now, however, they led Vanessa and me to the trashy, slutty section of shops to help Vanessa pick out some new outfits. Anytime they picked out a skirt for her to wear, she had to carefully measure it to make sure it was short enough to go up past the half-way point between her thigh and her knees. And that's while she was standing. They became even shorter when she sat down.

"This one's cute for you," Victoria said, handing Vanessa a cheetah patterned microskirt. "It'll go great with your thigh-high boots."

Every single top they picked out for her was either a tank, crop, or halter top, and every dress was thin and tight with a microskirt. Vanessa had worried how much more money the girls were going to load onto her credit card debt, but it was quickly becoming apparent that they were going to completely max it out. Of course, I followed them around everywhere carrying her shopping bags, completely ignored from their conversations and all but forgotten about as they shopped.

"Now, for the fun part," Victoria said, leading Vanessa to the delicates section. Nothing bonds girls like sharing secrets with each other and Vanessa had been quick to share her naughty secret about giving her panties to Brad while the girls were driving to the mall earlier.

"You mean you give them to him as a tribute, like a 'thank you' for him letting you suck on his cock?" Claire asked excitedly.

Vanessa answered shyly, "Uhm, didn't really think of it like that, more like..."

"Oh no no, don't worry! I think that's perfect! Shows you're very willing and obedient. Guys love that. I think it's hot how you tell Brad 'thank you' and give him your panties after you blow him," Victoria said proudly.

"Oh... Umm, yes, exactly! It's not every day, but every few times I hand them over to him."

"Well, if you're going to be giving Brad your panties, we have to make sure you're wearing hot, sexy underwear, not boring, plain white panties like I've seen on you before. You might as well throw all those panties out. I'll take you to get some new ones, I know just the store. I'll take you there when we get to the mall."

The girls now led Vanessa and me to some sort of kinky lingerie store. There were aisles of naughty lingerie, as well as a selection of bras and panties. They were all sheer, lace, silky or satin with tiny triangle cuts and vibrant colors. Some weren't even so much as a triangle, more like just a string. The only thing they all had in common was that they appeared very cheap and slutty.

"Milksop, try not to pop a little boner looking at all these woman's underwear," she said with a laugh.

I looked away bashfully. "Haha, I think it's too late," Chelsea said with a laugh. I felt all four girls eyes turn to look at my crotch, and I crossed my hands over it. "Oh yeah, I forgot it's just too small to see," Victoria agreed cheerfully. All I could do was blush and try not to get caught glancing at the sexy underwear on all the aisles.

"Now these are exactly the kind of panties for you," Victoria said loudly, holding up a pair of V-shaped 'tanga' panties. My eyes widened and my mouth opened as Victoria held up the skimpy, ultra-thin pair of black lace panties.

"Oh wow, I've never worn anything like this," Vanessa answered excitedly as she took the tiny lace panties in her hands.

"Oh my God! Well, it's time to redo your underwear wardrobe then. You should throw out your entire underwear drawer when we get home, and start wearing these from now on. Guys LOVE this type of underwear. Isn't that right, milksop? Wouldn't you like seeing Vanessa in this?" Victoria held the skimpy panties up with both hands and spread them out. The view of the skimpy, lace panties made my dicklette jump to attention and I put both my hands over my crotch and flinched from the pain of the chastity cage.

The girls shared a laugh together. "Wow! See? Babydick REALLY likes it! I told you," and Victoria shoved the panties into Vanessa's basket. Vanessa was beaming at my reaction. What stronger endorsement than a guy putting both his hands on his crotch and leaning forward with his mouth open!

"I'm glad you approve," Vanessa said proudly as she stepped closer to Victoria, leaning into the naughty adult lingerie underwear aisle and letting Victoria pick out a handful of selections. Secretly she was loving the thought of handing the extra sexy panties to Brad after their next engagement. Claire and Chelsea did a good job of cutting me off and preventing me from interfering as Victoria led Vanessa down the aisle, stuffing her basket with absurdly skimpy panties.

"Oh look, these panties have writing on them. How cute!" Victoria held up a pair of white panties that had the message 'Thank U Cum again' written across the ass. Victoria leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Imagine giving these to Brad after his blowjob." She then shot me a wink as she put the panties into Vanessa's basket. I didn't hear the whisper, but the wink made a chill run down my spine.

The panties were cheap. It was like Victoria had found the discount store for trashy sluts. None of the panties were especially nice or classy, but that didn't seem to be an issue. Victoria picked out a few more panties with slutty writing across the back:

"I suck, I swallow, what more do you need to know?"
"Open for business"
"I give great head, want me to prove it?"

And one pair that just said, "use me".

Victoria stuffed them all into Vanessa's basket. "Oh, look!" Victoria said excitedly as she held up another pair. "Isn't this the name Brad gave you?"

Vanessa read the pink words written across the black panties: "Blowjob Queen." The eye was dotted with a heart.

"Oh, yes it is!" Vanessa answered excitedly. She was still proud of Brad calling her a blowjob queen.

"Well then, this is perfect for you then," Victoria said as she handed the panties to Vanessa.

Victoria continued grabbing a few more trashy pairs for Vanessa's basket, including one that had the word "creamy" written across the pussy.

"Trust me, Brad is going to flip when he sees these," Victoria whispered as she kept picking out naughty and naughtier panties for my girlfriend. Vanessa couldn't help but smile and let the girl keep stuffing her basket with the absurdly slutty panties.

"The best thing about this store, is all the panties come with matching bras. Look!" Victoria picked out a few equally slutty bras. "Of course, most of your outfits are supposed to be worn without a bra," Victoria said slyly.

"Right, of course," Vanessa agreed, trying to sound like she knew what she was talking about.

"But, the few outfits that do need a bra, you should always wear something that matches your panties. Guys notice that sort of thing and it makes a difference."

"Oh, right," Vanessa agreed, taking the extremely lowcut sheer and lace bra's that Victoria handed her. No white or tan or subdued colors, they were all brightly colored black, red, purple or yellow, and Vanessa worried that they would show through her shirt, but Victoria didn't seem to think that was a problem.

"You're going to look so great with these new outfits. I think your boyfriend agrees. He's been staring at you with his jaw dropped this entire time, I think he loves the new wardrobe," Victoria whispered.

"He has?"

"Oh yes, I think he loves your new wardrobe. I bet his little babydick is hard," Victoria whispered. Vanessa looked back at me, smiling warmly. She loved the attention I gave her. I was so obviously attracted to her body, it was like I worshipped her - always looking at her curves and giving her foot massages - it gave her such joy and confidence knowing how badly I wanted her all the time.

"You know what would really make him feel special?"

"What?" Vanessa asked curiously.

I have a subscription to his patreon but most likely going to cancel it soon and stop following this dumbass story. I have had some contact with Bottom and though he’s very nice, it doesn’t seem like he knows where he is going with the story at all. It’s all over the place and it looks like he is just trying to market it and get more subscribers :/ what I mean is he keeps changing/ adding things that drastically change the plot of the story ( ALL THE TIME HE DOES THIS, and most of the time he may forget about it and it will never come up in the story again lmao. ) for example he just added the “BIG BLACK COCK” interracial cuck theme, which is all fine and dandy I guess (although to me it doesn’t make sense at all but ok ) and I think the story just would have been better if he didn’t try and please everyone and make a buck off of his novel. More than that it’d completely not worth paying for when he puts a chapter out whenever he wants. ( a single chapter every 2-3 months filled yet again with plot changing nonsense)

Anyway that being said I still have it just PM me the chapters you need and I’ll try and update you with that waste of time 🙃

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