My Teen Stud Nephew - Day 06

I reached around her waist, my hands falling to rest on my daughter's ass. I squeezed and Tracy gasped.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." I scolded. "Someone's been skipping butt day, huh Tracy?" In truth, my daughter's butt felt amazing - tight and round, with almost half of each smooth and dark cheek exposed below the tiny shorts she wore. Nice, but not as nice as mine. I squeezed and rubbed Tracy's ass some more. Tracy's eyes fluttered and adopted a meeker look - less shocked. Her ass felt...really nice - supple. Ryan would definitely enjoy it too...What the fuck was I thinking! He was mine!

I stared into my daughter's eyes coldly. We were both petite and almost the same height - I perhaps had half an inch on her. I removed my hands from Tracy's tight butt. I took Tracy's arms and pulled them around my thin body and, resting my hands on hers, pressed her hands into my round ass. "Mmmm...That's an ass Tracy. That's what Ryan wants." With her hands in mine, we squeezed my cheeks. Hmmm...it felt...good.

Tracy's meek expression changed somehow. Her eyes glazed and her pupils dilated as she stared back at me. Her mouth was slightly open and she wet her lips.

My eyes began to wander down her body. I traced the tanned smooth skin of her dainty neck to the gentle slope of her collarbones, standing out in her thin frame. Moving on, her clean and clear skin shone slightly on the top of her perky cleavage. Damn...she was stacked. Perfect petite busty C's. Tracy's hands squeezed my ass, now of their own accord. "Mmmm..." I murmured. My hands went back to her ass now, and we squeezed one another, pulling our pelvises together.

She looked into my eyes, a desperate pleading look on her face. "Do...do you think Ryan might like my ass? Even if it's not as nice as your ass, Mommy?"

I smiled at her, my anger fading into sympathy. "Oh honey. Mommy didn't mean what she said. I'm sure Papi would LOVE your ass." Our noses touched and I squeezed and petted Tracy's ass harder, deeper.

She did the same to me. "Oh god. Papi? Fuckkkk" Tracy practically spoke into my mouth, her lips brushing mine. "And I can tell why Daddy loves your ass, mommy. It's incredible." We both moaned and our lips met.

Everything a little fuzzy. Tracy felt so much different than Ryan. Our kissing was so soft, sensuous, feminine. We felt all over each other's thin petite bodies as we kissed intensely - our tongues swirling around one another's mouths.

"Oh fuck mommy." Tracy moaned. "God yes...I need him...I neeeeed him so bad..."

Realization hit me and my heart went cold. Lust left my body in a fit of sudden anger and jealousy. I took an abrupt step back, cutting off our passionate embrace.

We panted hard, staring at one another. Tracy looked lost, confused. That didn't matter though.

"Stay. Away. From. Ryan." I practically spat the words.

I turned abruptly and stalked down the hall into my little room, slamming the door behind me.

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I sat fuming in my room, mad at myself, mad at Tracy, even a little (only a little) bit mad at Ryan for putting us into this mess. It wasn't really his fault though. He was just himself...not his fault that he was just so goddamn sexy. But, I mean, what was Tracy thinking! Her own cousin. No, I would keep them away from each other. I'd just need to keep Ryan occupied...

Just then my phone beeped. A text from Ryan: "So a few buddies and I are hitting a club tonight. Want to come?"

I stared at the words, hardly breathing, failing to suppress a huge smile.

"Hey - um sure!" I replied quickly.

"Cool. I made you an appointment at the mall today. Head to Sophie's salon by the east entrance at 4 p.m. I'll pick you up from the east entrance at 8."

I'd never heard of Sophie's salon, but I guess I had mentioned wanting to refresh my manicure, which had chipped at some point in the last couple days. But once the appointment was done, what the heck would I do until 8? I would have at least 3 hours to kill. Well...I guess I would go and figure it out. He did make the appointment after all.

I had a lot of work to do so I tried to forget about the upcoming night. But as I worked through the day, it was basically impossible and I found myself constantly daydreaming about Ryan.

Finally it was 3:30. I hopped out of my desk chair. Time to go! I was unbelievably excited to go to the mall. I opened my panty drawer and smiled looking down at all my sexy underwear. I settled on a sexy black lacy bra and thought - fuck it - the matching black lace thong too.

The back of the thong was more of a g-string, and I slipped the tiny piece of fabric up my legs. Once again it somehow fit me perfectly. I turned around to check out the view and giggled. The string wrapped around my body with a small triangle in front (more than enough to hide what little I had to hide) and an even smaller one in the back, connected to a string extending under my legs. Fuck yes, that's an ass any guy would want to fuck. The thought made me giggle.

I continued dressing in more typical clothes and stepped out the bedroom door. I hesitated, looking down the hall to Tracy's door. Maybe instead of going out I could stay home and we could just chill and connect. It had been a long time since we'd done so.

I stood there, contemplating my current predicament and looking regretfully at Tracy's door. But I felt the g string looping around my ass and through my legs, reminding me of the possibilities of that night. Two minutes later, I was in the car driving towards the mall.

I arrived at Sophie's Salon and dinged the bell. A tall thin girl who looked like she could be in middle school, except for her absolutely massive and perfect tits, greeted me at the door.

"Hi there!" She greeted cheerfully. "Tammy, right? We've been expecting you, sir." She paused. "Whoops, I mean ma'am!" She grinned and winked. " I'm Tiffany, by the way." I blushed.

Tiffany wore a skin-tight white t-shirt that hugged and accentuated her heavy breasts. The shirt was low-cut but the cut ended just, tantalizingly, before what was sure to be her generous cleavage. Her tight ass and long toned legs were packaged tightly in stylish jeans with large holes peppered suggestively throughout. As she turned my eyes bulged when they saw that half of her right butt-cheek was literally hanging out through a hole in her jeans. Her butt bounced and jiggled enticingly as she walked into the store.

"Oh...so someone told you...about...uh me..." I could barely get any words out from sheer embarrassment.

"Oh yes! Ryan came by..." she turned and her long wavy blond hair fell over her face, but her eyes took on a devilish glint, staring through a couple strands. "That's some nephew you've got there, Tammy." She grinned at me mockingly. Jesus christ he'd told her? I flushed further red.

Should I leave? I was strongly tempted to. But I also didn't want the night to end here...

"Umm...yeah I suppose. So...what now?"

"Now we work some magic." Tiffany took me by the hand and brought me to a room in the back. Her hand was smooth as silk, it felt like she was holding me through a thin glove. She sat me down in a chair facing a big mirror and I had to work hard to try not to stare at this incredibly attractive but possibly teenage girl. I mean, Ryan was only eighteen but that...that was different...somehow.

"Hmmm what shall we do with this...?" Tiffany ran her hand through my hair, sending chills down my spine. It had been growing a bit long lately and I kept it brushed straight back, where it fell just to my shoulders behind me.

"Umm...my hair? I think it's okay...?"

"Do you, honey?" she replied, walking slowly around me. Her tone rankled but I was distracted by the feel of her heavy breasts sliding along my shoulders.

"Don't you think Ryan would like you to do up your hair a bit?" She grabbed a comb and started combing it down, so it didn't just point back.

"What do you know about what Ryan wants?" I asked heatedly. Had they spent time together? I scanned her body up and down again and momentarily pictured her long busty frame pressing against his wide muscular one. I felt the beginning of resentment.

"Oh not much. Don't worry honey, I'm not trying to steal him from you. I just know what men want." As she brushed my hair over my right ear opposite her she leaned into me and her breasts pressed against the left side of my face. So soft...so big... Why was I having these thoughts, I wondered? Was I attracted to her or was I just curious about her and Ryan? Did he ogle her like I was doing? No...Ryan didn't ogle. But did he...did they do something else?

"I thought I was just coming here for a manicure and pedicure...maybe a tiny bit of eyeliner or something...I think Ryan is happy with the way I...look..." It was very strange to be talking openly about this. My cheeks still burned with embarrassment and shame.

"Does he? A man like that wants his 'woman,'" she emphasized that, "to look like one, top to bottom. And a sexy one no less. And there's potential here..."

"Potential?" I repeated slowly. "Do you...do this often?"

She grinned on me. "Honey, I do it every morning."

I blinked at her, not understanding. Then it hit me and my eyes widened. I blurted out "Wait, you're a ...I mean you're not..." My mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments and Tiffany giggled.

"I'm like you honey." she said.

Unable to stop myself my eyes ran up and down her again. Nothing about her would suggest or even hint at her not being born a woman. Her full breasts looked perky yet natural and there wasn't even a hint of a bulge between her legs. She was the picture of a tall blonde teen sexpot - the type male teachers have to work not to stare at.

"Did you...did you operate, or something? Take something?" I asked, amazed.

Tiffany giggled in such a cute feminine fashion I almost forgot again what she had just told me. "Oh no. No, I've just been doing this a long time. I'm good at it." She cocked her hip, striking a pose - and an attractive one at that - then smiled again. I couldn't help but grin back.

My eyes fell to her huge tits. "So...uhhh...those aren't?"

"Yeah I know you've been appreciating these, honey. Would you like a pair?"

I stared from her tits to her smiling face and back again. I had never considered this. I had never considered anything beyond a tiny bit of makeup and perhaps some tighter jeans or something..."Do you...do think it would look good? I mean...do you think he..." I looked away embarrassed.

"We've got a long afternoon ahead of us, honey." She replied immediately, and confidently. "Your stud nephew will fucking love what I do to you."

I looked again at her smiling face and grinned back shyly. She turned me around so I didn't face the mirror.

"Let's start with extensions" she stated. She got to work adding extensions, curing and teasing. As she continued working on my hair, her heavy tits brushed against my body and face over and over. I realized my interest was definitely more than idle curiosity, as I pressed my hands between my legs, trying to hide any movement there (not that there was much to hide).

She talked to me continually as she worked. Told me about her background, how she had realized she was really a woman, and bisexual, in her early teens, and about her own conquests and experiences, including with both male and female teachers! My ears were burning but I was giggling right along with her. Knowing that she was really a boy sent a thrill through me. I felt an easy connection with her. Plus if she could look so fucking good then...well then why couldn't I?

Next she did my fingers and toes. The nails didn't didn't need much work because of the recent spa trip, but she spent almost an hour just massaging and treating with oils and lotions. When she was done, I was amazed that my hands seemed almost as soft as hers, and looked very pretty and dainty.

She turned to working on my makeup, which if anything took longer than the lotions. She described in detail everything she was doing so that I'd 'know for next time.'

"I would show it all to you step by step in front of a mirror so that you could practice, but I like the 'reveal' part of all this." she giggled. "I'll walk you through again later."

"Thanks, Tiffany." I smiled warmly at her.

"Stop smiling, silly!" she hit my arm playfully. "You're gonna make me slip." I kept my face still for the next twenty or thirty minutes.

Finally she stepped back. "Perfect." She put away her makeup kit. "Now..." she turned back to me "stand up!" I stood slowly. The weight of my long hair was unfamiliar to me, as was the difficulty keeping it out of my face.

"So..." she said, grinning, taking a step towards me so her big boobs were right below my chin. "How big are you thinking?" I knew what she was talking about. I swallowed.

"Umm...I don't know, I haven't thought about this before..." I glazed down at the big globes sitting right there.

"Would you like to feel them?"

I looked up at her, surprised. "Can I?" I was curious about how they felt. And besides that, fuck it, yes I wanted to feel this teenager's glorious tits.

"Sure." she said, grinning mischievously.

I put my hands up to them and we both elet out soft moans at the same time. "Wow." I said softly. "They feel amazing...so real..."

"Mmm..." she sighed. "Yeah, they fit incredibly, and transfer touch so it really feels like you're touching me."

I squeezed again, moving them around a little. "Ohhhh..." Tiffany moaned. My mouth was dry and I felt for her perky nipples. I found them and pinched. "Fuckkk...Tammy look at you, getting into this. Let's slow this down and get you situated." She pulled down my wrists gently, taking my hands off her breasts.

"Sorry...I shouldn't have..."

"Don't be silly, Tammy. As I told you, I go both ways. And with you, it kind of is both ways." She giggled and I couldn't help but smile.

"So, size?" she asked. "I usually go with F myself."

I found myself picturing Tracy's perky and full cleavage. It fit her frame - our frame - very well. I knew her cup size too. "C?"

She grinned at me. "Let's go with D. Judging by your frame..." She glanced up and down. "32D. Shirt off, honey. And don't look at the mirror yet."

She turned and went through a side door, returning a couple minutes later with a couple garments that looked like skin-toned latex boobs with a built-in strap. I stood hugging my thin frame, slightly embarrassed by my flat chest. She walked behind me and looped one of them around my arms. She clipped it in the back and circled around me.

"Hmmm...how's it feel?"

"Okay, I guess." I looked down and it didn't really seem right, I could see my chest under the breasts.

"Nope." she said. "So 30D, maybe?"

She took off the first bra and looped around the second. As she clipped it in the back it seemed to conform to my body, the breasts pressing into my chest and the straps forming themself tight against my skin. Amazingly, they instantly felt like extensions of my own skin. I turned and they moved with me seamlessly. I giggled.

"Mmmm...perfect. Wow. 30D. That's fucking sexy. And you look goooood Tammy." Tiffany stepped up to me and laid her hands on my tits. I gasped, I could feel them! I could feel her hands resting on my chest. She began to knead them and I moaned. "Oh my goddd...."

Suddenly she stepped right against me and her massive tits were pressing into my own. "What are..."

"Mmmmm...." Tiffany breathed. "You feel incredible."

It did feel good. As Tiffany's heavy tits rubbed against my smaller (but still large) ones, I brought my hands up to hold them up and increase the friction.

"Fuck you're sexy, Tammy." Tiffany moaned. "I've always wanted to hook up with a milf."

She wanted to hook up with me? (I didn't even pause to consider that she had called me a mother). I looked up at Tiffany, mouth open with pleasure from the feel of her nipples bruising against mine. I wasn't sure what was happening. What did this mean? Was I straight? Was I a lesbian? These crazy thoughts flitted across my mind, pushed away by my lust for this sexy teenager.

Suddenly, our lips were pressed together and our arms around one another. Tiffany tasted like sweet cream and her body felt young and supple, the deepness of her breasts practically enveloping my own. Her soft hands were on my ass, gently teasing me, so different from Ryan's strength.

I ran my lips up and down her thin neck and felt her gasp when I sucked hard. She giggled, pushing me slightly away. "You gave me a hickey? Wow you really do like the high school stuff, Tammy."

Panting hard, I apologized, my hands still on her heavy tits. I dove in feeling their wondrous pillowyness against my face and lips. Suddenly a shock rolled through my chest and body as she pinched my nipples. "Oh fuckkk...nnnnn" I moaned. "H..how does that even work?"

"I don't know, honey. Just enjoy it." With one hand still tweaking my nipples she used her other to remove her top. She wore a white full-coverage bra that truly did make her tits seem convincing. She then peeled off her pants, revealing high cut black panties with white polka dots.

"God you're hot..." I stared, still squirming from the sensation as she continued to tweak my nipples. I stepped close again and my hands fell to her ass, which was round and toned. "I can't believe you're..." I still couldn't say it though. I wasn't even sure what "it" was.

"Thanks, sweetie." She said almost dismissively. "Now get down there." Her hand went to my head and she pushed me to my knees. Then she turned around and I was looking at her beautiful butt. The panties made a deep angular "V", with the outer half of each cheek in full view. It had so much lift and I was momentarily jealous of her youth. Was my ass that taught?

I had little time to consider the answer, because Tiffany pulled aside her panties and pulled my face into her ass. Shocked, I expected to be disgusted. But my lust overpowered any other sense and I wiggled my face deeper.

"That's it Tammy. Lick my pussy."

I did and was pleasantly surprised by the clean, fresh taste. As I licked she moaned louder and louder. I continued eagerly, bringing her to a fast climax in only a couple of minutes.

She collapsed into a chair, breathing heavily. "Awesome." She said. I stood unsteadily, still a bit horny.

She glanced at my inquiring look, then grinned. "Drop those pants and bend over, honey."

I eagerly obeyed, strangely proud to display my g-string clad bottom. "Wow - look at that ass." She exclaimed, impressed. I beamed to myself.

She pulled aside the string and I squirmed expectantly. "Tsk tsk tsk. Oh no sweetie. We have more work to do here..."

...?

"True, you've taken care of the hair, but we need to...lighten things up. I have a bidet in that room, give yourself a quick rinse while I get ready."

"What, I'm not doing that..." I said, turning to her.

"Well...what do you want your studly nephew to see?" She asked, raising her eyebrows

I sighed, still horny and frustrated. Feeling used, I straightened up and went to the room with the bidet. After, she dried me off and applied a cream.

She fitted me with a new black lace bra to match my thong and which held up my cleavage nicely.

"Okay, now the best part!" She announced eagerly. She left and came back with a rack of dresses.

I looked at them, my heart pounding. "I...I don't know... Maybe pants and a blouse or something?'

She smirked at me. "Oh no. Trust me. You'll see."

She had me try on outfit after outfit. I felt ridiculous the whole time, like an imposter. Though I had to admit that my new bust filled out the dresses well.

Finally she had me slip on what looked like a long T-shirt made of a thin stretchy white material. It felt amazing sliding on against my skin, but even with the neckline all the way to my neck, it felt like I was wearing altogether too little clothing. The material was so light it may as well not have been there and it ended in a loose round curve just below my ass.