My Teen Stud Nephew - Day 06

Finally, she slipped me into black wedges, noting that I wasn't ready for heels yet.

"Perfect." Tiffany was beaming. "Okay, time for you to see!"

"Ok..." I replied, nervous.

She had me close my eyes and turned me around slowly. I was unsteady in the wedges, they'd take some getting used to.

"Okay, open."

I did and was instantly confused. That wasn't me, it couldn't be. She had me facing a poster of a model. But when I blinked so did the model. I gasped.

"Oh. my. God." I was gorgeous. I was fucking sexy! My eyes were dark and mysterious, my eyebrows shaped so they rose up on the outsides in a sexy mysterious fashion. My lips were full, pouty and moist and my cheekbones pronounced. My hair fell to my protruding breasts, which gave me a curvy look with my naturally wide hips and accentuated the thinness of my waist. I barely saw any remnant of myself.

She walked up and stood next to me. "Definitely a milf." She bumped my hip with hers and we giggled together. I turned left and right and around, impressed by every angle.

"Wow." I turned to her. "Thank you!"

"Of course. But I think you need one last thing. Sit again."

I sat and she came over with what looked like a clamp and a small white piece of paper. She rubbed the paper against my ear, it was slightly moist and I smelled alcohol. Hold on...

Before I could react she had tugged down my earlobe and was squeezing the clamp against it.

"OWWW, jesus!" I recoiled but she had already pulled the clamp away, she applied gauze to my newly pierced ear, which was throbbing with pain. She dabbed it with gauze and then I gasped again as she slipped something in. I heard a click.

"Okay, other one."

"I can't believe you didn't even ask! What the heck!"

"Oh hush, Ryan will love these. Now turn!" she commanded.

I did so, still smarting. Again she pierced me and again I cried out. She just rolled her eyes at me.

"There, now the last piece." She turned around and lifted what looked like a black pearl necklace from a case and slipped it around my neck.

I turned back to the mirror and couldn't help but nod my head, impressed. The black pearl stud earrings and matching necklace contrasted perfectly with the white dress that revealed just a hint of my black bra underneath. "Okay...I forgive you." I giggled.

"I knew you would." she smiled back.

I turned to her expectantly. "So...what's next?"

"That's it! We're done." She almost sounded disappointed.

"Oh..ok. How much do I owe you?"

"Oh don't worry, the stud paid."

"Oh...cool." I thought for a moment, looking at the time. "Um I have about an hour to kill in this mall - what should I do?"

"Well, lets go over makeup again. Then..." she grinned mischievously at me. She turned and put her hands into a deep backpack. "Then let's have a couple lessons, Tammy." My eyes widened as she pulled out two massive dildos.

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An hour later, I stood at the east entrance to the mall, looking out into the parking lot. I rubbed my jaw, which was tired and sore. But the tips Tiffany had given me were invaluable. I glanced around for Ryan, nervous and excited.

Finally, I saw him walking over, still a ways down the hall. I wasn't sure if he saw me but he was impossible to miss. His wide and tall frame cut a through the little foot traffic, people parting for him and many staring after him, both men and women. He wore a perfectly-fitting black ralph lauren tshirt and dark blue jeans. The sleeves of the shirt fit snug around his massive biceps, which stood out as he approached closer.

Just as I thought he might notice me, a ball rolled quickly right by him and he deftly stopped it with a foot. A young girl, maybe 3 or 4, came chasing after it and he went down on a knee to hand it to her, smiling. I didn't hear what he said but the girl's attitude was excited and happy. She laughed hard when he made a couple faces.

I felt a stirring in the pit of myself. And he was good with children. God that was sexy...

Just then the girl's parents hurried over worriedly. They thanked Ryan cautiously, not really looking at him. But then Ryan stood and suddenly neither could look away. Ryan started talking to them too and soon the mother was giggling continuously and the father chuckling and stealing confused glances at the other two, his eyes lingering on Ryan longer though. The daughter, again forgotten, started playing again and almost kicked the ball down the hall until Ryan stopped her and bent down for a few friendly words with the girl, who scampered to the nearby play space.. When he stood back up the parents were waiting for him, having not moved an inch.

I stood waiting, not wanting to interrupt. They spoke for a few more minutes, Ryan now touching them softly on the arms and shoulders. A shock took me when Ryan slipped an arm around the mother and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She and her husband looked just as shocked but her reaction faded quickly as she shut her eyes and clutched to him desperately.

The husband just stood there, visibly struggling between anger and confusion and clearly at a loss for what to do. When the kiss ended (the mother looked like she might just faint then and there) he opened his mouth, still looking unsure, but was cut off. Just like the mother, Ryan slipped an arm around the husband and soon they were kissing deeply, the husband perhaps more into it than even his wife, his eyes closed and hands running up and down Ryan's massive arms..

Finally, the kiss ended and the parent's eyes were glazed as Ryan gave them his phone and said something to them. One after the other they punched in their phone numbers. That done, he gently turned them away towards their daughter. He whispered in their ears and gave them each a hard smack on their asses before turning around.

Jesus fucking christ did that really just happen? That quickly? I couldn't even be jealous. He was just...incredible.

He was glancing around, looking for someone. Me! I realized. His blue eyes briefly fell on me and gave me an appraising up and down. He flashed me a quick handsome grin then was looking once more. He didn't recognize me!

Slowly, nervously, I approached him. What would he think? What if he laughed at me? Did I look ridiculous. Maybe...maybe this was a huge mistake!

He seemed to grow bigger as I got closer. His eyes fell on me again and he smiled handsomely.

I smiled back shyly at him. "So what do you think, Papi..."

He looked momentarily confused, then he looked more carefully at my face and his eyes widened, his mouth falling open. He glanced up and down my face - and broke into a huge grin. "Tammy." He said it slowly, my name coming off his lips like butter. "Wow..."

He grabbed me by my hips, holding me in place while he looked me up and down. "You look incredible. Like I've always pictured you in my head."

I beamed back at his face, so close to mine now. "You think so?" I whispered.

"You're beautiful." He assured me. I gripped his rock hard triceps to hold myself up. I'd never been beautiful before. I had never really even been handsome. My face was too oval-shaped for a man and my thin body didn't do me any favors. But now I was beautiful - in the eyes of this perfect man! I welled up with pride and hugged him hard. I couldn't even get my arms around his massive body but it felt so good to be close to him. My cheek pressed against his upper chest and I felt his large bulge pressing into me. Mmmmm...He smelled fresh and clean.

"Let me get a look at you." He said. I released him reluctantly and stepped back. He took my hand and I twirled for him, smiling. I felt my dress, already revealing most of my legs, flare up as I spun, surely giving any onlooker a nice look at my barely-clad ass. I flushed with the thought but when I completed the turn Ryan was grinning and all other concerns faded away. "Wow. Again, more slowly this time" he told me.

I giggled and spun slowly for him, arching my back and pressing out my tits and ass for him. This time his strong hands found my hips and journeyed up my waist as I turned around. When I was facing away they came to rest on my new tits and pulled me against his hard chest. I moaned.

"Wow, I love these." he murmured as he tweaked my nipples. I moaned again. "Hmmm...I wonder if they're the same model..." The last he seemed to be saying to himself.

Blissfully, my head rolled back into his strong chest as he explored me. I was vaguely aware of people staring. This huge young hunk was feeling up a middle aged woman in the middle of the mall hallway. I didn't give one shit so long as Ryan's hands were on me. I ground my ass into him, feeling his bulge press against me.

Ryan chuckled. "Okay, let's save it for the dance floor, sweetie." He turned me around so I faced him. "You really look great." I smiled at him and answered in a quiet voice. "Thank you."

He glanced at the side of my face and his fingers softly found my ears. I gasped with the pain, but quickly held it in check.

"Wow..." he murmured, his face taking on an impressed look. "She really did a thorough job."

His words reminded me of Tiffany, and of what I'd done. Guiltily, I looked down. "Ryan...I...need to tell you something." I couldn't keep this from him. Not from Ryan. He looked at me expectantly.

"Tiffany - the..girl..who made me over. She and I..." it was hard to say. "We..."

Ryan smiled "that's okay, Tammy."

"But I didn't even..."

"You and I aren't exclusive, sweetie. You can do what you want, so long as you understand that I come first. Whatever, and whenever, I want." He said the last part sternly, but there was no need. I nodded eagerly. I had no trouble agreeing to the last - it was exactly how I felt.

"Thank you, Ryan."

"Okay." He turned me around and slapped my round ass hard. "Let's go!" I giggled and scampered towards the exit, holding Ryan's hand tightly in my own.

Ryan led me to a blue pickup truck. "Rental" he explained. He opened the door for me and helped me get into the passenger seat before shutting the door behind me.

He climbed in the other side easily and I admired how well he suited the huge strong truck. Definitely the car for him.

He glanced at me and pulled up what I thought was a dedicated cup-holder that separated us. Turns out it was the middle seat-back folded down. He nodded his head for me to slide over, which I eagerly complied with.

As he pulled out of the mall, his hand ran up and down my left leg, sending butterflies through me. I held onto his arm. In this tank of a car with this tank of a man, I felt as secure as I'd ever felt before.

We chatted about our days. Ryan made me tell him every detail of my encounter with Tiffany, all the while teasing me with his strong hand on my leg, driving me wild. "She's...she's like me." I mentioned at some point. Ryan just said. "Yes, a girl." I couldn't help but smile at him.

Finally, we were pulling into a lot downtown. As we exited the car, Ryan mentioned that we were going to meet up some of the college kids he'd met while here. This realization made me a bit nervous. I would easily be the oldest person here. But Ryan looped his strong arm around my waist and led me in. I was very nervous. I'd never been the "clubbing" type. But attending one as a woman also excited me. Women did seem to have fun dancing at these places.

There was a long line outside the club but Ryan walked right by it with me in tow. I saw a number of people checking Ryan out, and even saw a few guys scanning me up and down appreciatively - and girls staring at me jealously (whether envious of my accompanying Ryan or angry about me catching their boyfriends attention, I didn't know (or care)).

As we arrived at the front door, the bouncer stepped in front of us. In normal circumstances the bouncer would impress me as large and intimidating, but he looked nervous to be stepping up to Ryan, the bigger man both in height and breadth. Ryan just gave him a friendly smile and pat on the shoulder as he shook his hand. The bouncer waved us by, and I noticed him tucking something into his pocket.

We navigated the thumping music and bodies, Ryan pulling me along by my wrist, to the back of the club where we found a group of 4 waiting for us. Yelling over the music, Ryan first introduced me to the girls. Both were seniors in the college and knockouts. Angelica was dark and sultry, with wavy brown hair and high cheekbones. She wore a spandex outfit that hid nothing of her toned fit body. Chelsea was a student visiting from britain, her pale skin and blond hair on display in a revealing tank top and booty shorts. Each was sitting next to the two guys they were with, apparently both paired up. Still, after a quick hello, both scanned me up and down - I felt myself being weighed and measured inch by inch - before focusing their attentions on Ryan, their focus softening and settling into vague and dreamy smiles.

Then the guys. Travis, his arm around Chelsea, was apparently a freshman. He was of average build and height - though no ounce of fat on him - with a very cute and still devilishly handsome face that looked on the edge of mischief. And Jamaal, his arm around Angelica. I had focused on Jamaal from the start. At around 6 foot 8, he was the tallest there, and while not nearly as broad or muscular as Ryan, he was big and strong just the same. Though a senior in college, his mature features looked well past his years. He had dark intense eyes and just the shadow of a goatee accenting his otherwise flawless skin. He'd been tall dark and handsome since the age of 13, and had been friends with Tracy since kindergarten.

I was still reeling with shock and surprise at Jamaal's presence when I found myself shaking hands with him, not saying a word. He just gave me a slight grin, then shrugged at his friends. Jamaal had been close friends with Tracy as long as I could remember and was a constant presence in our house. As far as I knew Tracy and he had always just been friends. I often reflected on just how big he was compared to Tracy, or me.

"Sorry..." I said. I then yelled it again over the music. "I'M TAMMY! NICE TO MEET YOU."

He grinned at me, relaxed. "Yeah, Ryan said. Likewise." I saw no spark of recognition or surprise in his confident face, and would have been surprised if there was, looking as different as I did now than my...normal?...self. I wasn't sure the old Tom was my "normal self" anymore.

We all settled in and some drinks arrived. We took some shots and I tried to settle the butterflies in my stomach. There was so much to deal with. I was so far and away the oldest here I could have been the adult escort. And I kept catching Jamaal giving me sidelong glances as we sat and chatted. He didn't even look embarrassed, just smiled at me when I caught him. His perfect teeth shone white against his dark skin and thick lips. On top of it all Ryan kept his arm around me, occasionally playing with my ass.

The guys were steering the conversation, mostly chatting with one another with the girls giggling or adding in what they could. Though the youngest of the lot, and a high schooler to boot, Ryan clearly dominated the group, with even Jamaal deferring to him when he wanted to say something. Soon we were all walking to the dance floor.

I started off with Ryan, not knowing what to do but letting Ryan guide me. Turns out he's a pretty great dancer. He locked our hips together with his hands, facing each other, and gyrated smoothly with the music. His long cock ground into me and I pressed my face against his broad chest. Oh fuck he was so hot. I felt myself grow hot both with sweat and desire and grabbed him around the neck to start kissing him. His hot breath merged with mine as our lips pressed together. I sucked on his tongue desperately, tasting his manliness. I was so small in his arms, completely subject to his power.

Our kiss broke. "Mind if I borrow him?" a soft british accented voice asked. turned in confusion and found Chelsea standing there expectantly. I turned back to Ryan who shrugged. "I'll catch up to you, sweetie." He let me go and I glowered at Chelsea as she walked into his arms and began rubbing against him. The fucking slut didn't even glance in my direction.

I turned to find Travis standing there, looking at me. "Shall we?" He grinned. I wanted to be mad but he did look pretty cute standing there in his perfect fitting black button down shirt and jeans. His sandy brown hair flipped up in a perfect preppy fashion. "Fine" I answered with half-hearted exasperation. "But don't try anything, I see that look in your eye."

His eyes flashed and he grinned again. Mischievous indeed. He grabbed one of my hands and placed another on my hip and began leading me perfectly in a fast and sensual dance that had me smiling and giggling uncontrollably. Damn this kid knew what he was doing. He was so much smaller than Ryan, but he kept whispering coy suggestions and compliments that had me beat red with excitement and embarrassment. He was a year older than Ryan but his flawless white skin, without a hint of stubble, made him seem well younger. Just a kid. But oozing with sexy confidence to be sure.

After a particularly lewd remark, I chastised that I was old enough to be his mother.

"I've been fucking my mother for years." He replied, raising his eyebrows and lowering them again. Fuckkk. I barely had time to react in shock before he buried his head in my neck kissing me along my neck and collarbone. I gasped but didn't push him away. My hands ran up and down his thin and lithe back.

It admittedly felt nice. But, thinking of Ryan, I was about to push away. I searched for Ryan and found him. Chelsea and Angelica were now both with him, eagerly pressing themselves against this high school kid 5 years their junior. However, his age seemed the last thing on their mind - their eyes looking excited and longing as they competed for his attention. Ryan hand a hand on each of their asses as they ground into his wide legs.

I flushed with anger and embarrassment then turned back to Travis. I caught him staring at my tits, his arms running up and down my sides rested higher up, pressing them together. He grinned at me. Well...Ryan wasn't didn't need me right now. And Travis's attention did feel nice. He leaned in, still grinning. I closed my eyes. Mmmm...Turns out the kid was a great kisser, his playful tongue matching his personality.

We kissed and groped one another as our bodies slid together in the heat of the dance floor. I tried to keep an eye on Ryan but lost track of him at some point. Travis asked if I wanted to get a drink and I nodded thankfully. We walked back to our private lounge.

Feeling the need to compliment him, I said "You're a great dancer!" I had to speak loudly and lean close to be heard. He put his arm around me.

"I'm a great fucker too," the mischievous kid said.

I raised my eyebrows. "Subtle." He just grinned and leaned in. We began to make out again. He pulled my hand to his lap and I began stroking his cock through his jeans. It had nothing on Ryan's. Still, my breathing started coming faster. God what had gotten into me? I thought this kid was cute and it's nice that he's into me but I wasn't crazy for him or anything. He's certainly no Ryan. And we were in public for christ sake - even if the lounge is semi-private. But the naughtiness of the feminine role has invigorated me, driving me to please these handsome men around me.

Speaking of handsome men, just then we heard "Have you seen Angelica?" We turned and Jamaal stepped into the booth. Now there was a big man. I tooknmy hand off of Travis's lap.

After a moment's pause, I responded. "I think she was with Ryan." I was curious about whether my words would have the intended effect. Sure enough, Jamaal's look darkened.