I did a lot of research on the manufacturer of the doll. I learned about the options that could be customized. Eye color, hair color and length, skin tone, even nail polish. Darren had opted for the French manicure for Claire. Then there were nipple type and pubic hair options. That last one was one of the reasons I was dragging my feet. Claire had a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and I had been waxed recently. I finally realized that I wasn't going to be able to hold out for the time it took to grow my pubes, so I added that to my list of things to talk to Oscar about.
Oscar is good friend and make-up artist, and twisted enough himself to 'help a girl out' when she wants to role-play with her partner. That is how I explained my diabolic plan; as 'role-play,' and Oscar was on board. I set up an appointment for him to bring his kit to my studio Thursday morning.
I found a red-haired straight bob on A****n, along with a ridiculously short denim skirt, tube socks, and black Converses. I already owned a pink lacy thong and a white ribbed tank top, which I cut off to barely cover my boobs. I even cut the back and duct-taped it back together. When I had everything I needed, I emailed Darren and told him Claire was ready and he could pick her up Thursday. I told him to make sure he had some time to spare and didn't have to rush off, because I "wanted to go over some things" with him. Of course he agreed.
Meanwhile, there was a song I couldn't get out of my head by Iggy and the Stooges. "I Wanna Be Your Dog," morphed into "I Wanna Be Your Doll."
Thursday morning I was nervous. Sure, I could have just flirted with Darren and tried to seduce him, but that wasn't what I wanted. I needed to be clear about my intentions and not get into anything beyond the specific idea I had in mind. I figured the direct approach would work. He would either reject my offer and I would never have to see him again, or he could accept and...
Oscar did an amazing job on my make-up after studying the photo of Claire's face. I didn't show him the actual doll because I'd promised Darren to keep it a secret. Oscar used a spray to cover my tattoos, and helped me get the green contacts in. "Girl, I've never seen you with fake nails. I thought they interfered with your work."
"That's why I used press-on instead of acrylic. It is just for one day." I explained.
When he was all done, Oscar stood back to look at me and admire his handiwork. "Girrrrrl, you are oozing slutty sex appeal!" And that was without the outfit.
After Oscar left, I put on the wig and the clothes, then went over to have a little talk with Claire. I know, I was bordering on creepy here, but...I just wanted to get her blessing to 'borrow' her man with the contingency that I wouldn't keep him. I did fix her broken back and torn anus. The least she could do was loan me that hot nerd for just one day.
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The roll-up door rattled at the sound of a knock. Oh god, he was early.
He didn't recognize me at first, but I watched his face register what was going on. His expression blew right through horror, to confusion, and then settled on anger. "Is this your idea of a joke? I trusted you and you're making fun of me?" He looked around the room, like he was scanning for something. "I better not be on a reality show, Lisa. I'll fucking kill you, I swear!"
"It's not a joke, Darren. You aren't on any show, I promise."
"Then you're just mocking me for your own personal enjoyment? Where's Claire? Did you fuck with her?"
"No, Darren, Claire's fine. In fact, she's better than fine."
My tone seemed to relax him slightly. "Why are you dressed like her?" He didn't sound hostile anymore, just guarded. "Did you cut your hair?"
"Maybe." I didn't want to tell him it was a wig.
"Why did you do this?" Now he wore an expression of sadness, and it tore me up. He really didn't get it.
"Don't you understand, Darren? I'm trying to turn you on."
He stared at me like I might be pulling some kind of con. "What?"
His posture softened - but not like he'd relaxed. More like ... weariness. I suddenly got the feeling that he had endured a lot of teasing in the past - that I shouldn't fuck with this guy. Well, I definitely should fuck with him, but not with his mind. Since he couldn't figure it out on his own, I needed to be blunt.
"The way you talked about Claire and what you like to do to her really turned me on. A lot. I can't stop thinking about it, picturing it. Darren, I'm totally serious about this: I want to role-play for you. As Claire."
He kept staring, and I got more and more nervous that I might be looking at rejection here ... until my eyes fell on the bulge in his pants.
Erection or not, though, I guess it was still a challenge for him to accept what I was saying, because the next words out of his mouth were, "Really? Lisa, why? You've got to have lots of guys after you. Man, if you went outside dressed like that..."
"I don't want lots of guys. I want someone to want treat me like you treat Claire. I want to be...used. But in the loving tender way that you behave with Claire."
"I'm not always gentle with her," he warned. But a grin came over his face too.
"Well...I was actually hoping that would be the case."
His gaze changed, tightened, turned observant along with its disbelief. "You took out your nose ring."
Deborah waved goodbye to Jason as she watched him turn the corner at the end of their street, and then he was out of sight. The mother sighed, a smile on her face despite the feeling of loneliness she felt with her son off to school. As she sighed, she noticed the faint cummy smell lingering on her breath from Jason's load that she had swallowed that morning. Licking her lips, she could still faintly taste her son's salty, sweet cum. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she remembered his cock spitting out thick gooey ropes into her mouth. Not a normal breakfast for her, but Deborah thought she could get used to it.With another wistful sigh, Deborah turned around and walked into the house, shutting the door behind her. Standing in the entryway, she tapped her foot and pursed her full red lips, still swollen from her dick sucking, as she thought about how she would spend the day. There weren't any chores around the house that she needed to do, and if there were she wasn't about to s
Once she had them settled back on her face, she smiled and stood up from the toilet seat, turning around. Jason swallowed as he looked at the back of his mom's ass. There were red marks from where her thighs had been touching the seat, but his eyes quickly passed up her smooth supple thighs to her firm yet wide and bubbly butt. There was such a sexy, smooth crease where butt met thighs, no sagging at all and a clear separation between the two. Then, as she bent at the hip, pushing her butt back towards him, his eyes widened as he finally got a view of his mother's pussy-the place he had come from.Peeking out from between her curvy, motherly thighs, stood a pair of absolutely swollen, slick, and puffy pussy lips. They were an adorable shade of pink, and glistened with her womanly dew. He could see a bit of curly glistening hair just below the shining pink pearl that was her clit. And right down the middle, were the folds on her even brighter insides.Jason started to rise up from his
Deborah tickled her son's balls as she swirled her tongue in tiny circles around Jason's urethra. She sucked her cheeks in, providing some suction while also molding her soft wet cheeks to her son's spongy cock head in an attempt to draw out more precum; she succeeded. Jason's flavour filled her mouth and his scent assaulted her nose. She felt hazy, as if she were drowning in her son's musk. Moving her lips up and down slightly, the mother moved her hands from his balls and cock to his hips, where she pulled herself forward, feeling his spongy head push further back in her mouth. She moaned as she felt his wide head push at the back of her mouth, trying to get into her throat."Oh my God mom," Jason moaned, almost a whimper. Deborah felt his hands grab onto hers on his hips. One hand quickly left hers to gently touch her head. Deborah moaned more loudly, as loud as she could with her son's heavy cock filling her mouth, in encouragement. Feeling his hands on her as he filled her with h
Jason watched, his mother's hand as it moved between her legs. He breathed in deeply through his nose as he watched her hips shift as she widened her legs so that her hand could reach through. Now, with a slightly better view, he got a much clearer view of her dark curly bush, but any glimpse of her lips beneath was quickly hidden by his mother's hand and the toilet paper she used to wipe her lips. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined what her pussy lips must look like, what she looked like from beneath that lid. Deborah's breath caught as she visibly saw her son's cock twitch through his pants. She placed her knees together again, and shifted her hips, but not from wanting to shield the view of herself, rather from pure horniness. Not wanting to get up afraid that her son would see her surely glistening lips underneath her trimmed bush, and also not wanting this situation to end. Deborah swallowed and plucked up the courage to make the next step. "Do... do you
The next day, Jason got up before his mother and, wanting to somehow repay the favour she had done him the other day, made her some breakfast in bed. Deborah was so touched by her son's gesture; she happily sat in bed and ate her waffles as Jason sat on the edge of the bed and talked with her between bites.Deborah stole furtive glances at her son's crotch as he sat on the edge of her bed, but his erection was under control apparently. The mother didn't know that her son had woken up before the dawn and blown two loads to the memory of her from yesterday.Much like the day before, Jason followed his mother around the house wherever she went, doing whatever she was doing if he could participate, and if not, finding something else to do in the same room so that he could stay close to her. Deborah even got up and moved around the house for no reason at times to see if Jason followed; he did.At one point, when Deborah got up from reading her book while Jason was watching Netflix with the
As Deborah snapped open the bottle, she wagged her finger at her son. "You leave that to mommy okay baby," she said as sternly as she could while pouring a generous portion of lube into her hand. Jason smiled sheepishly and pulled his hand away to place both hands behind his head, supporting it, so that he could gaze at his mother.Deborah really appreciated the way her son stared at her as she coated her hands in lube. When she grasped his dick again, he gasped. "O-ooh, that's cold." He said with a shaky laugh. Deborah giggled herself."Don't worry baby, it'll get warmer soon," she said softly as she now stroked up her son's length in full long strokes, adding more pressure than she had been before now that her fingers just glided along his full length. The lube leaked out between Deborah's fingers and ran down her son's cock in goopy lines falling towards his balls. With her other hand, she massaged the lube into his nuts, pushing them around and squeezing oh so gently. Jason moaned