This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the contest new rules is not allowed in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry.
"She discovered early on that soldiers would pay her an extra two bits if she gave them a hand job while wearing her white gloves," said my Dad.
White gloves? Are you kidding me? Boing! Suddenly, I had an erection thinking about Donna Reed wearing her white gloves, unzipping my fly, pulling out my cock, and stroking me with hands that reminded me of Minnie Mouse. Oh, baby.
"Later, in the late 50's, on her television show, The Donna Reed Show, her white gloves became her trademark. It was her little inside joke," said my Dad with a laugh. "Whenever she wore her white gloves on such a censored television show, I could only think of her standing on the street corner and telling the servicemen that for an extra two bits she'd wear her white gloves while she jerked them off. If only the censors knew the story behind her white gloves and all the cocks of servicemen who graced her right gloved hand, they'd pull her television series and ban her from television for life.
Even though I was sickened by the thought of my Dad getting a hand job from anyone, especially from my beloved Donna Reed, by all the intimate details that he confessed to me, he made me wonder if he received a white gloved hand job from Donna Reed and it made me excited to think that Donna Reed masturbated my Dad. Maybe that's how he knows so much about what she did and with whom she did it with back then. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to excuse myself for the privacy of the bathroom or my bedroom. Suddenly, I had this unstoppable urge to masturbate while imagining Donna Reed's white gloved hand working her magic on my stiff prick.
"Hi ya, Freddie. Want some half and half for two bucks? For an extra two bits," she said giving me her warmest Donna Reed smile, "I'll wear my white gloves while stroking your cock." Not old enough to have lived back then, I could only imagine her conversation. Surely, had I lived back then, I couldn't have retrieved my two bits from my pant pocket fast enough.
"She preferred doing that, giving a white glove hand job than getting down on her knees to give a blowjob and taking the chance of ruining her silk stockings with a run. A time before pantyhose, silk stockings were very hard to come by back then, and a girl would do anything for a pair."
Oh, my God. I couldn't imagine Donna Reed on her knees giving me or anyone a blowjob. I couldn't help but imagine Donna Reed on her knees and sucking my cock while I felt her tits. Now, I wondered if Donna Reed had given my Dad a blowjob. That was my fantasy for so long, so long ago. As a teenager, I couldn't tell you how many times I jerked off while thinking of Donna Reed sucking my cock. The visual thought of it was just too exciting to imagine.
"I remember there were five women who auditioned for the part, Doris Day, who later made many films with Rock Hudson and Tony Randall, Harriet Nelson, who later starred in Ozzie and Harriet and who was older than the other woman by a good ten years, Barbara Billingsly, who later starred as Beaver's Mom on Leave It To Beaver, Lucille Ball, who starred in I Love Lucy later, and Donna Reed, who became a movie star before she landed her own television show, The Donna Reed Show."
No friggin' way. Did my Dad just say that there were more than these five women who stripped down naked to audition for the part? My Dad didn't have to tell me who they all were. I knew them all. These were five of my all time favorite fantasy jerk off women. The only way this story could be any better is if he said that the other women who auditioned for the part were Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jane Russell, Lana Turner, and Maureen O'Hara.
"So, Dad, did you recognize any of the other unemployed Hollywood actresses who auditioned for Liberty Films when they were making porn movies?"
"Oh, sure, they were all there at one time or another getting naked, showing their body, and auditioning for various parts. Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jane Russell, Lana Turner, and Maureen O'Hara, I've seen them all naked."
When I was a teenager growing up, I can't count how many times I jerked off over Doris Day. Okay, maybe, I didn't jerk off over Harriet Nelson, Dave and Rick's Mom, but definitely, I used to jerk off over Barbara Billingsly, Wally and Beaver's Mom. I remember that she wore white gloves, too. It made me wonder if Ward, her television husband, jerked off over getting a hand from Barbara Billingsly when she played his wife, June Cleaver.
"June, can you come up to the bedroom for a minute? Oh, and bring your white gloves with you, please."
"Yes, Dear. I'll be right there, Dear." Just when I was about to do the laundry, Ward wants another white gloved hand job.
Then, I thought about all the times I fantasized about doing Lucille Ball. Back in the 50's, Lucy was a good looking woman. When I really had the horny days, back then, I even fantasized doing Lucille Ball's friend, Vivian Vance, too. Vivian had a rack. Only, every time I thought of doing Vivian, then I thought of her husband Fred Foley, playing himself as Fred Mertz and that ruined the fantasy.
"Even though all the women, except for Doris Day, willingly got naked to audition for the film, She's A Sexual Wife, Harriet Nelson didn't get the part because she didn't give blowjobs."
What? Did my Dad just say that he saw Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed naked? No friggin' way. True to her virginal image, Doris Day didn't get naked. Well, that was good to hear, I guess. "Que sera sera." Only, had Doris Day gotten naked, I would loved to have lived vicariously through my Dad to find out what kind of body Doris Day had. She did have big tits, bigger tits than all the other women.
Suddenly, I imagined them all, Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed standing there unbuttoning and/or unzipping their dresses. I imagined them removing their full slips or half slips or petticoats or whatever the Hell they wore back then. It made me want to touch myself when thinking about them removing their clothes.
So many decades later, the vision of them standing on stage, one at a time or as a group together while in their bras and panties was still an exciting thought to imagine. I imagined them slowly reaching around and unhooking their bras and removing them. Standing there topless in their nylons and garter belts, I could see them rolling down their panties. I imagined them all having full bushes. No one shaved their pubic hair back then. I imagined their tits and I imagined their nipples. I imagined doing them one at a time, kissing them, and exploring their bodies with my hands.
"Son? Hello? Are you okay?"
"Oh, sorry, Dad, did you say something?"
"If you find what I'm telling you distasteful, I can stop."
"Stop? No fucking way, I mean, no, that's okay, Dad. I can, uhm, suffer through what you have to tell me. So, uhm, Dad, are you telling me that you saw Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed naked?"
