Warning: This is the second chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.
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When we were finally finished with all 18 holes, Patty excused herself to go to the restroom and while she was gone I asked PJ if he would approve of me asking Patty out on a date. "Absolutely," he replied, smiling broadly at me, "I'm sure she'll jump at the chance."
When Patty returned, PJ winked at me and excused himself to go into the Pro Shop for a few minutes. When he left, I looked over at Patty and asked her if she wanted to go into the lounge for a cold drink while we waited for her father. So, after getting our drinks and finding a place to sit, I took off my glasses and posed the question to her.
"Patty," I began, "do you think you might like to go to dinner with me some evening? You know, something low key -- maybe we can get to know each other a little better?"
"Oh, sure," she said excitedly, "I'd love that!"
Then without missing a beat, she added, "How about tonight? Are you free?"
"Yes," I answered, "totally free! Uh, about what time?"
"Well I was going to do a little shopping today," she replied, "but, maybe we can get cleaned up and if you don't mind me dragging you around the mall, we can spend the day together and then find some place to eat while we're out."
"That's perfect," I said, "You think we better clear this with your Dad?"
"Daddy already told me he liked you, Paul, and that's saying something because Daddy's always been one of those over protective fathers who've looked down his nose at most of my friends. Believe me," she continued, "he'll be elated."
"And your Mother?" I asked.
Patty shook her head as I asked, then told me her mother was long gone, taking a substantial fortune from PJ and as far as Patty was concerned, it was good riddance to her. I sensed there was no love lost between her and her mother, but I didn't feel it was my place to pursue it.
Just then, PJ peeked into the lounge and called to me. "Paul, you gotta see this putter they have in here. I think I just found a way to take some strokes off my game!"
Patty smiled and waved me away, saying "Go on and see the silly thing. I'll write down my address and phone number for you while you guys salivate over that putter."
When we'd had our fill of the new putters in the Pro Shop, we found Patty sitting on a bench next to our carts. Upon seeing us, she stood up and handed me a slip of paper with her address and phone number. As we got in the carts to take our bags out to our cars, PJ took off ahead of us, leaving Patty and I still sitting there.
"Did you say anything to Daddy about us going out?" She asked.
"Nope," I answered, "I couldn't get him away from the putters!" Patty laughed and told me she'd fill him in on the way home.
As PJ followed the cart path and made the turn around the clubhouse and then out of sight, Patty leaned over and lightly kissed me. "I haven't thanked you well enough yet for letting me have your seat on the airplane." She said.
"Hmm," I mused, "we'll have to work on that, won't we? I have a few ideas how you can thank me."
"I bet you do." Patty replied as we took off down the cart path toward the parking lot. I pointed out which car was mine and she pulled up to the trunk. Stepping out to snag my bag off the back of the cart, I popped the trunk and laid my bag inside and shut the lid. "Oh," I asked, "what time do you want me to pick you up?"
"Well, I need a little while to shower and change. Gotta wash my hair after being out here all morning," she said, "but whenever you like is fine."
I looked at my watch and then back at her. "Is an hour and a half from now too soon?" I asked, jokingly.
"I'll be ready in an hour and fifteen!" Patty shouted as she sped away, waving.
On the drive home, I couldn't get Patty out of my mind. Not only did she have the most wonderful little boobs, but she seemed to enjoy showing her panties off, too. She was enticingly sexy, clever and probably the most alluring female I had ever met. And, you know what? I liked her. Not just the boobs and the panties, I think I really liked her -- Patty, the woman.
Upon arriving home, I was in a rush to unload my clubs and get in the shower. Moving way too fast to get inside the house from the garage, I didn't set my golf bag down squarely and it fell over. "Damn!" I huffed at myself. "I hate it when that happens!"
But, turning around to see them lying on the floor of the garage, I noticed a golf glove tucked into one of the pockets where I usually keep my water balls. Now, I'm very particular about what kind of glove I use, and I knew that glove wasn't mine. Momentary panic set in thinking maybe I'd picked up someone else's golf bag, but no - a quick check told me it was my bag.
Pulling the unknown glove out of the ball pocket, I noticed it felt stiff. Looking down inside it, I could see something shoved down into the glove. Sticking my fingers in to pull whatever it was out, my jaw immediately dropped to the floor when I pulled it from the glove. It was Patty's hot pink panties! She'd folded them up into a tight package, stuffed them down into her golf glove and secretly put her glove into my bag. Damn!
Unfolding her delicate panties, I held them up to get a good look. I was amazed to see how small they were. I mean they were full cut panties, but her waist must be awful small to be able to wear these!
It was beyond the furthest reaches of my imagination to think I would ever get my hands on a pair of Patty's panties. I felt incredibly fortunate just to have been able to see them so many times while we were out golfing -- but now I was holding them in my hands! It was a good thing the garage door was closed because as soon as I'd had a good look at them, I held them up to my face and took in a long, deep sniff.
"OH HOLY SHIT!" I moaned. Her feminine smell was not only permeating the whole garment, but, the smell itself was nothing short of utopia. Looking inside, I could easily make out the whitish-clear fluids that leaked out of her vagina. Her pussy juice glistened at me under the lights in the garage and then by feeling the gusset directly, I confirmed that it was wet with her feminine juice.
Not caring about anything else at this point, the only thing on my mind was dragging out my hardened cock and beating my meat while I touched and sniffed her panties. Yes, this is another one of my little fetishes none of my previous girlfriends could understand or deal with. And while some of them allowed me some latitude with their underpants, none of them truly understood my deep desire to see and touch female underwear. Apparently, though, Patty must have understood by the way I reacted when I saw her panties out on the golf course, and she'd given them to me as a souvenir of our little adventure.
I was torn between wrapping the silky panties around my cock and tugging on my pole, and just holding them to my nose and inhaling her bouquet. In the end, I simply dropped my golf slacks to the garage floor, hauled my cock out of my underwear and held the gusset of her panties up against my nose and started to stroke myself.
Patty's panties were perfect for use during masturbation. Every breath I inhaled drove her feminine scent deeper and deeper into my being. Sensing there was at least one spot on the crotch panel that felt slippery, I decided to save that until later when I had more time to explore her panties more thoroughly. Right now, though, I needed some release and I needed it quickly. Seeing her breasts and her panties all morning had taken its toll on my self-control and all I wanted to do was cum.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back and began to stroke my tool at a nice even pace. Holding her panties to my nose, I visualized her sitting in the golf cart with her legs spread like she did, letting me look at her. And then, my mind shifted to the times I'd seen her breasts -- not only this morning, but at the airport, too. I was just starting to envision her standing in front of me topless, dressed only in her underpants when my cock erupted and shot a thick stream of cum all over my car, leaving a long arc of cum dripping down the black lacquer finish on the passenger side door.
In the past, I'd have to literally beg my girlfriends to get panties like this -- I'd have to work on them for days -- maybe even weeks to get panties that were this perfect. Patty's panties soared right to the top of the quality scale, scoring a '10' in my book.
What was curious about Patty's panties came down to this: Why would she give them to me this early in our relationship? And come to think of it -- I'd really only been around her maybe a total of five hours and I'd already seen her bare breasts and she let me look at her panties, too. Somehow, I couldn't see Patty as someone that did this with everyone she met, so why me? Maybe she just felt sorry for me and thought I needed some good jerk off stimulus. Maybe she was just doing all this as a way to say 'Thank You' for letting her have my seat on the airplane last week. Or maybe.... she felt a spark between us, too.
After my shower, I arrived at the address Patty gave me in exactly one hour and fifteen minutes to the second. I was met by a hefty iron gate about 30 feet into the driveway. Pulling up to the gate, I slowed, rolled down my window and then started to get out of the car to look for the call button. But before I could get out, Patty's voice emanated from the ivy covered wall saying, "What took you so long?"
Surprised, and unable to tell where the voice was coming from, I just sat there for a moment. A second later, the gate opened and I heard her say, "Just follow the drive to the house, Paul. I'll see you in just a minute."
To call the house and grounds 'stately' would be a misnomer. Rather, one would use the term 'unbelievable'. The lawn was immaculately kept and the short drive to the house was serene. When I pulled into the circle drive in front of the house, Patty was outside waiting for me.
Opening the car door for me as I shut the engine off, she reached her hand in as if she was going to help me out of the car. So, I reached out and took her hand, but once I was out, she didn't let go. Instead, she pulled me up the walk and into the house, where we found her father, PJ, in the huge kitchen, still in his golf clothes but wearing an apron and stirring a large pan on top of the stove.
I stared at him for a moment until he looked up at me. "I love to cook," he said, "always have. Gives me time to think."
"Don't you like Daddy's apron?" Patty asked. "It was his Christmas present last year."
Honestly, I'm not sure many men would be comfortable wearing an apron like that. It was white, and that's fine for cooking - but this one had ruffles across the bottom, on the vest and shoulder straps, too. It was obviously a woman's apron.
"Well?" Patty asked, nudging me with her elbow for an answer. "Don't you think it's cute?"
"Sir," I started, "I've never been one to comment on another man's apron, but, it's the mark of a real man who can feel comfortable wearing ruffles."
