Fetish

The whole day had been full of it. She'd thought it would lead to nothing but harmless flirting. And then, just as everyone was crowded together to enjoy the start of the nearby township's fireworks display, he'd appeared beside her with an offering of beer. Her first beer. Technically, she wasn't old enough to drink quite yet, but the party was at her family house that year and she wasn't going to be driving anywhere.

Everyone else was gone. Neighboring towns were setting off their fireworks, illuminating the horizon and sometimes a little more, but otherwise it was quiet.

Dana slid from her chair and moved around behind it, grinning as she did. The chair wouldn't completely hide her from view if someone in the house decided to peek out at them, and somehow that made what was already a heady mix even more potent. Her uncle said nothing as she settled on her knees, in the soft grass, and unzipped his fly.

He was still, seemingly doing everything he could to act as if nothing was happening while he stood out in the cool night air. He sipped at his beer, and he looked up at the sky, and to all the world he must have looked like a man at peace enjoying some solitude, but Dana knew better. His shaft hardened quickly, veins popping out every which way. He wasn't the longest she'd ever seen, even at the time, but he was by far the thickest. The head alone was almost too much to get past her teeth. It simultaneously pressed her tongue down, slid along her teeth, ground against the roof of her mouth, and filled the spaces in between with engorged flesh.

It displaced everything in its path, and she immediately felt saliva pouring back out over her lips. One hand squeezed at the root of the shaft, driving blood into the end, and the head swelled to even greater proportions.

When she had half of it in her mouth, she knew she could take the whole thing. Her gag reflex had always been extremely limited, and longer cocks than his had slid down into her throat with little effort or pain. On top of that, he was tall. Slightly taller than her father, though they were alike in nearly every other way. His shaft was already angled down, so he wouldn't be ramming against the back of her throat like some of the boys had tried to do.

Dana batted her eyelashes with practiced patience as she looked up at him. Her lips were stretched out almost comically as she pulled back, sliding smoothly along the velvety skin. He produced a prodigious amount of precum, almost continuously. When she backed off to catch her breath, there were already thick strands of fluid arcing from his throbbing cockhead to her lips. She had never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life.

She threw herself at him, pushing herself deeper and deeper, but it wasn't until one of his hands settled on the top of her head that she finally took the full length of him. Just like she'd thought, he slid right into her throat. It pleased her, but it must have driven him wild if the deep, rumbling groans in his chest could be trusted.

Her uncle had always been a restrained man, full of half smirks and tacit sarcasm, and to hear him make so much noise was such a victory for her. She couldn't help but wonder if his wife, her aunt, had ever gotten such a reaction.

It felt like she had been going for several minutes before she was sure he was as hard and thick as he was going to be. The pressure on her tongue and gums squeezed out every drop of saliva, and her mouth worked overtime to replace it, but by that time what was flooding over her lips at a near-continuous rate was much thicker, whiter, and full of bubbles.

He never said a word, and she never had the breath to do more than whimper and gasp. His fingers were tight on her scalp, and he held her head still as he moved. After the first minute or so, Dana kept her hands folded in her lap. She didn't even need to touch herself, though she would later. Repeatedly. That was the moment where her love of oral had truly come into its own, and one of the first times that she had gotten off without touching herself. Between the beer, the accidental breath play (as he was simply too thick for her to breathe around), and the many layers of lead up and context, Dana orgasmed twice back-to-back. Her body rocked, quivering, as he thrust repeatedly into her mouth.

After a while he threw away the beer can in his other hand, discarded the effort to appear casual, and grabbed her head with both hands. And then he really started thrusting. What he had been doing before had been something less, though she hadn't realized how far open his throttle could go. Saliva ran in rivulets down her neck on both sides before collecting into her cleavage. The steady stream of it reached the waistband of her shorts before she lost the ability to differentiate between that and the ocean of honey pouring from her pussy.

Nobody had ever made her tear up before, or since. Nobody had pushed her limits so close to the breaking point. When he finally came, it was merely a drop in the bucket. Her shirt had already been thoroughly soaked with the overflow of precum and saliva.

He grunted something when he finally pulled out of her mouth, though she could not hear him over her own throbbing pulse. At first she thought he'd simply walked away and gone inside, and a part of her had been glad for that. She hadn't wanted more than just to suck him off. On the other hand, he'd left quite a mess. But then, a minute later, the porch door opened and shut again while she was still knelt down in the grass behind the lawn chair, trying to catch her breath. Her uncle came over, dropped some fresh clothes in front of her, and then bent down to kiss the top of her head.

"See you inside," he'd said. Dana reached her third orgasm of the night as she remembered the sound of his boots thumping across the yard.

Her memory of it had shifted over the years. She was certain it could not have been as messy as she remembered, though she was positive that her clothes had been practically sopping from shoulder to thigh. That much she had not exaggerated, but the lengthy strands that dangled from her lips and the copious, collected mass of fluid gathered in his curly pubic hair seemed unreal in quantity.

Dana panted heavily, and wiped the sweat from her brow. Opening her eyes and returning to the moment was always disorienting, as the memory was both formative and entirely gripping. She always fell into it so completely that she could feel the grass on her knees, the warmth in the air, and his fingers in her hair.

She reached for her phone, mechanically punched in a few letters, and sent it to June. She couldn't not respond, but neither did she have the mental focus for more than an 'LOL'. Her head fell back with the phone still in her hand, and she fell asleep in moments.

***

Dana sat quietly in the kitchen, sipping her coffee the following morning, when Erin came down the stairs. She eyed her daughter and smirked. "You look like hell."

"Don't start," Erin shot back, eyebrows lowered. "I had a hard time falling asleep last night."

"Something keeping you up?"

"Yeah. You."

Dana's spine stiffened. "Me?"

"Uhh," Erin moaned, her eyebrows arched high as she shuffled to the coffee pot. "Uhhhhhh."

"You heard that?"

"Oooooooooh!" Her daughter shook her head and went into the refrigerator for her creamer. "Oh god!"

Dana's jaw fell, and she stammered for a moment before clapping her mouth closed. "I—"

"Mmmmm-hmmmm-hmmmm!!"

"Okay," Dana said, tilting her head and leveling an unamused look across the room. "I didn't realize I was being that loud."

"You were, and for like twenty minutes straight."

"I did not," Dana said, breathlessly, though even as she said it, she knew she'd lost track of time. She always did. The memory/fantasy always drew her into it completely.

Erin didn't respond except to stare at her, and Dana couldn't help but notice the bags under her daughter's eyes.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry I was loud."

"Uh huh."

Her eyes popped. "I almost forgot. I had news last night, and got completely sidetracked. I was asked to join a threesome."

Erin's face lost some of its color. "Oh?" she said, her voice wavering.

"Yes, and it will probably happen again. Same woman, different men."

"Uh huh."

"I had to say no last night. I'd already promised to be here, so it wasn't even a question."

"And this is somehow related?"

Dana laughed. "She sent me a pic of the guy she went home with. It, uh... It triggered some memories. Do you want to see it?"

Erin's lip curled and she shook her head. "I've got work to do this morning. If that picture sent you into a half-hour long frenzy, there's no telling what it'll do to me."

"It wasn't thirty minutes," Dana said. "It wasn't even twenty!"

Erin waved her off as she went back upstairs, coffee in hand, and just as she turned to go upstairs Dana caught sight of her face. She'll get used to this kind of openness, Dana thought. I just need to keep exposing her to it.

***

"I love this," Dana said, taking the black satin bolt from her daughter's hands and running her fingers over it. "My God."

Erin took the bolt back and put it in her cart with the other bolts. "Are you going to fondle every one of these?"

"Hunny, it's not my fault you have good taste." After a beat, she smirked and added, "I mean, I guess it kind of is."

She was rewarded for her wit with a rare snicker from her daughter.

"Do you see any neoprene?" Erin asked, as she walked further down the aisle with her neck craned. "Or some pleather. I'm not sure what will work best for this."

"What's the difference?"

Erin's lip curled in absent thought. "I'm not sure which one will look better. They're both synthetic, but... the Neoprene will stretch and map her natural shape a bit better and the pleather will adhere a bit more to the shape I cut it into."

Dana bit her lip and paused. "Do you think she needs contouring?"

"No," Erin said, sidestepping along , "but she thinks she does. She was very specific." For emphasis, she grabbed her own breasts and pushed them up and in. "She wants the cleavage to... draw the eye."

"Well," she said slowly, "why would you not just do that?"

Erin pulled out her phone and shook her head while she typed. After a minute, she flipped her phone around and showed Dana a piece of art of a woman, drawn in a Japanese style, in a flowing black dress.

"Okay. What am I looking at?"

"I don't even know," Erin said. "I'd never heard of this anime, but see all the..." She looked over the top of the phone and used her free hand to zoom the picture in. "See all the straps? And the buckles?"

"Yes," Dana said.

"This is the costume I'm making for her. It's a complex design. There's a lot going on. If I... if I make this out of pleather, and really amp up her bust?" She pushed her chest together and curled her shoulders inward. "It'll go from complex to busy. Instead of being hot, it'll just be an eyesore."

"Ohhh," Dana said, nodding. "So you're seeing what the customer is asking for, and you know better. You think she's making a mistake."

Her daughter shrugged. "I mean, I think so, yeah. It's a little hard to be positive, but I won't have the time to start down one direction and then reverse course if she doesn't like it. She didn't give me a lot of notice for this."

"So what do you think is the best move?"

"I mean, the neoprene. Absolutely. She already has such a nice shape, and the neoprene will just accentuate and highlight what she already has. It'll look fantastic because she looks fantastic, and just..."

Dana nodded slowly.

"The neoprene is the better choice. I just don't know that I can convince her that she'd be making a mistake to do it differently."

"Well let me ask you this. She obviously stated her intent to be... visually striking?"

"Yeah," Erin said, glumly.

"Okay. Put aside your personal feelings for a minute. If you wanted to do that, could you remove some of the other business from elsewhere in the costume? So that you can do what she wants without feeling like you're making something hideous?"

"I mean, probably?" Erin pulled her phone up and flicked her finger over the screen. "Like I said, I don't know this character or this show. There might be some things I could eliminate if I spend some time researching it, alternate versions of her costume or something, but looking into that would just compress the time I have for everything else that much more."

"And did you bring up your concerns to her?"

At that, Erin started looking squirrelly: eyes downcast to the side, shuffling her toe on the linoleum tiling.

"No?"

"I didn't know how to say you're already hot enough without sounding like I was coming on to her."

"Because you would be."

Her daughter nodded solemnly, and they both leaned against the shelf scaffolding.

"Well, I feel like there's a couple good lessons here. The first is that if you want to be a professional, and I think you easily have the talent to do costuming like this professionally, you need to find a way to push your feelings out of it. I think that later in your career, you won't be working with a bunch of girls who are friends whom you already have crushes on, and it'll be easier then."

Erin nodded.

"The second is that to a certain extent, the customer will always be right. You want to be in a position where you can turn down the contract work you don't want to do. That's the goal, but that's not where you are."

"No," Erin said, shaking her head.

"For now, you might need to find a way to do as she asks AND do enough to fulfill your own vision so that you can live with yourself. If she goes out to some con and has people asking where she got her costume, and you made her look like a ten? That's business for you."

"I know."

"Do you think she'll do that?"

Erin nodded. "She even asked if I have any business cards so she can give them out."

Dana gave her daughter a meaningful look. "That doesn't sound like she doesn't know you exist. That sounds pretty supportive."

Erin nodded again, though a bit more hesitantly this time.

"I'm not trying to say that to get your hopes up. What I mean is that sometimes we talk ourselves out of the things that are right in front of us, and we refuse to see how... how attainable those things are! If we just had the confidence to go for it, you know?"

Erin looked at her for a long moment, unblinking, and then nodded.

"So what are you going to do?"

She shivered and then nodded more firmly. "Pleather," Erin said, "but I'm going to remove one of the sets of buckles and straps and shift the other ones around a bit. I think I can see how it'll still look faithful. Plus I think I might try to get some buckles that are either gold or brass colored, because those won't be as eye-catching as silver or chrome would be."

"There you go," Dana said, proudly. "See? You thought you were stuck in a problem with only two solutions, but with a little thought you're finding your way to something that solves both problems!"

"Thank you," she said softly. She rolled up onto her tip toes and stretched, reaching for a box, and her half-jacket rode up high.

"Whoa," Dana said, leaning to the side and staring at her daughter. "Hunny, you... you are..."

Erin blushed fiercely, looking mortified.

"You have a figure!"

"Mom!" Erin hissed, settling back down on her heels and tugging at her jacket. "Stop!"

Dana held up her hands defensively. When Erin crossed her arms tightly across her chest, Dana stepped in and reached for the bolt of pleather fabric. That seemed to pacify her daughter, but they still said very little while they headed for the register.

In fact, wasn't until they were driving home that Dana said another word.

"Hunny, can I ask you something?"

"You just did," Erin said, belatedly adding a tired smile.

Dana rolled her eyes, and drummed her thumbs nervously on the steering wheel. "Ahhh," she grumbled under her breath. "This is a mistake." She shook her head one more time, and took a deep breath. "You know I saw, right?"

"Saw what?"

"How far you've come? How much all the hard work you did has paid off?"

Erin sank deeper into her chair and glowered.

"I didn't put it together when you grabbed your tits like that, but you have tits you can grab!"

"Oh my god, Mom."

"And your waist! When you twisted like that, I—"

"Please don't, Mom."

Dana shook her head. "Hunny, you still wear almost the exact same wardrobe as you did before you started transitioning. It's all baggy, and loose, and—"

"Mom!" Erin cried. "I don't want to talk about this!"

"Why? Because you don't want to admit that you're hot now?"

"No," she spat, "Because I'm not ready to be some cisbro's futa fantasy as a way to cope with the fact that he might be a little gay and doesn't know what to do about that!"

Dana's jaw fell open a little. "What is a—"

"Mom! I'm not gonna do that!"

"Dressing nice isn't a..." She blinked, trying to keep her thoughts straight. "It's not a calling card for attention, Hunny. Dress for yourself. I feel powerful, and in control of myself when I can see what my time at the gym has done for me, and that helps me feel like going back again tomorrow will be worth it and not skip! We shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies!"

Erin shook her head vigorously. "Not buying it. Also, easily is the most hypocritical thing you have ever said."

"What?"

"You don't dress for attention? Bull-fucking-shit."

"What?"

Erin turned a little in her chair, her back straight. "You dress like a slut now specifically to attract anything that moves, like you're having some kind of deviant midlife crisis, and it's fucking pathetic." Her fingers were pointed sharply, hands forming knives that cut through the air as deeply as the words did. "I'm not like you."

Dana sat back, shoulders square with the driver's seat, and stared forward numbly. Driving safely suddenly became very important, and she put a lot of attention on the careful execution of turns, braking, and acceleration because thinking about anything else would have been very difficult. After a few minutes, it became almost impossible to avoid feeling the heat on her skin, but she did her best.

She pulled into the driveway after an interminably long drive. At no point had she drifted into the kind of highway trance that allowed the kilometers to slip by unnoticed, as she was painfully aware of every second. She shifted her car into park, shut the engine off, and pulled the key out of the ignition, but Erin cleared her throat before she could open the door, and Dana paused.

"I'm sorry," her daughter croaked. "I... I didn't mean that."

"Okay," Dana said softly.

"No, I mean..."

"It's alright," she said. Dana opened the door and stood.

"Mom!"

Dana turned, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, and stared over the roof of her car. "What, Erin?"

Erin stood and stared back over the car without quite meeting Dana's gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm... not... comfortable with how I look. This is going to sound stupid, but I... I wanted breasts and... and then when they grew in I was surprised by them and... kind of scared of them." Her voice quivered. "And it's not like I could complain because you've been busting your ass for years now so we could..."

Erin swallowed, and her gaze fell even lower as she gestured to herself. "So that I could do this. I don't... I don't regret transitioning, but sometimes I still feel just as lost as I was, and that was supposed to go away."