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The Story So Far:-
This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. We began with
Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.
The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.
The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.
Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.
MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY
Chapter 1
By Mistress LeatherBeth
Jane and Tori had originally said ‘this Friday’ as the starting date for the House Party, but they’d subsequently agreed that Jane and Andy should arrive a day early, so as to be in place for even the earliest arrivals among their invitees. So it was that on Thursday morning they prepared for their journey.
As part of Jane’s plan to avoid contact with the Sisterhood (or even worse, the Dark Institute), she and Andy had been moving around for a few weeks now, and for the last week or so they’d been based at a small but exclusive Bloomsbury hotel near Russell Square tube station, owned and run by an old school friend (and former lover) of Jane, named Natasha.
“Nats, darling, it’s been so good to see you again,” said Jane, exchanging air kisses. “we’ll possibly be passing back this way in a week or two.”
“Give me a few hours’ notice, and we’ll be ready for you. ‘Bye, Andy, dear. It’s been wonderful to meet you,” Natasha said, caressing the bum of Andy’s short, tight, black latex skirt. Andy blushed slightly, until Jane winked at him, causing him to grin. “It’s been great staying with you,” he smiled. With that, he and his aunt climbed into Matilda, Jane’s bright red 1975 MG Midget. The engine roared as they pulled away, waving to Nats.
“Next stop, Mayfield Court,” said Andy.
“Not quite,” said Jane, “we’ve still got one more visit before we set off. But it’s just round the corner.” With that she turned Matilda tightly into a side street behind the Dickens Museum and pulled up outside a car dealership. A Bentley Continental GT convertible stood a few feet away, its Glacier White surface being gently buffed by a very handsome gentleman (he was obviously a gentleman) in a cutaway black coat and chalk stripe trousers. He looked up and welcomed the new arrivals with a broad smile.
“Jane! Such a pleasure to see you again.”
“You too, Milo. It’s been too long.”
With that they strolled the short distance to the end of the street in deep conversation, occasionally looking over their shoulders towards Andy. Or were they actually looking at the cars, and Andy just happened to be in the frame? Whichever, after a couple of minutes, Jane handed a credit card, together with Matilda’s keys, to Milo, who went inside.
“Auntie,” said Andy, “what’s happening? You’re not selling Matilda, are you?”
“Of course not,” replied Jane. “She’s just going to have a service. She’s not in the first flush of youth, after all. Also, anyone trying to find us knows to look out for her. This way, when we collect her, she’ll be back to her best, with a brand new, British Racing Green paint job.”
“Oh, good, she’ll like that,” said Andy, then blushed a little as he realised what he’d just said.
“You’ve known Milo for long?” he asked, to get the subject away from cars and their personal preferences.
“Oh, yes,” said Jane. “Nats and Milo were two of my closest friends at school.”
“School? But you went to an exclusive school for young ladies.”
“That’s right, and so did Nats and Millicent.”
“Milli…?” Andy was obviously confused.
“That’s right,” smiled Jane. “Milo used to be Millicent.” Andy gulped.
“Oh… Erm… Ah…,” he said, “I’ve never come across, you know, across, erm…”
“Across a luxury automobile sales executive?”
“Yes, Auntie.” Another change of subject was required. “They have experience with MGs?”
“Well, they are Bentley specialists, though they do occasionally permit a Rolls into their workshop, but Matilda is such a special car that they were only too happy to take care of her.”
With that, Milo was back amongst them again. A couple of signatures later and he handed over what looked, at first sight, to be a USB stick, along with Jane’s credit card and an embossed envelope containing the requisite paperwork.
“Auntie.”
“Yes, Andy?”
“I still don’t understand. How are we going to get to Mayfield Court without Matilda?”
“Why, in the Bentley, of course. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Aren’t Bentleys hideously expensive?”
“New ones, yes. But this is nearly four years old. And Milo came up with a great short term lease agreement, so it’s quite reasonable.”
“And it has a name?” asked Andy, as they slid into the exotically luxurious cream leather seats.
“What do you suggest?”
“Can you switch on? The engine might give us an idea.”
“Good thinking,” said Jane. With that she inserted the slim end of the key fob and pressed two buttons on the dash. For a second, nothing seemed to be happening. But it was. The lightest of purrs, barely audible. But then, below the level of normal human hearing, the six-litre W12 626bhp engine began to emit a throb, a throb which gave Andy a response normally only associated with a hummingbird. Then, as some form of vibration caused tiny ripples to sweep across the latex enclosing his thighs, the sound broke through into the human range. Matilda, for all her lesser specifications, could produce plenty of decibels, but the Bentley impregnated its noise with nuance and multiple layers.
Andy looked at his aunt, and whispered, “Bruno?”
Her eyes twinkled as she said, “That’s perfect. Let’s get Bruno en route for Mayfield Court.”
Zero to sixty in 3.7 seconds isn’t really practical in Bloomsbury, but it wasn’t much more than ten seconds later that the roar was already fading, and Bruno was quite out of sight.
The previous few days had been busy for quite a few people. For Leanne, her single biggest thrill had been her appointment with Mrs Grenville. Mrs G’s day job could be quite emotionally draining, involving the supply and fitting of prosthetic breasts following medical mastectomies.
Consequently, any opportunity she got to help a young (or not so young) man fulfil dreams of femininity lightened her spirits no end. Leanne came away from the appointment with two sets; a C-cup for daytime wear, and a DD to wear when she was out on the pull. Steph had provided Mrs Grenville with a more than adequate budget, and Mrs G had done them proud. When Leanne arrived home Steph, with a little tear in her eye, challenged her daughter to a breast-jiggling competition. Steph’s many years’ experience of ‘getting them out for the lads (and girls)’ ensured her victory, but she had no doubt that Leanne would soon be able to follow in her tit-prints.
The following morning there was a ring at the doorbell. Steph switched off her vib and quickly made herself presentable, then opened the front door just as the bell was about to be rung again.
“Can I come in, Aunt Steph?”
“Chris? This is a surprise. Why, yes, of course.”
They settled themselves in the lounge and, since Chris was looking decidedly sheepish, Steph took control of the conversation. “Let me guess. Brian’s plans have gone pear-shaped again?”
“Well, yeah. Dad’s had some bad luck.”
“Bad luck my arse!” exclaimed Steph. “I know he’s your father, but he’s been my brother for a lot longer. And for the longest time I’ve known only too well that he couldn’t bring to fruition an evening of excessive alcoholic overindulgence on premises designed, built and maintained for the manufacture, packaging, marketing and distribution of intoxicating beverages in industrial quantities.”
Chris’ brow furrowed for several seconds before he suddenly mouthed ‘piss up, brewery’ and smiled. “Hardly fair, Aunt Steph,” he muttered.
“He’s a disaster area.” she insisted. “How much did he lose this time?”
“He’s looking to find about thirty grand to clear the most pressing creditors.”
“Well, good luck to him with that,” she said. “Now you’ve had some personal experience of what Charlie had to put up with, and why she wound up throwing him out.”
“Yeah,” said Chris, “I used to think that Mum was too hard on him, but I’m beginning to think that maybe she had him figured out correctly.”
“No ‘maybe’ about it. And now you understand why your gran left most of her money to me, and only let Brian have a generous allowance. She was a smart cookie. She knew what he was like. Look, Chris, I can see why you might have wanted to get involved, and you let him talk you round. He’s your father, after all. But can you imagine what Charlie’s going to say when she finds out? Especially after that tale that you told her and got me to corroborate?”
“That’s why I’ve come round. I was wondering if you could help me make things OK with her.”
“It’s not going to happen. Charlie’s my best friend…
“(and the rest),” muttered Chris.
“… and I already feel awful about helping you with your deception.”
“Well then, can I stop here with you for a bit until I get myself sorted?”
“There’s a bit of a problem there.” said Steph. “We’ve been invited to join a Country House party for an extended stay, leaving on Friday, so you’d be here on your own, and I know for a fact that you’re not exactly the most house trained… unless…, I suppose you could come with us. Our invitation did say ‘The More The Merrier’.”
“That’s an idea,” said Chris, brightening up. “Incidentally, how is Liam? Not in today?”
“An appointment at Dolls House,” explained Steph.
“Dolls House? Isn’t that the beauty salon place that you and mum use?”
“Ah, yes, you won’t have heard the news. Liam is now Leanne, 24/7.”
“Wow,” said Chris, “how did that happen?”
“Apparently Liam had a boyfriend for a time who kept calling him ‘girlfriend’, and it piqued his curiosity. One thing led to another, and Liam became Leanne.”
Chris’ chin actually dropped as he realised that he was the boyfriend who’d been the major influence in the feminisation of his cousin.
“Wow! That’s a big step. Difficult, too.”
“O, he had a lot of help from Kelly, you know, Kelly Cropper.”
Once again, Chris felt a little lightheaded. His ex- was into feminising boys? He could have believed it of Kelly’s mother, but Kelly?
A couple of minutes later, with Steph taking a phone call in the kitchen, Leanne returned. Who performed the bigger double take when she and Chris came face to face is debateable.
“Hello, you,” whispered Leanne with a grin, recovering first.
“Hi, erm, Li-Leanne? You look stunning,” said Chris. He knew that he shouldn’t stare, but Leanne’s impressive cleavage was drawing his eyes inexorably. Also, he desperately wanted to let his cousin know that she had what looked like a dollop of cum around the bridge of the nose.
“What’s that, Chris?” she asked, pretending not to understand his gestures and eyebrow waggles. “Some problem? Oh, has that naughty Jerome left a calling card?” With that, she scooped the deposit from her face with a middle finger, then inserted it, lasciviously, into her mouth, obviously savouring every last drop.
“Jerome?” croaked Chris.
“Works near Doll’s House. He never says no to a blow.”
Chris gulped. “You two are, you know…?”
“Not at all,” said Leanne, “he’s just got a nice cock. If you’re asking if I have a regular boyfriend, I suppose the nearest to that would be Anton.”
“That’s interesting,” said Chris, “Kelly, you remember Kelly, she had a half-brother called Anton.”
“Yes, that’s him. His cock is even nicer. But he knows I’m not the type to be faithful.”
Chris was beginning to feel a little light-headed with the situation. This house party was going to need him to keep all his wits about him.
The Bentley’s journey to Mayfield Court had been uneventful, and Tori had been waiting for them. Within a couple of minutes of the Bentley subsiding from roar to purr, Andy had decided that she was just as nice and kind a person as Mayfield. He hadn’t really spoken to her whenever she’d visited the village and, whilst he was far less easily embarrassed than he used to be, he never took it for granted that a hot’n’sexy femboy like himself would be universally accepted. But he needn’t have worried, and the three of them were soon chatting away over an early lunch prepared by Mrs Tucker, with Tori admitting that, if she were twenty years younger, she would have loved to try a skirt like Andy’s. Or a pair of navy Freddys, like those that Jane was wearing, though she said she would need to spend a little time at the gym. These last few weeks, she said, with a crutch or walking stick in one hand, had too often found her with a cream cake in the other, and she said that her waistline had suffered a little, though Andy couldn’t see any problem.
Tori asked Jane about the other guests. “Of course, Mayfield has told me about Will. A very good looking young man, apparently, and devoted to Andy, but who else do we have?”
“O, yes,” said Jane. “Andy and Will are quite love’s young dream. Let’s see. There’s Kat and JoJo. They work in the village pub, and they’re bringing their friend Chloe with them. She has a summer job at a new fetish shop in town.
“Then there’s Steph and Leanne. Leanne is a newish femboy whom Andy and I are mentoring, and Steph is her mother. They’ll be accompanied by Leanne’s boyfriend, Anton, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Steph also brought a friend or two. Then there’s Anton’s half-sister, Kelly, who has also been helping Leanne, and who will be bringing another femboy with her. And there’s Kerry, an experienced femboy who acts as PA to a local businessman. One or two other invitations have been sent out, but without definite replies yet.”
Steph, Leanne, Anton and Chris had set off early on Friday morning. Steph was channelling her inner Jane, with a particular Steph twist. Her new black Freddys were smooth and gleaming, with no hint of panty line, whilst her undersized silver metallic blouse was half open, exhibiting a buoyant unsupported rack. Equally as eye turning as Jane, even if she lacked the latter’s style, class and sophistication.
Chris and Anton had got to know each other slightly when Chris and Kelly were an item, and had got on well enough at the time. But now they were barely acknowledging each other’s existence, given that the main thing they now had in common was sex with Leanne.
As Steph pulled the Blue Ridge Mountain metallic BMW X7 out into traffic, nobody aboard noticed the dark grey Dacia Sandero parked about fifty yards away. It had been in the same spot from dawn to dusk for the last few days. But at last Bianca’s patience had been rewarded. She switched on the engine and fell in behind the X7, keeping three vehicles back. She smiled as she thought of how grateful Madame Cropper would be when Bianca delivered Jane and Andy to The Sisterhood.
To be continued
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