A Helping Hand

She didn't seem bothered by the fact that my cock quickly became rock hard in her hand while she finished the job. Using the towel she cleaned off the excess shaving cream. Finally she squirted some of the lotion into her hand and slowly rubbed it all over my cock and balls. I stood frozen as her hand started at the base of my cock and slowly moved up the length of my penis until she circled the tip. Her hand was gently squeezing me while she massaged the lotion into my skin.

"Now don't forget to use the hair remover next time you shower. I expect you to shave yourself every day until the party. And the lotion is very important, it will make your skin as soft as mine. Ok?"

"Ok, mom." I replied meekly.

My mother walked over to me and slid my arms through the arm straps of the corset and then wrapped it around my torso. She turned me around and played with the straps pulling them tight.

"Tell me when it's too tight."

"Unggh..." I could only get out a little grunt.

She took the hint and barely loosened the corset before tying it off. I was struggling to breathe but she didn't seem too concerned. The corset was made of a black elastic material with stiff ribbing going up the length of my torso. The ribbing was covered in strips of bright pink satin. The shoulder straps were accented with pink lace and the cleavage of the corset was covered in pink lace ruffles topped with a pink satin bow in the middle. The bottom of the corset was trimmed with the same pink ruffles as the cleavage. Four thin black straps hung down from the corset, two in the front and two in the back. After securing the corset my mother pulled two rubber objects from one of her bags. She slipped one into each of the cups of the corset and stood back to examine the results.

"Not too shabby."

I reached up and squeezed my new fake breasts through the corset.

"Since you will be wearing stockings for the party you should start getting used to them. You will have to learn how to put them on yourself so pay attention."