[ENF] Will’s Mom Comes Undone

[DrVillian]

so nice to see you posting and replying to our comments love that in a writer makes me feel more self assured that you care and will put 100% into your work.

[Alexandra80]

Awww, what a wonderful story! The downfall of the rich arrogant well-dressed snob is exactly what I love! Thank you for sharing your fantasy.

If you take any requests, I would love to see one of the women who humiliate Danielle, end up wearing one of this snooty lady's elegant formal outfits. I think that would be especially painful for the protagonist.

[Chasmo]

Thanks Alexandra - I couldn't agree more! Somehow the stripping of an imperious self-centered woman in front of those who she considers to be beneath her is a favorite of mine as well. Also, I'm always happy to consider requests. Folks have some great ideas and often make stories better and new ideas come to life. Version 2.0 above is in very large part a function of some wonderful ideas hocman was kind enough to share. Hadn't considered one of the gals who turns the tables on Danielle ending up in her dress but it's a capital thought! Working on another story presently and hope to have it posted before Monday. Thanks again.

[Nicole_Nort]

i think is real story by you,,,,,,,,,,,,if you have more just share with me

[Chasmo]

Each of the nicer neighborhoods in Davidson had its own community center and Mrs. Danielle Parnell’s was no different. In fact, the Parnells and the fifty or so other families who lived in Davidson’s nicest neighborhood, each on at least an acre in homes that started at around 5000 square feet, shared a clubhouse, an Olympic size swimming pool and a lovely dock and boardwalk both of which nestled up to the West River that ran through the community. It was here that parents socialized, children played and dogs ran along the “beach” that the neighborhood association had created specifically for the residents’ enjoyment.

It was also here that Mrs. Danielle Parnell exercised her favorite pastime – looking down her nose at Davidson’s other women while slyly currying the attention of its most affluent men and boys -- their husbands and sons. The 43 year-old beauty particularly enjoyed “catching” one of those men as he stared at her spectacular ass or pert 34C breasts, the former most often accentuated by high heels the latter by a push-up bra under a stylish top, and then castigating him in front of his wife by loudly chiding, “it’s very impolite to stare you know, you should be ashamed of yourself – how inappropriate.”

What she enjoyed most though was the humiliation she knew the wives experienced as she publicly emasculated their husbands. She reveled in how the gaggle of soccer moms, brownie leaders and church volunteers all but disappeared when she cast her spell over their pathetic mates. After all, she was a gorgeous high-powered lawyer and they were . . . well . . . nothing.

On this October day, as she stepped out of her brand new Range Rover Sport, Danielle was taking her daughter Maria to the community center’s kids’ Halloween Party – a neighborhood staple that was followed in the evening by the annual Halloween Formal. The latter -- also a tradition -- required attendees to either come in black tie or costume. Although her two older kids were already out trick-or-treating, the nine year old Maria still loved to participate in the party.

As Danielle led her daughter into the clubhouse lobby, whiplash quickly struck the neck of every man who saw her – followed by a rush of blood from each big head on downward. Her black suede stiletto-heeled knee high boots, over a pair of black leggings that snugly cradled an ass that appeared chiseled from marble, confirmed for them again that Mrs. Parnell was a vision of refined sexuality. On top she wore a tight black turtle-neck sweater that emphasized the swell of her ample bosom but left no doubt as to the tautness of her midsection or the tone of her arms. Over the sweater she wore an incredibly stylish lynx fur vest that came down to just above her waist. Open in front the vest permitted onlookers a view of the oversized D&G buckle that fastened her black leather belt. Although she didn’t acknowledge the men – not a one -- she knew that they couldn’t take their eyes off her and she loved it – so typical, so pathetic. But it was the sleeve grabbing, arm punching and throat clearing of the assembled wives as they tried to regain their drooling husbands’ attention that really made Danielle’s day. She loved how her radiance blinded these foolish men to the existence of their frumpy wives.

Maria meanwhile was dressed as witch. She wore green face paint, a witch’s frock and a jaunty, pointy, black witch’s hat. Of course, she also carried a broom and, being somewhat of a tomboy, had additionally managed to sneak out of the Parnell house with her brother Will’s tarantula – George – hidden in a plastic pumpkin. Her mother, who was petrified of spiders generally and George in particular, knew nothing of her daughter’s hitch hiker. Had she even a whiff of it, Mrs. Parnell would have taken Maria right home and given her a very stern lecture about her inappropriate behavior.

As mother and daughter walked into the main ballroom where the party was getting into full swing, Maria headed off to join her friends. Danielle on the other hand, had no intention of staying. In fact she had already tasked the Parnell family nanny, Alia, with picking up Maria after the party so that Danielle would have ample time alone to prepare for the formal. That said, given the nature of any children’s event, Danielle could not avoid “engaging” with some of the other neighborhood moms, most of who were in costume both for purposes of chaperoning the children’s party and for attending the formal later that evening.

Katherine Wray, the willowy and waifish runner of the neighborhood was dressed as Peter Pan.

“She certainly has the chest of a boy,” Danielle thought to herself, emphasizing her own assets as she smiled falsely at the flat chested Mrs. Wray.

Mrs. Rebecca Ross wore the costume of a wood nymph on her body topped off with a wonderfully done paper mache donkey head on top. The somewhat Rubenesque blonde high school English teacher was costumed as Nick Bottom from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

“That’s a big ass on that big ass,” Mrs. Parnell joked inwardly as, beneath her stylish sunglasses, she rolled her eyes at Rebecca. Although Mrs. Parnell looked down her nose at Davidson’s men and women alike, even she had to admit that Rebecca’s husband, Adam Hess, was a very handsome man – and also a chubby chaser she laughed to herself.

Finally, Danielle acknowledged, barely, Mrs. Nicole Silver and PTA President Rachel Miras, the former outfitted in an ill-fitting “sexy police woman’s” costume and the latter as a character from the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

“That Silver woman should be ashamed of herself,” thought Danielle, “stuffing her oversized body into that inappropriate costume. Talk about cops as pigs!”

As for Mrs. Miras, Mrs. Parnell merely snickered under her breath, “of course she’s a Hobbit.”

As she turned to leave on one of the very high heels of her black suede boots, Danielle felt the familiar joy of superiority swelling up insider her. Wait until this load of costumed circus freaks and their drooling fool husbands see what I’ll be wearing to the formal tonight, she mused, thinking of the exquisite black gown hanging in her closet at home. Thank God there’ll be alcohol there to drown these women’s sorrows.

Back in the clubhouse it was Rebecca Ross who gave voice to what all the mothers were feeling. “Just once I’d like to see that imperious snob get taken down a peg or two,” she seethed. No one disagreed.

With Maria at the party, her other two kids off trick-or-treating and her husband still at work, Danielle Parnell could share some time with the person in the world she loved the most – herself. Stepping from the lion-clawed tub in the colossal marble sanctuary that was her private bathroom, Mrs. Parnell wrapped her heavenly body in large terry cloth towel before slipping into a silk robe. Smiling into her mirror as she prepared to apply her make-up, and with the impact she’d make at the Halloween Formal foremost in her mind, Danielle whispered, “you are indeed the fairest of them all.”

To improve upon her own perfection, Mrs. Parnell expertly applied false eye lashes and otherwise exquisitely made up her beautiful face. Her ruby red lips, not overdone but sexy nonetheless, and her tasteful eyeliner, called out in more stark relief than usual her emerald green eyes and perfectly formed and immaculate white teeth. She looked the perfect cross between Keri Russell and Miranda Kerr.

With her make-up and hair complete, the latter in an updo to lend her even more sophistication, Mrs. Parnell smiled devilishly as she began to get “dressed” for the evening. Although she generally wore only the finest lingerie from the likes of Cosa Bella and La Perla, and although no one but she (and if she permitted him, her husband) would ever see it anyway, Danielle had decided that her nod to Halloween would be to don some very naughty, cheap, Frederick’s of Hollywood, “holiday themed” underwear beneath her fabulously expensive designer gown.

Opening the small shopping bag before her, Mrs. Parnell pulled out a matching, sheer, black and orange “spider” thong and garter belt. Slipping the former up her toned legs before it settled on her taut, firm, apple-shaped bottom Danielle delighted in the naughtiness of it all. The translucent orange triangle of fabric that framed her immaculately manicured landing strip, and the spider waistband (really three pencil thin bands of fabric that mimicked a web) that attached it to its whale-tailed back, which in turn bisected her perfect ass, made for a spectacularly sexy vision.

She then put on the black “spider-web” lace garter belt, hung with orange garters, and began to roll the diaphanous, sheer, black thigh highs up her spectacularly well exercised legs. After attaching the stockings, which were topped off by orange lace welts, to the awaiting orange garters, Danielle stepped into a pair of black Christian Louboutin stilettos with 5” high, thin, shiny, silver heels.

Finally, the preening socialite put on the spider web lace adhesive bra that would permit her to push up her 34Cs even more than usual while also letting her wear a backless gown without worry of some fashion faux pas. Although God, genetics and a tireless discipline to fitness had graced the lovely Mrs. Parnell with the pert and perky breasts of a 20 year-old, she did not deem it appropriate ever to go braless. The sexy backless bra, while deliciously scandalous, would even in hiding preserve her modesty beneath her elegant frock.

Before putting on her custom-made gown, but only after sporting hanging diamond earrings, a red carpet worthy diamond necklace and a flawless diamond tennis bracelet – nearly 40 carats in all – Danielle turned to the full length mirror in her cavernous walk-in closet to drink in her favorite site. What she saw in the reflection would have put the makers of Viagra and Cialis out of business. “You’re perfect,” she cooed sexily to herself before, intoxicated by her own beauty, she turned to the side and, bending over at the waist, reached down to the floor and coquettishly said, “excuse me Mr. Hess, I must have dropped something.” Imagine what that hunky Adam Hess, that fool Rebecca Ross’ husband, would actually do if he saw me like this she thought – well he never will – the loser.

With that Danielle proceeded to slip into the floor length wrap-around gown. The bespoke designer dress was tied with a silk-bow behind her supple neck. In the front, the d****d silk plunged down to the crest of her gorgeous breasts. There was no back. The bottom half was essentially a wrap around a skirt that was kept up, and also attached to the front of the dress, by a large diamond encrusted spider brooch that, covering a large pin beneath, sat on Danielle’s left hip and held the dress together. While breathtaking, the dress was also quite “appropriate.” Although the wrap-around in the front went all the way to Mrs. Parnell’s waist, there was a sufficient overlap of fabric to only give a modest view of her legs – to just above the knee – as she walked. Only she would know what was underneath it all – at least so she thought.

Satisfied with the vision of beauty before her, Danielle d****d a black mink stole over her bare shoulders for the brief ride to the clubhouse and walked out to the waiting sedan. She was in heaven – prepared again to leave the normally flaccid husbands of Davidson aching over her splendor while rejoicing in how the attention they would lavish on her would humiliate and degrade their costumed fools of wives.

Had she not been awash in her own egoistic musings, the imperious Mrs. Parnell may have seen the family nanny Alia, along with Danielle’s three kids, trying to waive her down in the driveway. A crying Maria had just informed her brother, sister and nanny that George – Will’s tarantula -- had escaped at the Halloween party. Alia had hoped to tell her boss beforehand about the mishap but now, knowing she couldn’t dare interrupt Mrs. Parnell at the party, she and the Parnell kids would have to mount a discreet rescue mission in secret. With 13 year-old Will as the mission’s master-mind, and after gathering some glass jars, digging up some worms, collecting some small lizards and beetles that Will usually fed to George, and rigging two fishing poles with hooks for the bait, Alia and the kids headed for the club house.

As she stepped out of the town car that had just rolled up to the entry way, Mrs. Parnell prepared to wow the neighborhood as usual. As she walked into the lobby for the second time that day there was a collective gasp from the gathered men who – to her heartfelt delight – couldn’t peel their eyes from her gorgeous form. With a bit more sway in her hips than usual, the elegant Mrs. Danielle Parnell click-clacked her way down the marble hall to the banquet room. As she strutted past the collection of mothers, still in costume, that she had to tolerate earlier in the day, Mrs. Parnell could sense the stench of their jealousy and humiliation – she loved it.

Checking her mink stole, Danielle made her way to the bar for a drink. Despite any number of neighborhood men falling over themselves to off her one, much to the chagrin of their crest fallen wives, Danielle would not give even one of them the time of day. To the contrary, she took the opportunity to look upon them with disdain thinking that it made them lust after her even more. Poor Adam Hess got the worst of it when, in trying his part to get Danielle a drink he lightly grabbed her elbow from behind to get her attention.

“Get your hands off me, Mr. Hess,” she very loudly and publicly chided him, “just because your wife is dressed as an ass doesn’t mean you should behave like one.”

Poor Adam was both embarrassed and cut to the quick and shuffled off to try to explain to his equally humiliated wife Rebecca that it was all a misunderstanding. Danielle loved it.

With her own husband having cancelled due to work, Danielle took a seat at her assigned table for dinner. The banquet hall was well decorated given the prosperity of the community. There were scarecrows and pumpkins aplenty, along with your share of ghosts and skeletons. Orange filters had been installed over the lights to give the room an eerie glow while dry ice machines, blown by heavy industrial fans set at their lowest level, completed the creepy ambiance. In the center of it all, smack in the middle of the dance floor and ultimately surrounded by the well-appointed dinner tables – sat a giant cauldron filled to the brim with water upon which at least a bushel of apples floated gingerly.

Meanwhile, as wine was poured and small talk was exchanged, the Parnell kids and Alia were taking it all in from one of the large open windows looking into the banquet room. With his G.I. Joe Adventure Set night vision goggles, Will had managed to spot George crawling along the dance floor. Thankfully, and in large part due to the low lights and dry ice mist, no one else had yet spied the hairy fellow. The worst part for Will was that as he watched George amble along it was clear the tarantula was headed right toward his mother’s table.

“We’ve got to do something fast or mom will kill us,” implored young Will.

Alia knew he was right. If Mrs. Parnell saw George herself, no matter what happened after that, Alia would be out of a job.

“Okay, let’s bait the hook with a lizard and then see if we can’t cast the line under the table,” said the nanny. “Once George starts eating we’ll be able to pull him out of there and get back to the house – no harm, no foul.”

The Parnell kids did as Alia said and were quickly ready to save George, and themselves, from further peril. They had managed to move to a window directly outside their mother’s table to increase their odds of success. Now it was go time. With as much finesse as he could muster, 13 year old Will reared back with the fishing pole and cast the line through the window. As the weighted line flew floor-ward the small lizard meant as a meal for George came loose from the hook and landed squarely in the cleavage of Nicole Silver. Terrified, the buxom, red-headed “sl*tty police woman” jumped from her chair and in so doing spilled her entire glass of red wine onto Danielle’s lap.

“You fat cow, you’ve ruined my dress,” shouted Mrs. Parnell at the frightened Mrs. Silver. But before Nicole or anyone could respond the glowering Mrs. Parnell saw George running under the table toward her high-heel encased feet. Leaping to those same feet in surprise, the haughty socialite inadvertently intercepted the course of the still flying fish hook. The hook in turn, to what would soon be the delight of all but one person in attendance, snagged onto the clasp beneath the diamond spider brooch that held Mrs. Parnell’s elegant dress together – and through the dress itself. In all the ensuing commotion, neither Danielle nor anyone else had noticed a thing.

“Got him,” shouted Will as felt some tension on the line and prepared to reel his pet into safety.

“Oh my God -- a spider,” shrieked Danielle as she began to beat a path toward the dance floor in fear of the hairy creature.

What happened next would be talked about for years to come. As his mother fled one way, Will Parnell, intent on saving George, pulled back on the fishing pole with all his might. Katherine Wray, who had been sitting right next to Danielle at dinner, through which she endured all of the snob’s sideways looks, saw it first. As the high and mighty Mrs. Parnell, now flustered by her own child’s pet, began her journey to safety she appeared to be jerked forcibly backward from the waist – once, twice and then a third time. As the frightened diva finally appeared to break the grip of whatever restrained her, Katherine heard a small thud and looked down to see the fancy spider brooch that had been at the preening prima donna’s waist fall to the ground.

Danielle heard it too, and seeing the brooch drop to the floor, while almost running over Adam Hess, bent at her waist to pick it up.

“Excuse me Mr. Hess, I must have dropped something,” she stammered awkwardly just as her son, now with Alia, Maria and Anna all helping, tried one more time to reel in the missing George.

With their collective effort outside the window, a giant ripping sound could be heard throughout the banquet hall as the frazzled uber mom, bent over at the waist, at last grasped the now useless brooch – but her efforts were futile. As Danielle’s neighbors watched the elegant designer gown mysteriously unwrap itself from its snooty wearer, Mrs. Katherine Wray eased its journey window-ward by gently untying the silk knot behind Mrs. Parnell’s lovely neck.

Outside the window, Alia and her three charges watched as a large black cloth, along with George who was swept up by the dress, came floating out there way. “We’re outta here kids, grab the spider,” yelled the nanny as they all began the run for home.

Meanwhile back inside you could hear a pin drop – there in front of all her neighbors, bent over in the very position in which she had admired her spectacular body only two short hours before, was the town’s biggest snob – Danielle Parnell -- revealed in a most highly “inappropriate” state. As the howling laughter of their wives snapped Danielle to her feet, Davidson’s men – led by Adam Hess -- collectively groaned at the site of her in her towering 5” heels, shimmering black thigh highs topped off with an orange welt, lacy Halloween colored garter belt, and mouth-watering “spider” thong – what an ass. Her firm abs topped by her perky 34Cs encased in the lacy, backless, spider bra caused a drooling platoon of waiters to drop half the evening’s dinners at once.

Danielle couldn’t think straight. What just happened? Where was her dress? Oh my God, they can see me in this, cheap, naughty underwear. She knew she had to flee and, without a moment’s hesitation, turned to run for the door. What she hadn't counted on was the location of the cauldron which, as she ran smack into its side, caused her to plunge head first into the water.

The slapstick nature of the unfolding events had the neighborhood mothers in stitches. The preening know-it-all and self-appointed queen of the May, Mrs. Danielle Parnell, who had tormented and looked down on them for years, was quickly become a laughing stock. That image was only enhanced as the disgraced alpha female emerged from the giant cauldron. Her once impeccably coiffed hair looked like a wet mop, a false eye-lash had come loose and was stuck to her face at a ridiculous angle, her sexy eye-liner now made her look more like Alice Cooper than Miranda Kerr.

But that paled in comparison to what happened next. Now out of the soup and back on her feet, but frozen in place by humiliation, the once domineering lawyer merely looked down with shock as her lacy spider themed adhesive bra, unstuck by her stumble in the water, fell from her beautiful pert breasts to the dance floor below. There for all to see were the magnificent tits of the town tease – perfect in their size and shape and with nipples made hard by the combination of cold water and abject degradation.

Not one to let a chance like this slip by, and still smarting from Ms. Perfect calling her a fat cow, Nicole Silver grabbed Danielle by the arm thereby snapping the neighborhood snob from her trance. Then with a wry smile on her face, and to the delight of everyone at the formal, Mrs. Silver unclipped the hand-cuffs from the belt of her costume and slapped them on the diamond encrusted wrists of Mrs. Parnell which she had forcibly secured behind Danielle’s back.

“You missy, are under arrest for the crime of arrogance,” Nicole began. “And as with any crime, in order to make things right, you must be punished.”

The neighborhood moms, now almost crying they were laughing so hard, could not believe it. The tipsy Mrs. Silver was about to spank little Ms. Perfect – and no one deserved it more.

“Redden that little ass,” cried Rachel Miras.

“Make it so she can’t sit for a week,” chimed in Katherine Wray.

As she raised her palm for the first strike Nicole Silver saw it, the Frederick’s of Hollywood tag on Danielle’s spider webbed panties. “Oh my God,” she cried out hysterically, “little Miss Fancy Pants buys her undies at Frederick’s of Hollywood – the cheap tramp.”

As the laughter rose to a crescendo, and following the first of what was surely to be a rain of spanks to her oh-so-fit behind, the humiliated Mrs. Parnell made a run for it. Rolling off of Nicole’s lap before, struggling to her feet, Danielle (still handcuffed) headed for the door as fast as her heels could carry her. As she lunged after her prey, all Mrs. Silver caught was the sprinting diva’s thong which, torn from her body, now left her in only her heels and stockings. With cell phones and cameras recording her near naked form for posterity, the once supremely confident Mrs. Danielle Parnell, with her landing strip and rock hard nipples on full display, cried out desperately “please . . . someone cover me.”

It was at that point that Rebecca Ross removed the donkey mask from her own head and jammed it on Danielle’s.

“That’s from me and my husband, you snooty b*tch,” announced Rebecca. “Consider yourself covered.”

The other women went wild. Emboldened by their cheers, Rebecca slapped the defeated Mrs. Parnell on her stunning behind and shouted “who is the ass now?”

Knowing it was her, Danielle sprang from the banquet hall and the last anyone heard from her was her heels quickly click-clacking away down the marble hall.

[hocman]

Great writing again and to keep these stories as stand alones so it appears Mrs. Parnell suffers her humiliation for the first time is perfect. Love your attention to detail particularly in the way she is dressed. To pump out 3 of these in such a short time is remarkable. Look forward to the next installment. You have created a memorable character in our Mrs. Parnell.

[Chasmo]

Thanks hocman -- the feedback is genuinely appreciated. I feel like I may have posted this one before it was ready for prime time in order to meet a self imposed deadline and apologize for some typos I found as well as some awkward sentence structures. I may release this one again with those errors cleaned up and a slightly more well developed ending so please stay tuned! Thanks again!

[DrVillian]

WOW amazing story once again loved the themed underwear and the other mothers teaching the snobby b*tch a lesson. Fantastic also to have the snobby b*tch stripped by her own kids trying to save there pal George keep up the great work.

[hocman]

Funny well developed ending! Her end is well developed. Just a personal preference, would like to see the spanking extended or little more detail added, thanks.

[Chasmo]

Thanks as always Dr. V -- glad you enjoyed it! As I mentioned to hocman, I may clean this one up a bit and reissue it -- apologies for the poor editing. The next installment may see Danielle undone at work. The woman on whom Mrs. Parnell is based has a male law partner who is equally narcissistic. For humor's sake I'm thinking of having them both suffer her standard fate but don't know if it will fly on this forum. We shall see.