[ENF] Will’s Mom Comes Undone

[amfanon]

It's not that I can't stop. Because I can. I can stop reading any time I want to. I just REALLY need you to post the next part. Not for any particular reason.

[Chasmo]

You're cracking me up so thanks. That said, I have some good news and some bad news. Bad news first -- I'm still struggling a bit with finishing this story so it may be a few days before the next part goes up -- sorry about that. On the good (I would call it great) news front, if you watch the current trailer for the upcoming episode of HBO's The Brink, you'll see in the final 3 or 4 seconds a scene that in my mind is straight out of a WMCU tale -- great stuff!! I have no idea what the context of the scene might be or whether I'll even enjoy it in context. But taking it as it is (without any contextual framework) and superimposing on it my idea of Danielle making a grand escape gives me great joy.

[amfanon]

Originally Posted by Chasmo

You're cracking me up so thanks. That said, I have some good news and some bad news. Bad news first -- I'm still struggling a bit with finishing this story so it may be a few days before the next part goes up -- sorry about that. On the good (I would call it great) news front, if you watch the current trailer for the upcoming episode of HBO's The Brink, you'll see in the final 3 or 4 seconds a scene that in my mind is straight out of a WMCU tale -- great stuff!! I have no idea what the context of the scene might be or whether I'll even enjoy it in context. But taking it as it is (without any contextual framework) and superimposing on it my idea of Danielle making a grand escape gives me great joy.

I hope you're right the episode, cause those 2 seconds look interesting , and I hope you're wrong about how long it takes for you to finish, because I'm running out of creativity for non-annoying ways to say I'm looking forward to the next part. I know, hard to believe, but true.

[Chasmo]

I apologize in advance for an ending with which I'm still not completely satisfied. Although I may yet revise it or pen an epilogue I hope that it doesn't totally disappoint.

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As if by magic, and as the entire community of Davidson looked on, the very fashionable, very sophisticated, black Armani skirt, that had so endowed Mrs. Danielle Marie Parnell with the power she had projected all night (and that Rachel Miras feared she was about to suffer in full), parted at the lovely lawyer's slender waist before quickly falling into a pool at her high heeled feet revealing a very tight, very translucent, pair of black and white leopard spotted lacy La Perla boy briefs.

As the shell shocked solicitor's eyes practically bugged out of her sockets, and her oh-so-stylish tortoise shell glasses slid down to the end of her perfect nose, the prior silence broke and the entire crowd -- particularly its women -- erupted into a thunderous cacophony of laughter. Standing there before them, in her barely there panties with a pattern that matched her towering high heels, was the town's biggest tease and narcissist -- her mouth wide open in the shape of a giant "O" -- but for the first time in anyone's memory, without a word to say.

For the men, seeing the outline of the sexy mom's gloriously exercised ass through the lacy confines of Mrs. Parnell's panties was more than recompense for any slights they had suffered whether from her mere eye rolls or withering tongue lashings. Long had they fantasized about what the stuck up little sexpot might be wearing under her power suits and now, unbelievably, they knew. There wasn't a flaccid member in the park. For the women, watching the little tease go from frazzled -- a wonderful enough comeuppance -- to skirt-less was a form of sweet revenge the likes of which they could never have imagined. If they only knew what was yet to come.

"Oh my God . . . my skirt . . . my panties . . . stop looking at me," screamed Danielle, finally giving voice to her predicament while her mind tried to comprehend how in mere moments she had gone from regally commanding the crowd to its laughing stock. As her hands instinctively sought to cover, in front and in back, her luxuriously sexy lingerie -- intended only for her private pleasure but now on display for all to see -- her usually facile mind kicked into an overdrive of doubt and confusion. How could this have happened? My hair . . . my skirt!?! Why are all these . . . these nobodies . . . laughing and pointing at me -- at me? How dare they . . . I'm beautiful . . . and brilliant . . . and . . . sexy . . . and . . . and . . . oh my God . . . they can all see my underwear!!

As the crowd howled at his mother's predicament, young Will Parnell knew he had to act -- to defend his mother's honor, to restore her sense of decency (Mrs. Parnell’s daughters had already made a run for it before their mother's wardrobe malfunction). So, ignoring the confusing feelings that had overtaken him upon seeing his usually, calm, cool, collected and domineering mother reduced to a quaking, knock-kneed, deer in the headlights who, with her hands now on her knees was inadvertently thrusting her firm, panty covered bottom rearward in an unintentionally sexualized pose, the young gallant sprang into action.

"I'm coming mom," Will shouted as he rose purposefully from the chair behind where his mother stood and prepared to rescue both her skirt and her quickly diminishing dignity. But just as he reached the apex of his still somewhat diminutive prepubescent height of five and a half feet, the effect of Billy Miras' earlier laser pointer test became fully evident. With their button having been surreptitiously sliced off and their zipper having fallen in the process, Will Parnell's khaki slacks dropped unceremoniously to his loafer encased feet causing Danielle's son and prospective rescuer to fall face first toward the stage floor . . . and his mother's waist.

As he thrust his hands out to break that fall, accidentally grabbing and tearing from his mother's hips her $500 La Perla lacy boy briefs, Will Parnell revealed two things that brought the already wild crowd to a veritable frothy frenzy of hilarity.

First, beneath her very lacy, very brief, La Perla panties was exposed not the incredibly tiny but oh-so-naughty matching La Perla micro thong that Mrs. Parnell purchased to round out her feline sex appeal -- the sight of which would have been more than mortifying enough for the unraveling prima donna. For some reason Danielle was unable to put her hands on that particular lacy delight this afternoon as she got ready and, in a reckless decision she now knew she would forever regret, Mrs. Parnell had instead slipped over her very fit, very tanned hips -- and into the cleft of her perfect little bottom -- a teeny, tiny black latex thong across the front of which, in tawdry, cheap and tasteless rhinestones, was written in block letters the word "SLAVE."

As the color visibly drained from her completely astonished face, and the crowd howled ever more loudly, Danielle silently cursed herself for the late-night, impulsive, online purchase she made from flirtylingerie.com recently after a combination of too much wine, a very long bubble bath and a finger-fueled fantasy of being taken -- being dominated -- not by the hunky Adam Hess who Mrs. Parnell loved to tease to distraction whenever possible while in so doing humiliating his wife Rebecca Ross, but by the jealous Rebecca Ross . . . all while the likes of Emily Duncan, Rachel Miras and Davidson's feckless men and boys watched . . . and pointed . . and laughed.

That Mrs. Parnell had attempted to push that fantasy from her mind's eye earlier today as -- slipping into her secret latex shame -- she prepared to play the role of dominatrix to the hapless Emily and Rachel now counted for naught. As veritable tidal waves of humiliation began to crash over her, Danielle feared that not only her two opponents -- those cheap-suit wearing soccer moms -- but everyone else in attendance would know that she -- Danielle Marie Parnell -- struggled between, on the one hand, her haughty, imperious, take-no-prisoners, alpha-female persona and, on the other, her need and desire to be dominated -- to be very publicly and very shamefully put in her place by the very women -- the women -- who she publicly lorded over on an almost daily basis. Would they now deduce that the construct of her fashionable clothing and domineering personality was nothing but a mere facade to hide what deep down was a truly submissive nature? What could possibly be more humiliating?

The answer to that question was found in the second impact of Will Parnell's fall for, as he rested on all fours with his mother's torn boy briefs in his hand, his pants at his feet and a blank look of disbelief on his face, it became immediately apparent to Danielle -- and the crowd at large -- why Mrs. Parnell couldn't find her leopard print La Perla micro thong earlier that day.

"William Parnell," screamed the equally mortified and flummoxed uber-MILF upon making the unsettling discovery, "are you . . . are you wearing . . . mommy's . . . panties?"

As Calum Duncan and Billy Miras doubled over in laughter at the Parnell family's continuing comeuppance, a practically shell-shocked Will Parnell, who only minutes before appeared the perfect picture of the conceited little WASP that he was, but who was now wearing one of his mother's thongs while staring slack-jawed at another -- with his mother still in it -- only inches from his face, croaked, "yes mommy . . . I mean . . . yes . . . slave . . . they're very soft," before passing out from abject humiliation.

Meanwhile, while Danielle teetered gob-smacked in her ridiculously high heels and minuscule latex panties -- with her hair in shambles, her usually perfect make-up running and her mind reeling from the realization that her life would never be the same, Billy Miras again put the laser pointer to work -- this time separating Mrs. Parnell from her very sophisticated, very fashionable, Tom Ford blouse.

As the black and white garment floated from her fit, tanned shoulders and landed, mercifully for her son Will's sake, over his recently exposed and thong encased bottom, the men of Davidson, who could no longer collectively contain themselves, broke into a round of spontaneous applause at the sight of Mrs. Parnell's pert, ample and tan-line free tits, the nipples of which looked like they could cut glass while the women continued to enjoy the haughty narcissist's unveiling.

With her hands alternating wildly between trying to cover her fabulously fit, there-for-all-to-see ass and her recently exposed, gravity defying breasts, Danielle knew it was time to go. But how . . . and where? Staring down at her feet, still trembling in their very high heels, the once supremely confident suburban alpha-mom realized that her skirt was well within reach. Unfortunately for Mrs. Parnell, Nicole Silver, who couldn't believe the rush she was getting from seeing Little Miss Perfect's meltdown, had made the self-same observation an instant earlier and, climbing over her moderator's desk to reach onto the stage with outstretched hand was able to sn*tch the black garment immediately before Danielle could reach it.

With a victorious grin on Nicole's gorgeous face, and as her gaze locked with that of her once spectacular nemesis -- the now humbled Mrs. Parnell -- whose own eyes had grown to the size of saucers as she watched her skirt get pulled from reach, Mrs. Silver mocked, "not so cool under pressure now are you . . . slave?"

Danielle was speechless. How many times before had she instinctively known exactly how to respond to this Amazonian red-head, to, with a turn of phrase slap her down, to humiliate her in front of everyone? But now . . . crouched down in only her high heels and her tiny, naughty, embarrassing latex thong . . . with more than half the town laughing at her . . . and with Nicole's degrading moniker of "slave" still resonating in her ears . . . now no words were coming to her . . . except the ones that she whispered softly to no one in particular as she fell to her hands and knees and, in only her Louboutins and thong, began crawling for dear life toward the back of the stage and hoped for escape.

"No Mistress . . ," the humbled diva said softly, "I'm not very cool now . . . not very cool at all."

[amfanon]

[QUOTE=Chasmo;2061716]I apologize in advance for an ending with which I'm still not completely satisfied. Although I may yet revise it or pen an epilogue I hope that it doesn't totally disappoint.

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That was worth the wait. I think I know what you're feeling, though. Your newer stories usually end with some special final humiliation, which this seems to lack, fantastic though it is.

And, if you WERE going to write any more parts, I believe readers of this thread already know which particular red haired beauty, who happens to be gloating haughtily at this very point in the story, I might wish to come down a peg. Perhaps she attempts to stop Danielle from leaving, or exercises her newfound dominance over her, with disastrous results? Just a thought.

[hocman]

Great buildup and wonderful stripping sequence, I do understand your concern with the ending, as it does not seem to finalize Danielle's humiliation. I"d love a public spanking by one of her many rivals to add to her embarrasment, which you have done many times and it would seem to fit with Danillle need to be dominated. Also how about something along these lines. Mrs. Parnell is hated by all the woman in town, in today's day and age word and pictures of her on going stripping and humiliation quickly spreads thru town, which causes a huge crowd to gather outside in courtyard. Mrs. Parnell is marched outside, either before her spanking or having it done outside and them somehow her and her panties are hoisted up the flagpole for everyone's viewing pleasure. Please I do not mean to imply your story is not awesome, I could never come close to writing something as brilliant as this, just some of my random thoughts.

[Chasmo]

Thanks to amfanon and hocman for the feedback -- most appreciated. It sounds like a Part 4 is definitely in order. Will try to get it posted over the weekend but it may take a bit longer.

[amfanon]

Originally Posted by Chasmo

Thanks to amfanon and hocman for the feedback -- most appreciated. It sounds like a Part 4 is definitely in order. Will try to get it posted over the weekend but it may take a bit longer.

I feel confident that everyone's number 1 priority is that you take as much time as you need to make it a masterpiece. The number two priority, of course, is to get you a time machine so you can take all the time you need and still post it yesterday.

[Chasmo]

Next Monday will mark the one year anniversary of my first post about Danielle Parnell. As some may recall, that story was based almost entirely on an incident I witnessed as a young Cub Scout when a friend's mom lost her skirt during a bicentennial pageant. I imposed upon the woman in that memory a current friend and colleague who is every bit the deserving target that is Mrs. Parnell herself. I hope you've enjoyed the tales thus far and will try to keep them going as long as my muse -- with whom I just parted after a dinner during which she as if on cue berated the waitstaff -- permits.

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Nicole Silver couldn't believe her ears. Although she had in every way intended to intensify Danielle Parnell's humiliation by emphasizing the juxtaposition between the former uber-MILF's perennially arrogant demeanor and the tawdry message emblazoned across the front of her cheap latex panties, not in the red haired beauty's wildest dreams did she expect the response she swore she heard the broken tease whisper under her breath.

Oh my God, Nicole thought to herself, the little show off is no alpha-mom . . . she is a submissive.

With that thought in mind and throwing decorum to the wind, Mrs. Nicole Silver cast her trophy of Danielle's skirt off the stage and went lunging after the fleeing narcissist who, still crawling away on her hands and knees, made for a very slow moving target. Eyeing Mrs. Parnell's spectacular bottom, Nicole Yanika Silver thought to herself, "it's time someone gave you the spanking you deserve, you snooty little know-it-all -- and because I know it's also the spanking that you want I'm more than happy to do the honors."

What Nicole hadn't planned on as she crawled over her moderator's desk onto the stage, grabbing at the ankle of the escaping Mrs. Parnell and coming away with a 4.5" Louboutin heel in hand, was that Billy Miras, now with Calum Duncan in tow, was seeking new targets for his laser pointing prowess.

Billy couldn't believe his good fortune. In almost no time he had avenged his mother's mistreatment by that stuck-up Mrs. Parnell, reduced that self-same snob to her current state of near nudity and, as a bonus, exposed the annoyingly condescending Will Parnell as a panty wearing momma's boy! As he was thinking his day could not possibly get any better, young Master Miras spotted the grey and white pin-striped, pencil skirted bottom of Mrs. Nicole Silver, another of Davidson's most self-absorbed, self-important mothers who, while perhaps not quite as spectacular as Will's now nearly naked mom after whom she was chasing, was pretty darn close and a sexy red-headed vision to behold.

As he watched the incumbent President of the Gonzaga High School Mothers' Guild, who had arrogantly lorded over both the venerable school's students and their moms for years, crawling like a panther across the stage after the mortified Danielle Parnell, Billy decided to turn the comical chase into a truly "hot" pursuit.

With a now tell-tale flick of his wrist, the merry prankster took aim at the seam in Mrs. Silver's fashionable business skirt that ran from a button at the back of her slender waist down to the top of her feminine but muscular calves where it then separated to permit the voluptuous redhead to walk in her sky-high, patent leather, black heels. Slowly tracing a path that sliced like butter through the threads that bound that seam together, young Billy Miras, to the delight of both the men and women in the audience, and the soon to be complete shock of the generally officious Nordic debate moderator, unveiled Mrs. Nicole Silver's magnificent bottom and long sexy legs as casually as one might peel a banana.

Nicole Silver knew in a heartbeat that something was terribly wrong and, to her immediate regret, jumped from her hands and knees to her feet to figure out just what it was that had changed. In an instant, and with a scream, the sexy Mrs. Silver found her answer and became the focus of the flabbergasted but still howling crowd. Standing before them in only her 5" black, patent leather, peep toe Manolo Blahnik heels, tiny lace black thong panties and crisp, white, three quarter sleeve, cotton, Ralph Lauren oxford blouse -- that was open almost indecently to the cleft between her softball sized breasts and that came down barely to top of her Soul Cycle trimmed waist -- was a colossally shocked and mouth-wateringly sexy Nicole Yanika Silver.

"Oh my God . . . my panties," screamed the usually self-confident MILF as her hands shot in front of the translucent front panel of her thong a moment too late to avoid letting the entire audience know her glorious sex was completely shaved.

Awakened from the stupor of his own prior humiliation by the mortified red-head's shout, and while his mother continued her crawl of shame -- now wearing only her SLAVE embroidered panties and one high heeled shoe -- Will Parnell reflexively leaped to his feet having momentarily forgotten where he was and how he had gotten there. Greeted by the sight of the usually buttoned-up and officious Mrs. Silver -- about whom young Will had on more than one occasion harbored an insalubrious prepubescent fantasy -- standing knock-kneed before him -- skirt-less -- while simultaneously endeavoring to cover up her lacy thong encased bottom and her recently revealed "haircut," Danielle's son reacted as one might expect. The problem for the young preppy, however, was that his crisply pressed khakis, which would have at least provided some cover for his quickly emerging manhood, remained pooled at the horny lad's feet.

Disastrously, this fact served not only to reemphasize the absurdity of the high schooler's poor choice of undergarments -- which did nothing to contain his youthful exuberance -- but once again caused Will to tumble as, in the throes of humiliation, ecstasy and his unrecoverable dignity, he attempted one more time to flee. In a near replay of his prior downward spiral, the humiliated adolescent thrust his sweaty palms forward, this time inadvertently grabbing onto the lapels of Mrs. Silver's crisp white blouse. Accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric, the collective joy of many a Davidson man and boy and the abject horror of Nicole Silver, Will Parnell's latest pratfall left no doubt that the beautiful red head's tiny black thong was mated with an equally sheer, equally naughty, diaphanous black bra.

While the greatly humbled Nicole ran as quickly as her high heels would carry her toward the parking lot and safety, all the while being captured for posterity's sake on cell phones and cameras alike, Mrs. Parnell found the path of her crawl blocked by a pair of women's Nike trainers up from which extended the fabulously sculpted calves of one of Davidson's most well liked residents -- the runner Katherine Wray.

The dulcet toned Nashville native -- standing authoritatively in her running shoes, ankle socks, cute, white, jean shorts that cupped her athletic ass perfectly and a red-and-white checked gingham, oxford blouse -- had been thoroughly enjoying the karmic justice being meted out to both Danielle and Nicole. After first joining the crowd's stunned if vocal reaction to the two divas' undoing from the comfort of her seat in the audience, Katherine then made her way onto the stage merely to share some laughs with Emily and Rachel when the departing Danielle ran head-long into her long, toned legs. With the nearly naked narcissist staring up at her thunderstruck, Mrs. Wray recognized that fate was presenting her an opportunity to exact some justice for the many times she had suffered a snide comment or eye roll from the perennially arrogant Danielle Marie Parnell. But that would be too cruel thought Katherine . . .

"Get out of my way you idiot," screamed Danielle who, despite her being nearly naked and completely prostrate before the athletic Tennessean still seemed incapable of anything but arrogance.

Despite her earlier thought to spare the already humiliated Mrs. Parnell, Mrs. Katherine Wray had finally had enough.

"Not this time shorty," smiled Mrs. Wray who, as she pulled Danielle to her feet caused the once preening uber-MILF to lose her second leopard-spotted Loubatin heel leaving her -- at only 5'3" -- staring up into the icy blue eyes of the 5'9" runner, "it's high time that somebody put you -- and your self-important bottom -- in your place."

And with that, one of Davidson's most well liked women -- as she took a seat on the folding chair where the now passed out Will Parnell once sat -- pulled perhaps Davidson's most least liked woman over her perfectly exercised knee. Then, as Danielle kicked and screamed like the spoiled child she was, Katherine began to rain down spanks on Mrs. Parnell's fabulously fit bottom.

"First, you're going to apologize to Emily and Rachel for your atrocious behavior this evening," demanded Katherine.

"I'll do no such thing . . ," Danielle weakly protested as Katherine continued to tan her hide.

"Oh but you will," Mrs. Wray then whispered into Danielle's ear, "you will because if you don't I'm going to tear your sl*tty little panties off that delicious little ass of yours and let everyone know just how wet you are . . . and how much you're loving this."

Danielle was dumbstruck. She knew -- Katherine Wray knew. And with that realization any hint of protest by the undone uber-MILF all but disappeared. As the crowd continued to howl and cheer at the spectacle before them, and as if finally released to display her true nature, Mrs. Danielle Marie Parnell, with tears streaming down her face, cried out for all to hear, "I'm so very sorry Emily . . . so sorry Rachel . . . "

"Don't you mean Mrs. Duncan and Mrs. Miras," Katherine corrected her.

"Yes Mrs. Wray . . . of course . . . forgive me," babbled Danielle, "I apologize Mrs. Duncan . . . and Mrs. Miras . . . for everything."

"And do you belong on the town council Dani," asked Katherine using a name that Danielle swore she would never answer to, "do you?"

"No Mrs. Wray," sniveled the broken Mrs. Parnell, "that's a big girl's job and I'm . . . I'm just a naughty little girl . . . who wears very naughty panties . . . and who likes to have her little tushy spanked . . . by ladies."

The men and women of Davidson couldn't believe their eyes . . . or their ears . . . as the once arrogant snob who had berated and looked down upon them for years and who only a few short minutes before had lorded over them all as usual . . . now berated herself as she was publicly spanked.

"Oh my God," laughed Emily Duncan, "is the little tease actually enjoying this?"

"She sure seems to be," replied Rachel Miras who could barely breathe she was guffawing so hard, "I guess Ms. High-and-Mighty's secrets didn't stop with her panties."

"Not so unflappable now are you Dani," added Emma as she held the chin of the practically drooling Mrs. Parnell in her hand, "it looks like you're the loser this time doesn't it."

"Yes ma'am," whispered Danielle, "I'm the biggest loser."

And then, as quickly as it had begun, the spanking was over. After softly nodding yes to something that Mrs. Wray had whispered in her ear, Danielle leaped from Katherine's lap, pulled her now pantless son to his feet and, with the be-thonged Will in tow sprinted barefoot toward her fancy car with her red if still perfectly formed ass on display for all to see. In the meantime, before the battery in his overcharged laser pointer went dead, Billy Miras flicked his wrist twice more and, as the crowd cheered loudly yet again, Will's thong slipped from his waist and the perfectly formed ponytail within which resided the lion's share of Danielle Parnell's majestically full head of hair fell to the ground behind her.

Epilogue

Driving through the idyllic town of Davidson some ten days after the events described above, one might have spied as he or she slowed to a stop on the corner of Main Street and Park Lane, a smallish figure picking up trash in the well-kept Davidson Park. With a hat pulled tightly over a head of short brown hair -- poorly shorn in back -- a face devoid of makeup and sporting an almost completely faded tan and a body, however fit it may have been, covered in a rather ill-fitting and somewhat stained municipal jumpsuit, it was unclear whether the diminutive work-booted caretaker was a man or woman. But as Katherine Wray ran through the park, logging the daily miles that preserved her spectacularly well exercised form, she remembered the promise of community service she had exacted from the little worker just over a week ago. Increasing her pace just a bit, and as the figure looked down almost dutifully at its feet -- Katherine smiled devilishly as she read the block letters on the back of the once sophisticated solicitor's jumpsuit -- the acronym for the Suburban Ladies Auxiliary Volunteer Effort -- SLAVE.

Looking up coyly at the departing ass of Mrs. Katherine Wray -- or Mistress K as she now addressed her -- Danielle Parnell felt her thighs begin to moisten. She would never be the same.

[Alexandra80]

Chasmo, though all your stories are among my favourites, the last one is surely the best. Maybe this is because of a very satisfying ending. Previous tales finished with kind of a cliffhanger and I always wanted to know what will happen next. Now the downfall of Danielle is completed. It's an interesting feeling to root for the protagonist (or rather antagonist), identifying myself with her, while at the same time to want to see her comeuppance badly.

I know that all your stories happen in different universes, and you don't like sequels (I see why, first-time "virgin" humiliation and embarrassment is most intense for such characters) but stil secretly hope to see a sequel. Where Danielle comes back, elegant and selfish as ever, for revenge, only to fail miserably one more time.

Still some things in the ending stayed offscreen. Sorry for my curiosity, but I wonder if the new position of Danielle is long-term? What happened to her wealth, maybe she is forced to give all her super expensive stylish wardrobe and jewelry to charity? What happened to her son,he was very snooty while having his super powerful mother by his side, is he going to be bullied at school? So many questions... ))

Thank you again for your masterfully executed stories.