As Virginia Berry bushwalked into the house upon returning from having a great sixty nine with Felicity Peacher next door she noticed her son, Aaron, sitting on the couch watching "Dragnet". She only glanced his way for a second but felt a strange tingle in her private zones. At six feet and 190 pounds her kid was quite a hunk. But, more pressing right now was getting her pants off as they had apple residue on them.
She went straight to the laundry and threw her slacks and socks into the washing machine. Her son had seen her this casual before but always wearing granny panties so his eyes popped out of his head when his mother walked back into the room wearing nothing but her top and sexy black panties. What's more these panties looked a lot like the ones he had pulled off of Mrs. Peacher ten hours earlier.
She asked, "Any phone calls while I was gone."
Aaron just sat there frozen, his eyes fixed on his Mom's silky crotch. He finally shook his head indicating that no one had called. It was then that Virginia noticed the huge bulge in her son's pants. Now, it was not just a tingle her pussy was drenched in her own juices. Could she be turning on her own son; or even more importantly could he be turning her on. She walked back to her bedroom to change into her nightgown.
Before the arousal in the living room she had planned to change into her regular long cotton conservative gown. Now, she decided that she felt a little nasty. She did not know if she would do anything with Aaron or not. She figured that he was already horny for her why not give him a better vision to masturbate with. So, she put on her shortie red nightie which barely covered all of her boobs but had a fantastic cleavage. The ruffles at the bottom barely came to her panties which were very small tight fitting bikinis. This actually was not her most killer outfit as she knew if she wore that one Aaron would be all over her just like when she wore it for her husband, Fred. She poured some perfume on her neck and went back to the living room to join Aaron.
Aaron could not believe what he saw as his Mom walked back in. He could not figure out why his Mom was wearing this in front of him. As Virginia walked past her son to sit down beside him on the sofa Aaron swore he could easily see the black of her pubic hair through the thin material. Neither one of them even knew what was on anymore as they kept stealing glances at one another. But, after about a half an hour Virginia knew she had to go to sleep. This time she deliberately passed by her son with her big ass in his face, actually thrusting it a little nearer to him so he could get a closer look.
Needless to say, when Aaron hit his own bed his prick was out quickly and he dreamed of making it with his Mom alternating with thoughts of those black panties or her nightie. Down the hall, Virginia had similar thoughts while fingering herself under her panties. She decided against doing anything with her son for now as it would be terribly wrong; But, also thought, that there is nothing wrong with helping his fantasies along by letting him see her dressed in her ready to fuck clothing. She also decided not to close the door when she went piss. Of course this would all change whenever her husband was home as Fred would not understand that all she was trying to do was give Aaron a little thrill.
In the morning Aaron and Virginia met in the dining room for breakfast. Aaron was surprised to see his Mom was still in the nightie from the night before. He was not dreaming. Virginia was running late, however, so she could not stick around and let Aaron drool over her. She quickly got dressed and out the door. Aaron had no more than laid down to jack off when the phone rang.
"Fuck, who the hell is it," Aaron griped as he rolled over to answer.
"Hello, Berrybush residence," he answered.
"Aaron, this is Felicity Peacher I saw your Mom leave would you come over and help me with something?"
"What is it?"
"I need you to open something for me. Now, please come right away. Goodbye." She did not give Aaron a chance to argue the point any further. He pulled his pants up and put back on his shirt. He figured yesterday with Mrs. Peacher was a one time thing. But, he figured that whatever Mrs. Peacher wanted him to do he owed it to her. After all, she had already amply paid him.
