This is a parody story. No characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.
All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.
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Hardplay Presents: An American Mom Tale
The Falcon and The Beaver
At seven PM, thirty eight year old mother of two Francine Smith strolled confidently into Frederick's of Hollywood in The Langley Falls Shopping Mall. In exactly twenty-four hours she would be joining her husband Stan at the 70
th
Annual CIA Awards show. Having a great year in the spy game meant that Stan had been nominated for several awards, including "Best Spy Seduction".
Francine smirked at the irony of her husband, lacking as he was in charm, sophistication and refinement, was even being considered for a seduction award. While he had made many strides of late in opening up sexually, Stan had a very long way to go to match his wife's sexual skill, aptitude and appetite.
'I bet I could win a CIA seduction award. I can see me now...ensnaring foreign spies with my steaming sexuality...men and women, both unable to resist my spell...entrapping them with my oral skills.'
Snapping back to attention, Francine made her way around the racks.
'I would have never shopped here a few months ago...not for a gown to wear in public anyway.' She giggled to herself as she examined several deep cut gowns. 'These would have been much too risquΓ© for the old Francine.' She considered as she held up a dress to inspect it.
"That gown would be stunning on you Francine."
Spinning around quickly, Francine found herself face to face with her back yard neighbor, Linda Memari.
"Oh, hey Linda." Francine smiled. "I haven't seen you in forever. I swear I think it was when you saved me from those vicious women in the Ladybugs Club. Do you remember? You kissed me and pretended to be my lesbian lover so they would leave me alone."
"Right...right...pretended to be bisexual...and in love with you." Linda said regretfully.
"I didn't know you worked here." Francine declared, noticing a Frederick's name tag on her neighbor's chest.
"I've been here for about two weeks now Francine." Linda beamed, exited to see the object of her desire actually in the store looking for sexy clothes.
As they talked, Francine could feel her skin warming with excitement as she noticed Linda's eyes darting from her eyes to her cleavage. 'Humm...maybe she wasn't really pretending that day?' Francine pondered. 'Maybe I was just too naΓ―ve to pick up on it?'
"Are you looking for something to wear to a special event?" Linda asked as she diverted her view up from Francine's soft cleavage. Realizing she had been staring for too long, she was pleased when she was greeted by Francine's smiling face and an intense locking of their eyes.
"Stan's work is having their annual awards show tomorrow night." The beautiful blond mother replied as she purposefully, almost imperceptibly rocked her shoulders from side to side. The movement set her substantial tits into a soft rocking motion. She grinned as her shifting boobs caught Linda's attention, drawing the focus of her eyes one more as they continued talking.
"Uhm, well Francine." Linda continued, still staring at her undulating breasts before returning her gaze to meet Francine's. "If you don't have much time to look before the event tonight, as your friend I probably need to point out that while we have some beautiful gowns, we don't carry dresses that most wives would wear to a corporate event. Our lines are a bit more indelicate. It takes a confident woman to pull them off."
"I know what kind of clothes Fredericks of Hollywood carries." Francine laughed. "I am looking for something a little more...let's say daring, or provocative than the average house wife would wear in public." She continued. "Stan is up for a lot of awards. I want him to be as proud to be seen with me tomorrow tonight as he is proud of his awards. When he wins his awards the jealousy of his coworkers needs to be complete. I want them to envy his awards...and lust after the hot babe on his arm." She giggled as she bounced up and down an inch or so repeatedly in excitement.
"Wow Francine." Linda smiled. "You are such a great wife. Let's find you something so alluring to wear that those friends of that husband of yours will not even notice he is still holding any awards when they see you on his arm."
"That sounds great Linda." Francine grinned.
"I can also get you a great discount on everything." Linda replied as she put her right hand across Francine's lower back and gently guided her towards a rack of gowns. She rested her hand on her neighbor's right hip at the swell of the top of her tight bubble butt as she held up a gown in her left hand.
"Here is a beautiful ankle length purple tube gown. Notice the way the slits are cut up to the hip on both sides. Very risquΓ©. I am not sure if it is possible to wear panties with this or not. If it is possible, I am sure we will have panties with the right, high cut."
"I love the color. And I really like the cut." Francine fawned. "I am not concerned about panties at all. I'm not going to be wearing any, but it does look really small on the top. Do you think it will squeeze my boobs out of shape? I want people staring at my boobs, but not because they are misshapen."
Her neighbor's response about her boobs had surprised Linda. 'Did she really just say I want people staring at my boobs?' she wondered before recovering.
"Oh no. Not at all. This type of material does have both good and bad properties. The dress is made of two different materials that are stitched together at the waist, underneath this decorative detail." She pointed out with her left hand. Francine was now holding the dress in both hands, examining it as Linda's right hand remained at the top swell of her ass.
'Her hand is really teasing me.' thought Francine as she fought to concentrate on the gown.
"The bottom section is a thicker material so it does not flap around and tangle up in your legs as you walk." Linda pointed out. "The top is a somewhat translucent material similar in properties to high grade stockings."
Francine placed her hand behind the top and pressed a finger against the cloth, replicating the effect of a hard nipple in the material. She could make out a small amount of light around her fingers. In addition, she could make out a difference in color where her painted nails met her fingers. 'My nipples will show through a bit.' she thought.