Her Boyfriend's Son
It was a lovely late summer day in the mid-west as Whitney looked through the racks of frilly material with Joe across from her. She was happy to be with the young man, always enjoying his fun company. She had been dating Todd, his father, living with them for the last four years and had become really good friends with Joe.
It was going to be one of the last times they were able to hang out for a while, since Joe had recently entered college and would be moving onto campus in the Fall. Whitney and he had spent a lot of time together over the summer, both knowing they would miss the company.
Whitney's anniversary with Todd was coming up soon, and she and Joe went out shopping for a gift for Todd. They had explored the electronics stores and had somehow made their way into a local lingerie store half-way down the mall.
"Why not something from... maybe... here?" Joe teased playfully, pointing to the store entrance as they walked, trying to think of the perfect gift. The front window showed a variety of lingerie pieces on models, some elegant... some slutty. "I think my Dad would love something like that."
"I don't think you know your Dad as well as you think you do," Whitney said, laughing. "Lingerie is not exactly his thing. Are you sure it's not your thing and that's why you want to go in?"
"Well..." he said, smiling.
"Ok, ok... let's go and check it out," she said. She knew the hound-dog wouldn't take no for an answer anyway.
Whitney didn't know why she did it, really, if it was a casual dare, maybe an innocent sexual look, but she went along with it. They went through the racks of sexy clothes, laughing and having fun as they sorted through the more enticingly erotic pieces. Whitney was thrilled by Joe's open outlook on sex. Although a good man, Todd was very basic with his sex, never venturing out for the more exploratory side that Whitney so desperately wanted. It made her feel so alive to have Joe flirting with her. She felt so demeaned... but it just turned her on.
"How about this one," Joe said, holding up a tiger-striped piece. He constantly held up the skimpier and raunchier outfits for Whitney to see.
She laughed as he tried to coax Whitney into trying some of them on, saying how much his Dad would like this one or that one. Agreeing that one was particularly enticing, Whitney decided to try it on and see how it looked. Perhaps she could encourage Todd's wild side. It sure seemed to encourage Joe's. She'd never seen him so animated and flirtatious before and, surprisingly, it excited her.
She went to the changing room and slipped out of her shirt and jeans. She slipped the exposing outfit on over her underwear and admired herself in the mirror. Her hands softly roamed over her body, feeling her breasts, or tits as Joe like to call them, through the lacy material. She had to admit, the outfit did look good on her, it highlighted her features very well, it's sweeping lines accentuating her breasts and trimming her waist. The thong bottom was even more exciting as it barely encased her cunt over her underwear, it's back strap casually sliding into the crack of her ass, accentuating the globes of her tight butt.
She was smiling as she looked at herself in the mirror and was startled when Joe knocked at the door and, surprisingly, opened it quickly and came inside. He let out a low whistle of approval.
"You can't come in here!" she whispered, closing the door quickly and covering herself with her arms.
"Yeah I can. See?" He outstretched his arms to show he was indeed present, like he owned the place. "Wow," he smiled. "Dad better love this. You look incredible!" Joe's hands slid lightly over the material, gently tracing lines under her breasts and down her stomach. Placing his hands on Whitney's hips, he gently turned her around to face the mirror and lightly ran his hands over her ass.
"Mmmm, you look incredibly sexy in this," he said admiringly.
Whitney flushed at the contact, feeling naughty wearing such a skimpy outfit next to her boyfriend's son. She watched Joe in the mirror as the young man glared at her body, his expression exposing his naked lust. Joe nuzzled up behind her and, wrapping his arms around her body, gave her a hug. Whitney felt his hands sweep across her stomach and lightly run up and over each breast, gently flicking her nipples. She thought she should stop him, but couldn't bring herself to do it... it felt so good.
"Joe!" Whitney exhaled sharply at the contact to her tits, her nipples hardening into tight points. Joe's face nuzzled into her neck as he lightly kissed her there, his hands continuing to caress Whitney's breasts, gently squeezing them. His tongue flicked at Whitney's ear as his right hand slid down her stomach and gently rubbed at her mound over the dual panty material, his fingers sliding absently back and forth across her clit.
Whitney wanted to move, wanted to push his hands away. But she just couldn't. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open. Joe's hands stirred her desires, whipping them up into a frenzy. Suddenly he stopped.
"Go buy this one and try it on again for me at home," he suggested in a near whisper. "Without the underwear this time."
"Ok," Whitney whispered, her voice coming out with a gasp of air. She couldn't believe that Joe had got her so worked up and then just... stopped. She couldn't believe what she was wanting to happen. Her body was quivering with desire, a flame had been ignited.
By the time she had opened her eyes, Joe had left the dressing room and she was alone again. Whitney got dressed again. She felt the heat in her panties, the moistness of her pussy made them stick to her. She removed both her panties and her bra as she got dressed, tucking them into her purse. The thicker jean material of her shorts making direct contact with her mound increased her excitement; she needed to cum badly. She kept thinking about how Joe touched her and she became even more aroused. She had never had feelings for him like this before, at least none that she had admitted to herself, but Joe's actions sent shivers up and down her spine.
She purchased the lingerie and they left the mall to return to the house. Joe talked about mundane things on the way home, ignoring the fact that he had aroused Whitney so much. She was confused and flushed; she wasn't sure if what had happened was real or if she had imagined too much.
If nothing else, she couldn't wait to get home to masturbate, to get this pleasurable tension out of her... to stop thinking about Joe the way she was. She was going to marry his father, for heaven's sake. She shouldn't be thinking about Joe.
When they got in the house, Joe coyly suggested that Whitney try on the outfit once again. "It would be nice to see how it really looks," he said, "without your bra and panties on."
"I can't do that," Whitney hesitated. "Not in front of you."
"Yes you can," he smiled smugly. "And I know you want to. So... I'll wait down here." He got a drink of water and sat on the couch to wait.
Whitney shook her head and went into her bedroom. She couldn't believe how smug he was, smiling at her like that as if expecting her to do what he asked. She couldn't believe that he would even think that she'd do that. She opened the bag and pulled out the lingerie and huffed.
She did have to try it on to make sure it fit. But she didn't have to show it to him. She slipped out of her clothes and slipped the frilly outfit on once again, this time with nothing on beneath it. The feeling of the material against her bare skin was indescribable. Her nipples poked at the translucent, frilly bra and each move only excited them more. The thong piece slid against her pussy lips with each step causing her clit to rub against it. It was like the entire piece was made to just stimulate her body.
She looked in the mirror, admiring how good she looked, and remembered how Joe's arms felt as he wrapped them around her. She remembered how his hands felt caressing her breasts, how they felt touching between her legs. She couldn't believe how good it felt... she couldn't believe how badly she wanted to feel it again.
Damn! Damn him! She couldn't believe she was going to go through with this. She couldn't believe she wanted to go through with this. She knew she should stop it now, get dressed, and tell Joe that he shouldn't touch her like that ever again. She knew it was so wrong... but her body's reaction to his touch, the need welling up inside her, couldn't be denied.
Whitney slowly and sensuously went back to the living room, scared but hoping that something would happen between them, something to quench the fire that was building in her. As she approached, Joe sat on the edge of the couch, holding his arms wide. Whitney walked up to him and Joe placed his hands on her hips, his face just inches from her hot slit.
He gave a low whistle. "Ooooh, it does look so much better against your bare skin." One hand slid over her stomach and cupped Whitney's breast. "Your nipple is so hard," he whispered. Whitney was breathing deeply as Joe's hands caressed her, her face flushed. His hands then ran again down her stomach, gently framed her fur then trailed down her thighs. Whitney watched his eyes focus on her pussy as his hands slid up and down the outsides of her thighs. He then moved them to the inside and ran up to the edges of her pussy as Whitney let out a little gasp.
Joe's fingers traced along the leg band of the lingerie from her hip to just outside her pussy lips, his eyes constantly intent on Whitney's pussy. The see-through material barely covered her mound, the leg bands passing just to the outside of her lips, meeting near her ass to form the band up her crack. "You're so beautiful Whitney. This outfit makes you look so God-damned sexy."
She swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. No one had ever made her feel this way before. As Joe's hands trailed lower along the edges of the material, Whitney slowly spread her legs wider, desiring more contact.
Joe looked up into Whitney's eyes as he slowly hooked a finger underneath the material and slid it aside, revealing Whitney's pouty cunt. Whitney felt she was nearly dripping, her pussy lips extended and engorged, open like a flower. Joe continued to stare up at her as his fingers lightly danced along the ridges of her labia. Featherlike, he slid them up and back, circling her clit without contacting it.
