Brandi awoke from a deep sleep, when her ringing cell phone shattered the morning quiet. It was her boss calling to beg her to attend a conference for him this week. She would need to leave this afternoon from the airport. After offering her some extra days off she accepted his request.
The trip shattered her short term plans. Her tall handsome friend Jake had asked her to help him with running off his stepmother, Janet who had lifetime rights to his inherited family house. Jake had described Janet as a plain looking prude, who was ruining his lifestyle. But the sexually uninhibited Brandi had seen through Janet's conservative looks.
Brandi saw a burning fire in the dark brown eyes of the thirty-eight year short slender brunet. The curvy tanned redhead Brandi had kissed Janet the night before. Although Janet had seemed very physically excited, she had kept herself from kissing Brandi back. This had puzzled Brandi at first, until she realized Janet's primary desire was for her twenty-six year old stepson.
Janet's strong submissive nature had been detected the night before by Brandi. Brandi thought if she could get Jake to see the potential of Janet; the house she just woke up in could become an exciting place to visit. As Brandi talked on the phone, Jake left Brandi alone in his bed, so he could take a shower.
Brandi lay naked in the bed pondering her next move. She stood up and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall. Her long hair was mussed up from a night of sex. She could smell a hint of sweat, cum, and her pussy juice. She used her fingers to straighten her hair just a little, wanting to keep the sex worn look. Brandi admired her allover tan; especially on her 32B breast. She rubbed her nipples to perk them up.
"Now is a perfect time for a visit to Janet," Brandi said to herself. She turned and strolled out of the room. She swayed while walking down the hall towards Janet's master bedroom, like she was on a runway, although she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. She hoped to surprise Janet.
Janet's master bedroom was at the end of the hall on the second floor of the house. Janet's bedroom door was wide open.
Reaching the end of the hall, Brandi leaned in and said, "How inviting to have your door open." There was no reply, as Janet was no where to be seen. Brandi could see Janet's elegant taste in the decor of the room. The sturdy king sized four post bed positioned in the center of the room stood out like a mountain. The Bathroom door to Brandi's left was open. She hurried over hoping to catch Janet in a compromising position. But the bathroom was vacant.
Brandi looked the bathroom over. The huge bathroom had a shower and an oversized Jacuzzi bathtub. However the object that caught Brandi's interest was the large vanity makeup set next to the sink.
Brandi herd foot steps behind her and she held still. Soon she felt the strong hands of Jake sliding around her mid section. He pulled her close. She could feel his bare chest on her back, but Brandi didn't like it when she felt the towel he had wrapped around his waist on her backside. He was too modest sometimes Brandi thought.
"You're looking for her," Jake whispered in her ear.
"Yea, where is she."
"She goes on her errands every morning, except Saturday. Today is Sunday, so the prude is at church and then she will go grocery shopping. She won't be back for a couple of hours."
Brandi pulled herself free from Jake and walked over to the vanity. "Why would a woman who doesn't wear makeup have such a well stocked vanity?"
"I don't know," Jake replied. "I don't understand a lot of things she does."
Then Brandi gently shoved Jake aside as she went back into the bedroom. She walked over to a dresser on the bathroom side of the room and started opening the drawers. "I think there are a lot of things you don't understand about your stepmother. She's special." Brandi left two of the drawers open. She reached in and pulled out a g-sting. "Did you know that your prudish mother only has g-strings and thongs."
"I can't believe that," Jake replied, as he walked over to the dresser. The open drawer held numerous g-strings and thongs folded perfectly and stored neatly. In the corner of the drawer there appeared to be a stack of panties with more material than the rest. Jake pointed to the stack. "How about those?"
Brandi grabbed the black panty on top and held it up. "You mean this see through lacy short boy short."
"I don't know," Jake answered. "Maybe she doesn't like panty lines."
"Take a look at this," Brandi said, pointing to the other drawer. "Your mommy doesn't have any pantyhose. Everything she has is stockings and laced thigh-highs. There are even six garters in here."
"So she doesn't like pantyhose. You don't either."
"I'm not crazy about too much clothing of any kind," Brandi said pointing to herself. "Just look at me." Jake glanced at Brandi. He had forgotten she was naked. Brandi didn't like to be over clothed and seldom wore a bra or panties of any type. "Now I'm a fun girl aren't I? I think your mommy is too." Brandi liked calling Janet, mommy to Jake. She could tell she was starting to get to him by his facial expressions.
