It was just another Monday... at least since me and my husband got divorced a few weeks ago. Since then, I've become a single mom trying to support myself and my 19-year old son. It's been incredibly overwhelming with all the things I have to do: taking phone calls, office work, cleaning the kitchen, you name it.
My son's name is Matt, an average height man with dark brown hair. and usually hanging out with his friends, especially his girlfriend, Melissa, a tall 21-year old with long, straight, dark brown hair. Otherwise, he's working at his part-time job, flipping burgers. When he comes home, I often ask him for help, but he almost always says no, to my irritation.
Who am I? I am Michelle, a 40-year old mom with thick, shoulder-length, straight ginger hair. My two favorite things to do in my spare time is play video games and watch television, especially the sci-fi genre. Although I'm becoming middle-aged, I still try to remain young at heart, and I have sometimes embarrassed my son by socializing with his friends, including his girlfriend, whom I suspect has more in common with me than she does with Matt.
After taking a shower by myself, I went to go get dressed. I put on only a T-shirt, as I was too tired and not willing to wear anything else.
Before heading to bed, I almost forgot about doing one more thing: folding and putting away some of Matt's laundry. I had almost no energy left, and wanted to get the task done and over with, so I walked to the laundry room, bottomless, and spent about 15 minutes folding some of Matt's clothes.
I finally got into bed, feeling absolutely drained and still overwhelmed. I noticed that being bottomless helped a bit with the stress, almost as if it improved my morale and made me want to tap into taking charge of my life and acknowledging that I make the rules in the house, not Matt or my ex-husband.
Two problems still remained, however; for one, Matt would complain if he saw me bottomless, even if he had no friends over, and being bottomless doesn't change the fact that I'm still overwhelmed with a lot of things to do.
Tuesday was more or less the same type of busy day. That evening, I thought about last night, when I was bottomless while putting away Matt's clothes. This prompted me to experiment a bit, so before Matt returned home, I went into his bedroom, wearing only a T-shirt again after coming back out from showering, and put on one of his comfy sweatshirts.
Because it was winter, being bottomless with a sweatshirt over my T-shirt felt slightly better than just a T-shirt. It reminded me of when my husband used to let me wear his several years ago, although when we divorced, he took all that with him.
I went back into my bathroom, where I decided to be a bit naughty and experiment with masturbating while wearing Matt's sweatshirt. There's never a time when an orgasm does not feel great, but I still wanted true love and someone who would help make my life easier, or even help with my confidence in being a mother and not allow negative thoughts to way me down.
I looked at myself in the mirror and started crying. I wanted more than just the confidence to get things done around the house while bottomless -- I also wanted a romantic partner. At this point I don't even care whether it's a man or a woman. I just want someone to fill in for my ex-husband, someone who would give me the confidence to individually express myself at home without having to worry about being told off by my own son.
Just before Matt returned home, I put away his sweatshirt and returned to my room, and continued to wear only a T-shirt. Wanting the day to be over with, I went to bed early. I looked at my lamp for a few seconds, sighing, then turned it off.
Tomorrow morning, I went downstairs to have breakfast. I began to quietly develop a habit of going bottomless while at home.
Just then, I heard Melissa say hello to me; apparently she had walked into my house without knocking or without me noticing. I was embarrassed because I was bottomless, and let out a brief shout from being startled. I covered my pussy with my shirt, but my ass was still exposed, and I began to rush to my bedroom, apologizing for being undressed.
"Wait!" Melissa said. "I just wanted to know if Matt's home."
I stopped running and replied, "No, he isn't. He is off work today, and decided to go visit his friends."
"Also, there's no need to be embarrassed," Melissa responded. "I walk around bottomless at home all the time, although Matt has not seen me without my bottoms on yet."