Author's note: Probably should have said this in the first part: Don't hold your breath if you are expecting them to have sex. It's all about the eroticism and the tease for me, so that's essentially what the story consists of. They may never have explicit sex, so if that's what you're after, I'd suggest one of the many other fine stories on this site. Thank you.
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Christine immediately went to work.
The first thing she did was to get a trash bag out of the kitchen and then returned swiftly to Catherine's room, she pulled open her mother-in-law's panty drawer and took out every single pair, which she disposed of promptly into the bag. She also grabbed all her other mediocre evening wear and stuffed it in with the rest.
She went through Catherine's dirty clothes too and even checked the laundry room, making sure that nothing was missed. Christine liked to be thorough. She double knotted the top of the trash bag and took it outside and buried it at the bottom of the bin.
She washed her hands and returned to Catherine's room, she dug around in her mother-in-law's purse and located the shopping bag from Sigma, she took the twelve black lace panties out of the bag and folded them all carefully before stashing them neatly away in Catherine's underwear drawer. She smiled smugly, almost unable to wait for the poor woman's reaction.
She hovered over Catherine, debating whether or not to wake her up. She picked up her wet discarded clothes and snickered.
They smelled so good, it would be a shame to wash them.
She thought, so she folded them neatly instead and put them away with the rest of Catherine's clean clothes.
"You'll thank me later." She whispered and left for the kitchen. She spent the next hour and a half throwing together a simple yet elegant dinner. Nothing too fancy, but still plenty nutritious. She got a text from Gregory just as everything was coming together. The boys were headed home. She smiled and put her phone away, time to wake up sleeping beauty!
She roused Catherine gently, her mother-in-law smiled and started to sit up in bed. "The men will be back in ten minutes or so, just enough time to get ourselves cleaned up and dressed for dinner." Catherine's eyes went wide and she started to panic, throwing the blankets off her chest and flinging one leg over the side of the bed. Then she froze.
"Eeek!" She squealed, covering her breasts and crotch with her hands. "W-Why am I naked?!" Christine just laughed and gently pulled her mother-in-law's hands away from her body.
"You really don't remember?" She chuckled, dragging the older woman reluctantly to her feet. "And stop acting all shy and modest, you were letting two club girls hump you in a gay bar just a few hours ago, then you had an orgasm in a taxi cab on the drive home. Those are just a few of the highlights."
Catherine went pale. "It... It really wasn't a dream?" Christine shook her head solemnly as she looked her mother-in-law up and down, this was the first time she'd seen the woman fully naked on her feet. She had to admit, Catherine wasn't just in good shape, she was in amazing shape and might have easily passed for someone ten years younger.
Her body was toned, her curves flawless. Her breasts still perky and perfectly shaped, narrow waist, flat stomach, wide hips. Her pale blonde bush was particularly enticing, but Christine also found it mildly annoying because she really wanted to see if Catherine's bare vulva was just as exquisite as the rest of her body. Just then she turned away, heading for her dresser. Christine got a good look at her mother-in-law's ass and was unsurprised to see that it was also amazing.
"Where are
my
panties?!" Catherine nearly screamed.
Christine stepped over and stood next to her mother-in-law, staring curiously at the expression on her face as she gazed down into her radically altered underwear drawer. "They're right in front of you." The younger woman said. Catherine turned and glared, it was probably the angriest Christine had ever seen her.
She snorted and then started laughing. "That face is so precious." She eked out while giggling. "Seriously though, you're on the Black Lace Panty Diet Catherine. It's for your own good." She chided. "Now hurry up and pick, I still have to get changed too you know." Catherine quickly grabbed one of the delicate black bundles at random, but when it unfurled they both noticed it was the crotchless pair that Christine had admired in the shop.
"Shit!" Catherine swore, throwing them back in the drawer and grabbing one of the more substantial looking pairs. They were Brazilian style with layered lace and a few frills, super feminine. Christine had picked them out.
"Perfect." The younger woman murmured, then distractedly she crouched down and opened the bottom drawer of her mother-in-law's dresser. "You have white jeans, right?" She asked rhetorically, as she'd already pulled them out of the drawer and stood back up. Catherine was busy pulling on the frilly black panties.
"Those look adorable." Christine simpered. "Now put these on." Catherine took the pants without question and was squeezing into them seconds later. She buttoned them in front and quickly started to turn but Christine's hand whipped out and slapped her hard on the bottom. She yelped and whipped back around, glaring and rubbing her ass.
"What was that for!?" She demanded, still tenderly massaging her butt. Christine raised her eyebrows.
"I'm not going to do it for you this time." Her daughter-in-law smiled sweetly and gestured with her finger, making a pinching gesture and then raising her hand slowly. Catherine narrowed her eyes. "You need to get into the habit yourself Katydid, because if you don't, then I'm going to have to check to see that you're wearing black lace panties every single day." She sighed and lowered her eyes, as though it were a tremendous inconvenience.
The older woman grunted and huffed, but eventually she gingerly slipped her fingers underneath the top of her pants and tugged on the hem of her panties until a narrow ring of black lace was peeking up around her waist. The contrast against the snow-white pants and her pale skin really made it stand out, she looked down and shivered.
Catherine could tell how pleased Christine was with the job she'd done, and she hated how excited it was making her too. "Happy?" She asked sharply, stabbing down with her hands to emphasize the lewd lace accent that now ringed her narrow waist. Her daughter-in-law grinned and nodded. Catherine opened another drawer and reached for a bra, but Christine nudged it shut.
"Nope, there's no bras on the diet Catherine." She laughed softly as the older woman just sneered and brushed past her on the way to her closet.
"Should I even bother?" She groused from inside, her voice somewhat muffled. "Or would you like to pick something out for me right now?" There was a challenge in her voice, but Christine didn't feel like letting herself be provoked so easily.
"No, I don't care what kind of top you wear, as long as it's tight. Those boobs of yours are just begging to be unleashed Catherine." Her mother-in-law came striding out wearing a long-sleeved apricot cashmere cardigan, it fell just above her hips and featured small brass buttons that went all the way up to her neck.
It was skin tight though and went extremely well with her white jeans. "You sure have a lot of sweaters don't you?" Christine commented glibly. Her mother-in-law sniffed and closed her closet door.
"Are we done here?" She asked archly. Her daughter-in-law nodded once and got up off the bed.
"I'm going to go get dressed, dinner is all ready Catherine, it just needs to be put on the table." She tilted her head back as she walked calmly out of the room, taking note of her mother-in-law's shocked expression. It quickly transitioned to surprised gratitude as she realized that dinner didn't need to be prepared, Christine had somehow taken care of it all while she'd been napping.
Blushing and feeling slightly guilty despite being bossed around, made to wear sexy underwear and deprived of the simple dignity of a bra, Catherine couldn't deny that she felt strangely content. The cashmere rubbed luxuriously against her tingling nipples as she walked towards the kitchen. She was wearing brand new panties, but they were already clinging hotly to her faintly pulsating crotch.
She tried to ignore the arousing sensations and focused on laying out everything artistically on the table. She was unabashedly in awe of Christine's culinary abilities. It had only been an hour or two and yet the woman had fixed a small feast. It took Catherine almost five minutes to move everything to the table, right as she finished the front door opened and Gregory and Henry came inside.
They were talking loudly, clearly pleased with the day's achievements. Catherine smiled in spite of herself, she briefly imagined how her husband and son would react if they had even an inkling about what she and Christine had done that afternoon. Her nipples started aching, she could feel and see them poking up from underneath her cardigan, subtle nubs that made her even more aprehensive.
She shook her head and tried to imagine the two men while they were out fishing or hunting or pissing off a mountain. Or whatever else men did when they weren't causing trouble. It was just the kind of distraction she needed to calm herself down.
She laughed quietly as the two oafs lumbered into the dining room. They smiled and said hello, she nodded but didn't really encourage further conversation, which was okay, because they were still busy talking about their adventures. Catherine felt her crotch twinge as she noticed Christine approaching from the hallway.
