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.
