Linda Jones was in the grocery store picking up a few things when she saw her friend Lisa Miller and her son Tommy. Lisa was supposed to come over later in the afternoon with a few friends for bridge club. "Hi Linda," Lisa called out, waving at her in the produce aisle. "Tommy, you remember Mrs. Jones don't you? Be a good boy and say hello."
Linda Jones remembered the nice young man and was pleased to see he had grown up. The Millers were had been friends for years. "Hi, Tommy. How nice to see you again. I guess you graduated high school didn't you. What are you up to now?"
It turned out that Tommy, although he was 19, was still living at home and hadn't figured out what to do with himself. Lisa sent him to get a loaf of bread and then confided to Mrs. Jones, "it's so nice having him around the house but I worry sometimes about him because he's so shy and quiet. But I guess we all find ourselves at our own pace."
As Tommy came back, Linda was saying, "You're so lucky to have him around though. I always miss George when he's away on a business trip and I have so much to do. I notice it when I'm getting ready for things like this afternoon without George around."
Lisa's face lit up and she insisted that Linda borrow Tommy for the afternoon. "Tommy would be happy to help, wouldn't you dear? Mrs. Jones would be so grateful and I could just pick you up when I come over with the girls. No, no one say anything. That's settled."
Tommy was fine and didn't say much. Helping some boring friend of his mom's or helping him mom was all the same to him. Linda Jones laughed and said "I'm so grateful he'll help an old lady out and I promise not to work him too hard. Just a few things I need help carrying and reaching and I'll even find us lunch before everyone gets there later."
They parted in the parking lot and Tommy helped load groceries and get into Mrs. Jones car. Linda Jones wasn't exactly an old lady. She was in her late fifties but in good shape for her age, well dressed, very nice, and easy to talk to. Tommy didn't think she was that old, just another boring woman like his mom and all her friends. But he was too shy to say much to her so she did most of the talking on the way home.
When they got to the house, they both carried groceries in and she put them away. She told Tommy to follow her upstairs and they'd get a few things done before lunch. Tommy was shy but when he followed her up he noticed that he enjoyed the view in front of him. Mrs. Jones was wearing a longer dress but it cupped her nicely as they climbed the stairs. He was embarrassed a little to be staring at her that way but it's not like she could see.
They went into the spare room and Linda Jones surveyed Tommy. He was a good looking man and very polite, a little smaller than average but very sweet. "Tommy, are you ready to get to work?"
"Yes, Mrs. Jones, just tell me what to do," Tommy said. Linda Jones liked it when a young man was nice and polite and maybe just a little intimidated by her. Tommy was perfect.
"All right, Tommy. Would you start by pulling my zipper down?" She turned and indicated the zipper on the back of her dress. Tommy looked startled and didn't move. He didn't know what to say. Mrs. Jones quickly added, "don't be alarmed dear. We're going to get a little dusty and I want to protect my dress. I'm sure you've helped your mommy with her zipper before. Now you must help me. Be a dear."
She felt his hands fumble but eventually pull down the zipper past her waist. As she turned and shrugged out of it, she then bent and out it on a hanger. Tommy looked surprised. "See, honey, I'm wearing a slip. It doesn't show anything and it's perfectly fine. I think you were nervous, weren't you?" She was very playful and he stammered, afraid he offended her.
"I'm sure your girlfriends wear skimpy little undies so this wouldn't be appropriate but a proper woman wears a slip. Don't any of your girlfriends wear slips or do they all dress like little sluts?"
Tommy wasn't expecting this. He wasn't used to slips but he wasn't very experienced and Mrs. Jones made him very nervous. "No, I don't have a girlfriend so I don't know how they dress. I mean, it's fine. I'm sure I don't mean to be nervous. I hope I didn't offend you." He felt terrible but she was right that it didn't show anything. It was like a dress just silky. It shouldn't make him hard but he couldn't help it so he tried not to think of it.
Mrs. Jones loved making a young man so nervous he stuttered. She was enjoying herself. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, almost motherly. "That's all right dear. I think the slip is pretty anyway even if it isn't revealing. I think some men find the silk attractive and all the lace." She took his hand. "see how it feels? it's very soft, isn't it? I like the way it feels but had to take my dress off to keep it clean." She was moving his hand up and down her side and her hip with her own hand firmly directing him. She knew a young man like him would notice the bump as they crossed her panty line and not be able to stop thinking about it.
She could tell he was thinking and trying not to get hard but she also noticed he couldn't help looking. It helped that her slip was thin and white and she wore very dark blue panties underneath it which were obvious. It was almost like she planned it to look seductive if a young man saw her dressed that way. But Tommy didn't think that. He thought it was an accident. After all, there was no reason for him to think she might have known Tommy's mom was going shopping and that Linda might have timed her visit to the store the same time and manipulated the discussion in such a way that Tommy would be sent home with her. No one would think that.
She let go of Tommy's hand and asked him to get the ladder from behind the door and set it up by the attic access. "I need to stand down here and hold the latter Tommy because it isn't steady. You go up and hand me down the extra folding chairs and I think I have a big red box with things in it." Tommy gave her the chairs one after the other and she set them down but he couldn't find a box. "There are no red boxes anywhere I can see, Ma'am."
Mrs. Jones looked disappointed and told Tommy to come down. "Let me go look, I thought for sure that was up there. But please hold the latter tight so I'm not nervous." She climbed up and kept asking him if he was holding it. Then she stood there shifting from one foot to the other looking into the crawl space. She was also looking down discreetly. She knew Tommy's head was at her ankles and that the way she kept moving he could see a lot. She could tell he was looking up her slip so she smiled and kept shifting her feet and teasing him.
Finally she said "I don't see a red box either. I don't know. Maybe it's in here. Oh yes, that's the problem, it wasn't a red box at all. How lucky I came up and found it. See Tommy, it's blue." She held the box out as she turned a little and then slipped and dropped the box clumsily in the wrong direction. "Leave it Tommy. Don't leave the ladder. I don't feel steady." He gripped the ladder tight but didn't dare look up so he wasn't caught. As she descended, she accidentally made her slip catch for a moment on his head. She chuckled to herself but knew he was throbbing in his pants as she fixed it.
On the floor again, she said "Thanks Tommy. I'm sorry I forgot about the box being blue not red. Here hand me the dustcloth and you take the other one to wipe off the layers of dust on these chairs." They dusted the chairs and Tommy didn't even notice that the blue box didn't seem to have any dust on it. Mrs. Jones noticed that every time she turned her back, Tommy was staring at her and trying not to get noticed. Things were working perfectly. She loved teasing shy younger men.
She told Tommy, "It looks like the box broke open when I dropped it. I'm sure it's mostly junk in it but put it up on the bed and we'll go through it." As Tommy set it down it was more of a pile of clothes, odds and ends and cardboard than a box. Mrs. Jones tossed the lid aside and went through things. She moved aside three glasses, a small box of poker chips, some smaller boxes and a pile of clothing. Then she held up two boxes of playing cards. "Here are they are. I was afraid I was going to have to run out and buy new ones. Now let's get rid of the rest of this junk."
She tucked the glasses into an end table next to the bed along with the poker chips and small boxes. Then she told Tommy to sort the clothing while she ran the cards downstairs to the table where they were going to play bridge later. Tommy looked at the clothes and then looked nervous. She took his hand "Now, Tommy, don't be silly. There are some underthings in there but itsn't like they're attached to anyone. I'm sure you've folded your mommy's panties and things before. We're just sorting clothes here. Honestly, you're so nervous all the time." Then she went away for a moment.
Two minutes later, she called out to him, "Be a dear and bring the whole pile of things in here, sweetie." He grabbed the pile of silk and satin and carried them down the hall to the sound of her voice. It was coming from her bedroom it turned out. "Set them on the bed and we'll put them away. Is everything sorted?" Tommy worked to make sure the piles hadn't gotten mixed. He was a little nervous being in a lady's bedroom but Mrs. Jones seemed relaxed. In fact the bed wasn't even completely made up. One side was puled down where she must have slept without her husband. On that side was a long beautiful black nightgown, silky and beautiful. Next to it, just a few feet away were the panties she must have worn with it. They were red so he couldn't miss them and just a few feet away from him. He tried not to stare but the red was like a magnet for his eyes.
He took his eyes away long enough to listen to Mrs. Jones. She was amused at how distracted he was able to turn just because a pair of panties she had forgotten to put away were lying around. Or maybe they were there because she had run down the hall to her room and carefully laid out the nightgown and panties but Tommy didn't think that. He was just distracted. She paused and asked him again "why don't we start with the bras? You hand them to me and I'll put them away." Tommy composed himself and took the two bras which he had lumped together and handed them to her. She put them in a drawer and said "panties too. I keep panties here in this drawer and those look like mine."
Tommy handed her the five brightly colored panties, all satin and silk. Mrs. Jones took them and noticed his hands were already trembling. She held them with both his and her hands on them at the same time, pausing. "They are pretty, aren't they? Don't you think they're pretty Tommy? A lot of men like looking at and touching women's panties because they're so pretty. I think mine really are, aren't they?" Tommy just nodded his head. At that minute he was having a little trouble talking out loud. Mrs. Jones smiled and put them in her drawer.
