Scott & Barbara

With special thanks to

BlueEyed5ftAngel

for her skilful editing, and to

Captain123

for providing the story idea!

As he pulled up on the driveway outside his house, Scott removed the keys from the ignition and gave out a slight sigh. He couldn't help but ask himself why he was feeling so strange. As things were right now, he had a lot going for him, and didn't have any problems to think of. Scott was 20 years old, and for six months now he had been going out with Amanda, who was two years younger than him. Being with Amanda was great, and there were many guys in town who would give quite a lot to be in Scott's shoes. Amanda had always been considered a beauty, even at an early age, and these days she had grown into a lovely young woman. She had very dark, long hair and her skin was as smooth as a baby's. Her body was close to perfection, if not perfect even, and her face certainly couldn't disappoint anyone. Her eyes were deep blue, her lips full and luscious, and she had the cutest little nose. Scott and Amanda really had something going on, and they were a really good match. Yet there was something that made Scott feel a little uneasy in his relationship with Amanda, and lately, those feelings had grown more intense. Scott stayed in the car for a few minutes, trying to collect his thoughts, but finally went inside the house to get some sleep. It was quite late now, and he had to get up early the next morning to pick up Amanda for a breakfast date.

The next morning, Scott arrived at Amanda's house just a little past 9. He knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by his beautiful girlfriend. Amanda was all giggly as she opened the door. Without losing any time, she threw herself in Scott's arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, you! I'm so glad to see you, baby! I've missed you," she said.

"Amanda, it's only been since yesterday," Scott replied with a laugh.

"I know," she said planting a small kiss on his lips. "But I've still missed you."

Scott smiled at his girlfriend, and noticed how the uneasy feelings weren't there anymore. Perhaps they were all in his imagination, he thought to himself. Yes, that's how it has to be. Amanda is great, why should I feel anything else but love right now?

But just as Scott and Amanda were getting ready to leave, Barbara appeared in the hall. Barbara was Amanda's mother, and was in her early forties. She had divorced Amanda's father two years earlier, and since then she had lived with her daughter in their house. Scott didn't know where Amanda's father had gone. Having never met him during the six months Scott had been dating Amanda, he figured the father no longer played a part in Amanda or Barbara's lives.

Just like a lightning bolt, Scott's uneasy feeling came over him again. He was well aware of what the reason was: Barbara.

No matter how much Scott adored Amanda, he couldn't help the attraction he felt for her mother. He had never before been with a girl who had such a beautiful mother, and the feelings she stirred in him made Scott feel very confused and uncomfortable.

Barbara was very attractive for her age. Her appearance was extremely feminine and elegant, and she was always so refined and classy. Moreover, she had a taste in clothes that really appealed to Scott. Her casual clothes were always top-label and because of her job as a real-estate agent, she often wore designer business suits combined with high-heeled shoes and expensive jewellery. This morning, she was wearing a dark grey blazer with matching skirt and a white blouse underneath. The blouse was open enough to reveal bare skin and a string of dark pearls adorned her slender neck. A pair of single-diamond earrings sparkled on each side of her face and her blonde hair was put up with a hair clip on the back of her head. But while all this was a lovely sight in its own right, what really caught Scott's attention as usual were Barbara's legs. She had on a pair of dark nylons, which gave a beautiful gleam to her skin, and on her feet were a pair of black stiletto shoes.

Spotting Scott she said, "Oh hi, Scott! How are you today?"

"Just fine, Mrs. Williams," Scott replied, feeling as if he had been jerked out of a daydream.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" Amanda's mother said with a smile. "It's Barbara, nothing more."

"I'm sorry. Barbara it is," Scott replied and returned the smile.

He then turned to Amanda and said, "Well, I guess we should get going."

Amanda nodded in confirmation as Scott opened the door behind him. As they came out and started heading down the front stairs, Amanda suddenly turned back.

"Oh wait, I forgot my purse. I'll just ask mom to get it for me."

Amanda opened the door and went a few steps into the hallway. Scott waited in the doorway as his girlfriend called for her mother.

"Mom, could you come out here and bring me my purse? It's in the kitchen and I don't want to take my shoes off."

"Sure thing, honey," Barbara answered from inside.

From the hall, one had a good view into the kitchen, which was straight ahead. Scott could see Amanda's purse sitting by a chair. Being in the kitchen already, Barbara suddenly came into view. As she bent down to pick up her daughter's purse, her skirt slid up a bit. Scott felt his face blush slightly as he spotted the tops of her nylons. They were stockings and barely visible under the skirt was the black, lace top on one of them. It was visible for just a second, but the image was quickly burned into Scott's mind.

As Barbara came out into the hallway and handed the purse to Amanda, Scott fell back into the state of daydreaming. He jumped slightly as Amanda pulled him out of it:

"Ok Scott, shall we go then?"

"Sure," Scott replied shortly as he tried to act casual.

Closing the door behind them, they headed down to the driveway where Scott had parked his car. The short walk was only thirty feet or so, but the thoughts running through Scott's head made it seem as if they were walking in slow-motion. His arm was holding Amanda around her back, but he could not let go of the thought of her mother and her stockings.

Taking Amanda to a local coffeehouse, Scott went through the breakfast date with many thoughts whirling in his mind. His feelings for Amanda were certainly special and he did enjoy spending time with her. Sexually, her body easily turned him on but he also knew that was as far as it could go with her, at least for now. In spite of the six months they had been together, Scott and Amanda had not yet had sex. Scott had wanted to but there was something making Amanda say no. Although Scott respected her feelings and didn't push any further, it was still frustrating to be going out with such a sexy girl and not be able to make love with her. During their relationship Scott had to rely on masturbation as an outlet for his urges, with the exception of a hand job that Amanda had given him once. But lately, things had changed. These days, when he was pleasing himself, it wasn't Amanda he thought about but Barbara.

A couple of days later, Scott once again pulled up on the driveway outside Amanda's house. They were going to the movies that night and as he knocked on the door, he heard a muffled "come in" from inside.

As he entered the house, he was greeted by Amanda who was leaning against the balustrade on top of the staircase that led from the hall to the upstairs floor. She had a towel wrapped around her body.

"Hi baby," she said warmly. "You're early... I'm just going to take a shower before we go. There's no rush, is there?"

"I suppose not," Scott replied.

"Great. Why don't you go into the living room and sit down. I'll be done in 20 minutes or so. Mom's not home, so you can go right in."

With those words, Amanda disappeared around the corner, heading into the upstairs bedroom. Scott just remained where he was with a tingle running through his body. Amanda's final words had shot through him like an arrow and something awoke in him that he didn't know how to handle. Barbara wasn't home... That meant he had the house to himself as long as Amanda was in the bathroom.

Taking off his shoes, Scott went into the house. But he didn't sit down in the living room. Instead he made a left turn at the end of the hall and headed towards Barbara's bedroom. He could feel his heart pumping faster and his throat become dry as he came closer to the room where Amanda's mother slept. Feeling a bit like a burglar, he tripped carefully not to make a sound, although he knew Amanda wouldn't be able to hear him in the shower.

Scott slowly opened the door to Barbara's bedroom, as if he wasn't completely sure she wouldn't be in there. Scanning the room to make sure she wasn't, he then had another look over his shoulder - just in case - and then he went in.

Barbara had a walk-in closet and Scott knew exactly where he was going. Sliding one of the doors open, he was met with a sight that made his body shiver. Racked up in the closet was Barbara's entire wardrobe; business suits, evening gowns, cocktail dresses, casual wear and nightgowns. Scott could see a large number of high-heeled shoes lined up on the floor. Most of them were real stilettos; some had heels perhaps five, even six inches high. The closet was filled with a scent of feminine perfume and Scott could feel a hard-on coming on from just sniffing the air in there. He reached out his hand and grabbed the lower part of a light purple nightgown. It was a satin one and the fabric gave off a beautiful shine as it crumpled from Scott's touch. Gently he felt the satin between his thumb and index finger and the smoothness of the material forced him to put his other hand against his pants, giving his cock a few strokes through them.

Releasing the nightgown, Scott then spotted a chest of drawers on the other end of the closet. His heart rate grew even faster as he approached it and pulled out one of the drawers. It was filled with velvet boxes; Barbara's jewellery collection. Scott opened a few of the boxes and marvelled at what he found. Necklaces, bracelets and earrings; diamonds, pearls and gold. But this wasn't what he was looking for. Closing the drawer, he opened the one below it and was met with something that made his dick twitch again. This was Barbara's underwear drawer... It was filled with garments, all satin and lace. Some white and some red, but mostly black. There were bras, all in different styles and designs but all in satin with lace trimmings of some sort. Neatly folded beside them were Barbara's panties. Scott couldn't resist picking one of them up and holding them up in front of him. They were black as the night, all in satin except for the upper part of the front, which had a lace pattern of black roses. Scott held them up towards the bedroom window and let the sunlight shine through the delicate fabric. He was completely awestruck with Barbara's sexy lingerie and couldn't help but admire them as he touched and felt the softness of the satin.

Then, almost instinctively, he put the panties against his face and started to smell them. The scent of Barbara's perfume grew stronger and Scott felt his cock ache at the thought of her pussy having been right where his nose was sniffing now. Completely overcome by the arousing feeling, he continued to explore the drawers, smelling and feeling several pairs of panties and bras. Suddenly, the image of Barbara's dark stockings hit him. Quickly he stuffed the panties and bras back into the drawer, and opened another one. There they were; all of Barbara's stockings. Ever so gently, Scott pulled out a pair. The nylon felt so lovely in his hands, so rough and yet so delicate. Not unlike the pair he had glimpsed under Barbara's skirt the other day, these too had lace tops. Scott ran his fingertips up and down the stockings, feeling almost as if under some spell. He was completely guided by his desires now, and as he started sniffing the stockings, his one hand again began massaging his cock through his pants.

All of a sudden, he heard the shower upstairs subside. Scott quickly came to his senses and returned the stockings to the drawer. Closing the closet doors behind him, he then quickly left the room and quietly went into the living room.

A few minutes later, Amanda came down the stairs. She looked lovely with a new summer dress on but all that was running through Scott's mind was the thought of Barbara's sexy underwear.

The young couple headed out on their date but throughout the night, during the entire movie and the drive home even, all Scott could think about was Amanda's mother's lingerie.

Dropping his girlfriend off at her house, he kissed her goodnight and headed back home. That night, he masturbated twice while thinking of Amanda's mother, wearing nothing but black lingerie and stockings. Barbara was under his skin and everywhere in his mind.

The next morning, Barbara woke up early as the alarm rung. Going through her usual morning routine, she had a shower before going through her closet to pick out something to wear for the day. But this morning, something was different. As she opened her chest of drawers, she was immediately struck by how disorganised everything was. Barbara usually folded her underwear very neatly when she put them in the drawers but today some of the panties looked as if they had just been stuffed down.

Her first thought was that Amanda had borrowed something - she did that from time to time - but then again, her daughter was always just as careful to fold everything neatly. For a moment Barbara stood there, trying to think of a reason why her underwear drawers looked so different. If it wasn't Amanda that had been through them, who else was there? Then it struck her and a shiver went through her body. Could it have been Scott?

Barbara thought about it for a while and tried to find some other explanation. But she couldn't come up with anything else. If it hadn't been Amanda that had gone through her underwear, there was only Scott left who could have had the opportunity.

Shocked as she was, Barbara still couldn't help but feel a little excited. She had always worn sexy lingerie; it made her feel so feminine and beautiful. Her husband had never really appreciated it though. He had always been the kind of guy who saw lingerie as something that was in the way, and he had always ripped it off her as quickly as he could.

If Scott was the culprit - which was likely - he was quite obviously different. As Barbara pictured her daughter's boyfriend going through her drawers, she began fantasising about what he had been doing with her things. Had he just been looking, or did he do something else? Did he touch them as well, and perhaps even... smell them? As the thought went through Barbara's head, she felt herself become aroused and her hand reached down to her crotch. When she realised she was moist between her legs, Barbara closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Slowly she began rubbing herself and a naughty plan began forming in her head. If Scott enjoyed her lingerie so much, she was going to give him something to really enjoy...

Without being able to get the thought of Scott going through her drawers out of her mind, Barbara proceeded to pick out a nice set of underwear for the day. For the first time in years, she felt she was not only doing it for her own benefit and she had a wonderful feeling that there was someone who actually appreciated it. Keeping things fairly simple, she chose a matching set of bra and panties. They were both plain, white satin and the bra gave Barbara"s bosom just a little lift. Then she picked out a suspender belt - also white satin, but with a pattern of black lace on the front - and put it on. Sliding on a pair of black stockings, she then carefully attached the lace tops to the suspenders. Barbara took a moment to admire herself in the mirror before she put a single string of white pearls around her neck to complete the ensemble.

She felt a tingle as she imagined Scott in the bedroom with her and how exciting it would have been to model her lingerie for him. Finally, she put a business suit on top of it all; a red blouse accompanied by a black skirt. Matching the blouse, a pair of red stiletto shoes became the final touch.

Going out to the kitchen, Barbara couldn't help but wish for Scott to be there for breakfast. He wasn't, but Barbara knew that her daughter's boyfriend would be there later on...

Later that afternoon, Scott was driving up to Amanda's house. His head was filled with thoughts of what he had done the day before; how he had gone through Barbara's underwear drawers. Emotionally, he was in turmoil, to say the least. He felt such lust for his girlfriend's mother and was overcome with guilt because of those feelings. He knew it wasn't right, but he just couldn't stop thinking of Barbara and all the sexy lingerie he had discovered. He was also nervous because he knew he had left the underwear drawers not like he had found them. What if Amanda or Barbara had noticed? And if so, would they have known he was responsible?

As he walked up to the front door, Scott's heart was pounding hard. He had decided to try and act casual but now that he was here that was easier said than done. But there was no turning back from this point as Scott cleared his throat and wiped a small drop of sweat from his forehead before knocking on the door.

His heart almost stopped when the door opened.

There was Barbara, wearing the clothes she had so carefully picked out earlier that morning. She had returned home from work just half an hour ago and she couldn't help but feel a bit pleased when she saw Scott's reaction to her.

Holding the door open, she fired off a smile.

"Oh hi, Scott! Nice to see you."

"Hi Mrs. Williams," Scott replied.

Barbara gave him a coy look, as if reminding him of his promise from a few days ago.

"Barbara, I mean," he corrected himself. "Is Amanda home?"

"Sure, come right in. She's upstairs in her room," Barbara said as she stepped aside and made room for him to come inside.

Scott went up to Amanda's room, but threw a quick glance over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. He got a glimpse of Barbara heading back into the living room and the gleam from her black nylon stockings caught his eye - and imagination - in an instant.

Before entering Amanda's room, Scott had to clear his throat again. As he came into the room, Amanda greeted him in her usual, bubbling way.

"Hi baby!" she cried out and threw herself into Scott's arms.

"Hi honey," Scott replied.

He kissed her gently on the lips and gave her a long hug.

Scott's emotional turmoil didn't settle. It wasn't that he didn't have any feelings for Amanda. On the contrary, his kisses and hugs were always genuine, as were his feelings for this girl. It was just that he had lustful thoughts about her mother, even more than he had for his girlfriend.

Amanda planted another kiss on Scott's cheek and said, "What do you want to do tonight, Scott?"

"I don't know, honey," was his reply. "Perhaps we could go and see a movie, and then go back to my place. My parents won't be home, so perhaps you and I could get cozy together..."

Amanda put on a more serious face, and looked into Scott's eyes.

"Don't do this again, Scott. You know how I feel about that. I'm just not ready for sex yet."

"I know baby," Scott replied.

He honestly didn't want to pressure Amanda into anything but at the same time he was getting a bit tired of waiting.

"Why don't we just stay home tonight?" Amanda continued. "We can watch some TV and just mellow out."

"Sure, I guess," Scott replied.

"It'll be nice and soft. Just you, me and mom having a quiet night together."

Scott felt a shot through his body. He hadn't counted on Barbara being there too. He almost panicked but he knew he couldn't back out now. He didn't want Amanda to get suspicious, which she would if he suddenly didn't want to be around her mom.