Latisha sat quietly while looking at the young man sitting opposite her, he appeared visibly upset by the news and she felt for him.
"Duncan, I don't know what to say to ease your mind, but you know our Amanda, she can be very stubborn at times and after what she saw on that video...well it sounded pretty weird," Latisha said, somewhat sympathetically. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she too had also seen some of the home video; she thought that he would probably have died of embarrassment if he had known his mother-in-law witnessed his part of his kinky side.
"Latisha, it wasn't that bad...really...I wasn't hurting anyone...it was just me," he said solemnly.
Duncan looked back up at his mother-in-law and gazed into her clear blue eyes. He loved the way her curly blond hair hung to her shoulders framing her slim face and aquiline nose, and he found her very attractive now as always.
Latisha sighed, and returned his gaze; she had always been fond of her son-in-law. Her daughter had married far too young at nineteen and now some three years later it was all about to crumble. Duncan had been Amanda's "first" and although he was a couple of years older than Amanda he had lacked experience too. Latisha now felt fairly sure that Duncan's experimenting was nothing more than that of an inquisitive highly-sexed young man and that he was possibly also suffering from a little frustration at his young wife's lack of enthusiasm in the bedroom.
"But the costumes Duncan?"
Duncan averted his gaze again, briefly glancing down at his attractive mother-in-law's cleavage. He noticed she was wearing a striped top that was partially see-thru and her black lace bra cupped her breasts nicely. Latisha often wore revealing clothes around him, often only tiny miniskirts and little tops. At times Duncan felt she just oozed sexuality, if only Amanda was half as sexy, he thought.
"It was just fantasy stuff Latisha...I think Amanda might be exaggerating a bit."
Latisha had seen enough of the video herself to know that he was right in a way and although it had shocked her more than a little to know that her son-in-law was not so straight she did think her daughter may have been over-reacting in wanting to leave him so quickly. There had to be a better way.
"So how many outfits do you have?" Latisha asked.
"Just a few...not many...really..." he said sheepishly, his face flushing crimson. "Do you think I'm weird too? I think they look hot...and I love the feel....you would look good in them Latisha," he blurted without thinking, looking back up again.
Latisha stared back at him briefly then smiled at his suggestion, her demeanour softening. He did have good taste, she thought.
"You think so do you? Don't you like what I wear Duncan?"
"Of course I do...you always look hot Latisha. I wish Amanda dressed a little more like you sometimes," he said regrettably.
"Or maybe a little bit more like you?" Latisha chuckled. "Mmmm...why don't you just show me what you've got hey...maybe the one you like the best?" she asked cheekily, expecting him to blush even more at her stirring suggestion.
"Are you serious? You want to have a look?" he asked incredulously.
Latisha smiled at Duncan and raised her eyebrows cocking her head to one side and shrugging her shoulders. She wasn't really serious of course and shouldn't have made the suggestion to the impressionable young man, but she noticed that he now looked somewhat pleased at her suggestion, so she decided to humour him further for a bit of harmless fun.
Duncan needed no further prompting. He pushed the kitchen chair back and without another word, stood up and turned then walked down the short hallway to his bedroom, leaving Latisha to look on in wonder.
As Latisha sat there waiting for him to return she reflected upon the video that her daughter had recently discovered hidden amongst Duncan's travel bags. It wasn't just what he was wearing while he masturbated that had disgusted Amanda, no; it was the things he was saying too. Latisha's husband had always maintained that Duncan had the hots for her, now she was left with very little doubt, only Duncan was unaware of just how much she now knew.
Duncan appeared moments later carrying a small bundle in his arms and laid it on the table in front of his mother-in-law. He watched her look down at the clothes as he straightened them out.
"It all looks very small Duncan...I mean it's nice...but very small," she said as she picked up a black patent leather skirt with a zipper all the way up the back. She noticed the skirt's zipper ran from the top to the bottom...opposite to normal allowing the wearer to leave it undone a little like a slit. She placed the skirt back down and picked up a very nicely laced bodice of an exquisite red material, "Quite beautiful too."
Then she ran her fingers along the boots, the heels a very high stiletto. They looked 'nasty' but what Latisha really admired was the length of them, possibly thigh high and of the softest leather she had felt, no doubt quite expensive.
Duncan looked at her with wide eyes as he watched her pickup the next piece of garment...just a tiny little g-string in a red lace like the bodice and also quite see-thru.
"These look far too small Duncan...they would probably fit me!"
"I bought them for Amanda but she won't even look at them," Duncan explained, but he knew Latisha was right, they probably would fit her too as both mother and daughter were almost identical in size...except Latisha's breasts were larger and her hips were fuller with a beautifully shaped butt that he looked at often.
"Hmm...I see, but I meant your favourite Duncan...you know...what you like to wear."
Again Duncan turned and walked back to his bedroom leaving Latisha to admire the boots.
Some minutes passed before he walked back out...slowly. Latisha looked up from the table and gasped when he came into view.
Duncan stood before her dressed in a black and scarlet corset with matching suspenders and black fishnet stockings; he had on black satin arm-length gloves and held a long riding crop in his right hand.
Latisha noticed he had rouged up his lips and put on some garish blue eye shadow too, but that wasn't all. She watched almost transfixed as he walked closer to the table, his steps quite loud on the kitchen tiles as he was also wearing high pumps of patent leather.
For a brief moment Latisha felt she was looking at an attractive woman and not her handsome young son-in-law. But then when he was no more than a couple of metres from her she noticed something amiss...something that belied the picture...he wore no panties.
Duncan's large penis swayed from side to side as he posed before his mother-in-law.
"Wow...I didn't mean to put it on Duncan...." Latisha said croakily as she surveyed his attire, only to again focus on his penis. She knew his cock was quite large from the video...but to actually see it in the flesh! Of course Latisha realised why it now looked so much more menacing; he was devoid of pubic hair!
"Sooo...what do you think?" Duncan asked almost demurely.
"Duncan...I...I think you should put some pants on...please," she suggested, her mouth agape and her gaze beginning to falter.
Duncan looked back down at Latisha and then he too got a surprise. While he was out of the room his mother-in-law had put on the boots and now sat sideways on the kitchen chair with her legs in plain view.
"Nice...they look very nice on you Latisha."
"Thank you. I couldn't resist...perfect size too."
Latisha stole another glance at his manhood and quickly looked away again...his penis was growing harder and now appeared to be quite erect!
"Duncan...you are very naughty...I should take that crop off you and give you a good smack across your backside!"
Duncan didn't miss an opportunity and within a micro-second he reached out and offered Latisha the long, thin riding crop.
"Oh Duncan....I was only kidding...please...you look very nice, but please...I think you should put some pants on," Latisha stammered while eying the pro-offered whip.
"I am naughty Latisha...you're right...but you don't seem too shocked to see me like this."
"I'm shocked alright...believe me," she said again looking him up and down. She couldn't help notice that he did actually look quite good and wondered if that made her a bit weird too? In all her forty-two years she had seen a lot of things, but this certainly was out there.
"Umm...why don't you try the skirt on too, Latisha? And...maybe even the bodice as well?" Duncan suggested as he eyed her bare thighs above the top of the boots.
"There's matching gloves and stockings in that little bag too..."
Latisha again looked at the pretty clothes that lay on the table and gently caressed the lace of the bodice. It was very nice. Next to the skirt lay a fine cloth bag she hadn't noticed before. She refrained herself from opening it and looking inside.
Latisha knew things were getting out of hand and she needed to take control of the situation. Then just as quickly, she thought that it may be a good chance to teach the young man a little lesson.
"You want to have sex with me, don't you? Don't you?" Latisha asked somewhat bluntly, a wicked smile forming on her lips.
He didn't answer her but merely reached down with his gloved hand and began to caress his own thigh, this momentarily caught Latisha's eye and she watched him briefly. She could now see a drop of pre-cum glistening upon the end of his swollen knob. Yes, she knew he wanted to have sex with her...she had heard it on the video, her husband had been right.
Quickly Latisha reached forward and snatched the riding crop out of Duncan's hand and swished it through the air...only inches from his very erect penis.
"Go to your room....go on...go to your room and I will deal with you in a minute...and no more touching yourself...got it!" she said with a tone of authority.
Duncan backed away in disbelief, did she really mean it, he wondered? As he turned, as if to answer his question, he felt a sharp crack across his bare backside and he hurried down to his room, his heart racing with excitement.
Latisha watched him disappear into his bedroom a little nervously. Teach him a lesson? What was she thinking? She eyed the beautiful clothes that lay on the kitchen table again as she formulated a plan.
"What do you think you're doing young man?" Latisha demanded somewhat surprised as she stood in the doorway to the small master-bedroom.
"I told you not to touch yourself...get your hand off your penis....now!"
Duncan was lying back on a king-sized bed that appeared to be too large for the room; his left hand was stroking his penis back and forth slowly.
