Amy stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet and completely nude. Her shoulder length blonde hair was plastered to her skull partially blocking her vision as she stumbled down the hallway completely oblivious and searching for a towel.
If she'd stayed in the bathroom and shouted her son Jacob would have brought her one but for some reason she didn't want bother him. It was just a short trek down the hall and past his room to the closest; the chances of her nineteen year old son noticing her walking down the hallway nude were so small that she didn't even feel the need to attempt to cover herself. In fact she was kind of strutting.
Since there was no way that Jacob was standing in the doorway watching her with an enormous grin on his face Amy decided to take her time a little. It was certainly freeing to walk around her own home nude like she'd done before her son moved back in after college. Before that the single mother of forty three hadn't hesitated to strut the halls of house nude, sometimes with the windows open knowing that the neighbors loved to sneak peaks at her.
Unlike many women childbirth had been kind to Amy; she'd gone from a waifish little thing who was constantly mistaken for a teen well into her twenties into a hippy thing with ripe handful sized breasts. Age hadn't been quite as generous but no where near as cruel as it had been to most of her friends. She had some lines around the corners of her mouth and yes and her breasts weren't as perky as they'd been when she was younger but she still caught people checking her out especially when she wore snug tops.
She even swore she'd caught her son looking at her a few times. Right now it was easy for her to imagine him leaning against his door frame watching her with his lopsided grin. She'd pretend she didn't see him, but she put on a show for her imaginary son bending at the waist to pull a towel from the bottom and instead of wrapping it around her body she just wrapped it around her hair and put an extra bit of sway in her step when she walked past his room.
Amy took a moment to glance into her son's room, over his imaginary shoulder. She swore she could smell him standing there in the door way but he wasn't. He wasn't even in the house. She thought she'd seen him come into the house and hadn't heard him leave but he was gone. Amy was certain and glancing into the room just made her completely certain. "Wow. What would I have done if he'd been in there?" Amy giggled nervously to herself. She'd never once considered her son as anything but and the idea kind of shrugged and walked off down the hall back to her bedroom.
"See just like I told you. Masked." A pink haired fairy said. She was sitting cross legged on of Jacob's head smirking.
"She looked right at me." Jacob replied. His heart was beating so hard that the fairy sitting on him could feel it through her bare rump.
"Well duh, Masking isn't the same as being invisible. It's actually better. See if you were invisible she would have walked right into you trying to get into your room and figuring out that you were gone. She could see you just fine, she also knew you weren't there so she just ignored you but she still doesn't try to walk through you. It's the same reason I can sit at your table in the cafeteria and nobody can see me but nobody ever accidently puts squashes me under their food." She replied.
"I had been wondering about that Star Dust, didn't you almost get crushed by Kenny once?" Jacob asked.
Star Dust glanced down at him. He was asking these questions but his mind was still completely focused on the nude woman who'd been happily flaunting herself for her invisible audience. "Yes, that oaf just didn't see me. The same way sometimes people walk into walls or knock over stuff, he was just not paying enough attention and didn't see me there. Why are you asking these questions?" She drove her bare heel into the top of his head.
"Ow, what'd you do that for?" Jacob asked looking up. He could see her of course but it didn't stop him from tilting his head back far enough that she had to grab at his shortish brown hair to keep from slipping off.
"Stop that!" Star Dust squeaked and drove her heel into his head a little harder this time.
"That hurts!"
"It does not you big baby! You're nearly the size of a bear! I couldn't hurt you if I tried now stop being dumb!" Star Dust cried.
Jacob rolled his eyes. He still couldn't tell when Star Dust was joking about the size of things. He was about average for a man, maybe little taller than average and out shape but hardly an intimidating size for a human. Star Dust was about two inches shorter than his precisely average size cock though, and he had occasionally joked he could swallow her whole. "How'm I being dumb?"
"Did you only want to see that woman naked? Every other time you've asked me to use my powers on a woman you've done more than just watch. Is it because she's your mother? It's strange for humans to lust after their mother's isn't it?" Star Dust was almost singing by the end of the question. Jacob blushing hot enough to warm the pixie's rump was a sufficient answer. "It is isn't it? You're a dirty deviant human aren't you?"
"I am not." Jacob protested.
"Yes you
arrrrrrrrre
!" Star Dust sang spreading her multicolored butterfly like wings and darting off his head before he could swat her. "You're a dirty deviant!" Star Dust's pink skirt made of rose petals came down just past her knees, at the same time she was topless and for a four inch tall woman fairly generously buxom. "So is that all you wanted, to see her naked? Or did you want something more?"
Jacob blushed again and looked to the floor. "I want more."
"Okay!" Star Dust raised her hands over head. "So what's next?"
Jacob shrugged. "I don't know I've never done this before."
Never done this before? We do this to every pretty girl you see walking down the street! He probably thinks she's special.
"Okay why don't you go down stairs, it'll be breakfast time soon."
"What are you gonna do?"
"You'll find out." Star Dust teased fluttering away from Jacob.
What am I going to do? I can't let him mate with his mother can I?
Star Dust flew into the open bedroom still thinking what she would do to surprise Jacob.
What she found surprised her though. Amy was sprawled out on her bed, her hair still wrapped in the towel holding onto a threatening looking phallus. It was glossy black and covered in what looked like thick pulsing veins. "Wow." Star Dust gasped staring at Amy.
"God I wish you were here Mike!" Amy squealed pushing the monstrous dildo up against her pussy. Star Dust hadn't really been paying much attention to the woman before, she'd been do busy soaking in Jacob's emotions but without him to distract her she took a closer look at the woman. Amy wasn't clean shaven like most of the girls Jacob fancied, she had a lush tangle of dirty blond girls that Star Dust could instantly imagine tangling herself in. She wasn't wearing any make up either.
"That's it Mike, be rough with me. I'm your little white whore." She winced as she shoved the dildo into her. It seemed impossible that something so bestial could fit inside the woman but fit it did. Star Dust stared on as Amy proceeded to fuck herself to a fast lip biting orgasm. "Thank you." Amy whispered before dumping the dildo in the bathroom sink and jumping back in the shower for a quick rinse down.
"It's almost time for breakfast, I should get downstairs." Amy didn't realize there was a pixie putting the extra spring in her step that made her skip to her bathroom instead of walking. She did notice that it was a bit odd that she decided to put on a blue lacey bra and thong combination that she normally only wore for when treating her husband.
"I wish I had some sexy shoes all of these shoes are just so boring." Amy mumbled glancing through all the sensible shoes she had. Over her shoulder Star Dust was sticking out her tongue in disgust and Amy eventually settled on pulling out a matching pair of stockings. As far as she knew there was nobody else in the house so she wasn't really sure why she had the sudden need to feel sexy but it certain felt great strutting through the house in her lingerie.
Jacob sat in silence for a moment while his mother pranced around the kitchen in her underwear pulling. She didn't say a single word to him or even seem to notice him but she kept throwing glances over her shoulder at him when she leaned over to put the biscuits in the oven, or between her legs when she pulled the fruit from the drawer. She even managed to make a show of churning her hips while she scrambled the eggs.
Why did she make enough food for two?
Jacob asked watching his mother saunter, he hadn't even known his mother could saunter, over to the table placing one plate in front of him and the other in front of her.
Why did I make food for Jacob when he's not even.
Whatever had been fogging Amy's mind lifted and saw Jacob sitting at the table. His eyes were glued to his plate. "Hey there son."
Oh God I've been sitting here flaunting myself in front of my son. I just need to sound natural and make an excuse for why I have to leave. Oh God what excuse is there for dancing around like a brazen hussy in her underwear? Why isn't he saying anything?
"Oh hey mom, thanks for breakfast, I'm kinda in the middle of something though so I'll have to take this in my room. I know you hate it when I eat in my room but I promise I won't leave anything in there." Jacob said.
