Catalyst Of Pink

Author's note: This story functions as a stand-alone tale, but its events take place after those of 'Eye of the Appreciator' in the same universe. The two stories share a bit of overlap so you might consider reading both if you enjoy this one.

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1.

Dave descends the stairs and enters the main floor of the small, two-storey house carrying a laundry basket full of the week's clothing. As he passes the living room his mother calls to him from the couch, "honey, can you grab the laundry out of my room, as well. There's a pile in my hamper." She flips a page in her fashion magazine without looking up.

"Sure, Mom." He puts the basket down on the hardwood floor and scampers back upstairs. He heads to the end of the hall, passing his own bedroom, and pushes open the door to his mom's room.

Typically, he doesn't spend time in here and never enters unless given a reason. The softness of the atmosphere, violet walls, frilly decorations, and faint odor of perfume make it feel like a mysterious, foreign land. Actually, it's a place that has planted a seed of intrigue in Dave's mind, especially lately. He's 18 now -- a young man -- and finds himself thinking much less about girls and much more about

women

. Well, he's standing in a woman's bedroom right now and this gives him a fuzzy feeling deep down, perking up his curiosities.

What does she do in here? She doesn't even have a TV.

He looks at the smooth sheets of the king-size bed without a wrinkle on them and the far too many small pillows piled high. Then to the big, wooden dresser opposite it, covered in makeup products and various nick-knacks. He pictures his mother alone in here, exiting the en suite bathroom, hair still wet from her nightly shower, moving from dresser to closet, changing, laying in bed reading...

There are a few books piled up on her beside table beside her alarm clock. Sitting down on her bed, he plays with the soft fabric of her comforter while he reads their titles. They're all cheesy romance stories.

How can she read this stuff?

He grabs her hamper and leaves, descending the stairs once again to find his mom still fixated on the photos in her magazine, her long legs stretched out as her crossed feet rest on the coffee table. Stacking the two laundry baskets atop one another, he passes through their small kitchen and goes down into the basement before pouring out both baskets on the tile floor in front of the washing machine.

Something pops out of his mom's laundry pile that seizes his attention. Protruding from the side of the cotton mountain is a tiny, pink waistband. Pinching it between thumb and finger, he pulls on it. Out comes a well-worn pair of panties. His eyes open wide as he gazes with fascination at the skimpy treasure in his hands. Of course, he knows that his mom wears underwear, but he had no idea she wore things like

this

.

He has seen a few girls at school wearing underwear with little waistbands. Sometimes they're visible when they bend over. Dave always looks. He counts himself lucky when he gets to catch a glimpse of a thong or two throughout the day. But he has never dreamed that his mom also wears this style.

Now that he considers it, she does have the body to show off a sexy pair of undies. Being honest, Dave would admit that his mom's curvy bottom is actually nicer than the small, tight butts of the girls at his school. He's always loved wide hips and bubble butts.

He tosses the panties into the machine, along with the rest of the colors, and starts it up.

Upstairs, he joins his mom in the living room, plopping down onto the other end of the big, green couch and watches her peruse her magazine. He notes her wavy, chestnut hair falling backward across her shoulders and her white blouse pulled tight across her ample bust. But his attention is ultimately drawn to her hips, wrapped in a pair of faded, blue jeans. Having just seen a sample of her lower-body wardrobe, his imagination is all fired up.

What does she have on right now? One of those little pairs?

His often-used, pretend x-ray vision kicks in and her jeans fade away. Dave can practically see the little, pink triangle emerging from between her thighs and the thin waistband wrapping over her wide hips to connect it to the equally tiny triangle at the back. His dick twitches. For a moment, he tries to resist where his mind is going -- it's his mom, after all -- but this moment of hesitation is short-lived and soon he is vividly picturing her legs turning toward him on the couch as she opens her milky, white thighs.

"Can I help you with something?" She still doesn't look up from the glamour photos.

"Um, I, uh, got the laundry started."

"That's good. Thanks, hun. Was there anything else?"

"Well, I was just, um, wondering if you need a glass of water or something."

"I'm fine, thanks." She finally looks up and smiles warmly at him. She's got the kind of face that can put anyone at ease -- a wide, playful smile and dancing eyes. "Actually, I should get those dishes finished and go lay down. I'm starting to feel tired."

She gets up and goes to the kitchen while Dave watches her backside, his x-ray vision still in effect.

Feeling another twitch in his pants, he snaps back to reality. Running back upstairs, he retreats to his own bedroom. Yes, he knows that looking at his mom that way is wrong and he feels dirty for his inappropriate thoughts. But it's a warm, fuzzy kind of dirtiness, which he enjoys. He'd like to masturbate, but he resists. Enough of him still wants to remain pure.

2.

Odette is in the kitchen, once again preparing dinner for herself and her son. It's a chore that she has never minded. Providing for and raising David has been one of the few joys of her life and she will never complain about all the work it's taken to mother him. Being a single parent has been difficult, but the hardest parts are over. She doesn't need to run from her abusive ex-husband anymore. She no longer needs to worry about all the cheating or about him showing up drunk in the middle of the night, threatening violence. He is in prison now and he'll be there for a long time. It hurts her to admit it, but it's for the best. She had been relieved when she'd gotten the news because she'd finally known that her and David would be safe together. Since then, she's vigilantly taken control of her life, now reluctant to ever relinquish her autonomy again.

Nowadays, she's a woman who seems to have everything in order. After receiving and wisely investing a sizeable inheritance a few years back, she hasn't had to stress about finances. She's very careful with her money and doesn't live frivolously. Though, she continues to work a part time job as a receptionist at the medical clinic to keep herself busy. She's always organized and on time, always clean and tidy, always prepared, disciplined, and calm. And, sadly, apart from the occasional outing with her girlfriends, always alone.

Sure, she receives plenty of attention from guys. In fact, she finds herself accepting dates from men every few months, though, none of them lead anywhere. Worried about repeating her past, she's now only capable of going out with safe men who pose no threat to her. And, disarmed by the fear of offending, these nice men, with their soft, beer bellies and balding heads, don't arouse her. Yes, they are gentle and courteous, and the polite conversation flows easily. But not one of them has made her feel excited. So she goes without sex, as she has for over a decade.

How does she soothe herself when her unmet desire burns? She exercises like a demon -- running 10 kilometers most mornings and lifting weights in the afternoons when she doesn't have a shift at the clinic. She takes pride in her figure. She also plays with herself -- a lot. It can be tough to stifle her moans so as not to be heard by David in their small home. But when her son is not home, she lets herself go, allowing her wails of pleasure to echo down the hall as she releases the tension she has been holding. She thinks of herself as her own lover -- and she is very thorough. She credits her special "alone time" as being the one thing that has gotten her through such a long dry spell.

Though she enjoys allowing herself to moan loudly, a part of her prefers her self-pleasure sessions while David

is

home. The challenge of keeping herself quiet while knowing that her son is just beyond one thin wall has been arousing her more and more of late. She likes knowing that, even if there isn't a man in her bedroom, there is at least one in the house. She doesn't spend much time questioning why David's proximity is such a turn on. She just enjoys it. Permitting one's self to enjoy little things in life, no matter what those little things are, is a personal philosophy of Odette's.

Her imagination has become quite vivid after all these years of practice. While playing with herself, she pictures various handsome and rugged men she has seen throughout the day. She imagines them coming into her bedroom and having their way with her. They aren't timid like the safe men with whom she finds herself going out on coffee dates. No, these men are aggressive and determined. In her fantasies they grab her small body and use it like they own it, the same way they go through life -- taking what they want. While touching herself, just thinking about the way these men have looked at her gets her close to her climax, but the spark that brings her over the edge is when she imagines being

taken

. She doesn't want a man to ask for permission. She wants a man to grab her and

fuck

her.

She has seen these men admiring her. She sees their eyes dart up and down to take in her feminine figure. She knows they want her. But she ignores them -- giving them the cold shoulder. Traumatic memories flash through her mind. She fears letting another strong, dangerous man like this into her life. What might they be capable of? She won't allow herself to be hurt again.

She finishes preparing two plates of pasta and roasted chicken for herself and David and they sit down to eat. He is the only man in her life and this makes her happy. They love each other and she needs nothing more. Yes, she craves having a lover in her bed, but she's okay with the way things are.

It's okay,

she tells herself for the thousandth time.

I'm okay.

3.

It's been a long day at school. Dave didn't sleep well last night and he is looking forward to relaxing at home for the evening and going to bed early. This week, he's been inundated with homework assignments. Teachers always warned him that his senior year would be tough and they weren't lying. He knows he needs to earn high grades for when he applies to university and the stress is beginning to get to him. But he doesn't want to disappoint his mother. She's done so much for him and he would be devastated to let her down. She's always told him that she will be proud of him no matter what and that she only wants for him to be happy. He believes her, but he feels the pressure none-the-less.

He used to be jealous of the other guys in school who had siblings and fathers. His own dad was a deadbeat. Dave doesn't know much about him beyond the fact that the guy will be spending many years in prison. His mother doesn't like talking about it and Dave learned a while ago not to ask.

Growing up as an only child, Dave was bored a lot at home and didn't understand why he didn't have what so many of his friends had. But as he's matured, he's realized that life deals different cards to different people. He finds himself simply being thankful to have the mother that he does and appreciates how much she has sacrificed for him.

He is trudging along the same route he takes almost every day after school when something catches his eye.

Lavender Delights

is definitely not the type of store where he usually shops. In fact, he probably has never set foot in a women's clothing store. But there's something about the way the loose fitting, red skirt hangs from that mannequin's hips that makes him stop in his tracks. He stares at it while feeling slightly ashamed to be checking out a mannequin, of all things. But in his defense, this mannequin does have nice curves -- wide hips and a thin waist. It looks a lot like a woman that Dave knows very well.

That skirt would look great on Mom.

The thought shocks him. He's never considered his mother's clothing choices before, and certainly not whether or not an outfit looks good on her! He quickly scampers away from the window and within a few steps he can no longer smell the aroma of incense which had emanated from the open door. He puts the embarrassing moment out of his mind and hurries home.

4.

Odette is in her dim, lamp-lit living room sitting in her corner of the couch and idly flipping through a fashion magazine when it happens again. For the past few days she has been doubting herself, not believing what she has been noticing. She's wondered if she's going crazy. But this time there is little room for doubt. Out of the corner of her eye she sees David looking at her -- staring, actually. She lifts her eye brows and turns her head toward him and he quickly looks back at the book he's pretending to read.

He's checking me out.

She knows she's right. She's always been able to detect when a man is eyeing her. It's her sixth sense. And for the last week she's been sensing a lot of glances coming from the young man she lives with. This surprises her. Of course, she knows she's an attractive woman but she didn't expect to be catching the attention of such a young guy who spends most days surrounded by cute teens. She smiles. But, before she allows herself to feel too complimented she needs to be sure. She'll perform a test.

Stretching her upper body to her right, away from her son, so that he'll know she can't see him, she lifts her feet out of her slippers and sets them down on the coffee table in front of her. After she finishes her stretch, she drops the magazine on the couch and brings her hands forward, scratching her knees before letting her finger tips drag upward along her thighs, pulling the hem of her baby-blue house dress with them. By the time she's finished, her toned legs are fully on display from mid-thigh all the way to her toes.

That should do it.

Finally, she brings her face back around and pays attention to David in her peripheral vision. As she expected, he is looking right at her, totally mesmerized by the show she has just put on. She sets her magazine back in her lap, but keeps notice of him at the edge of her sight. He just keeps staring! It's not until she looks right at him that he finally returns his eyes to his own book.

"Reading something interesting, dear?"

"Uh, not really, just something for school. It's my history textbook."

"A little boring?"

He reddens. "Yeah, I guess."

She chuckles and leaves him be.

A few minutes later, Odette decides it's time for another test. The first was so much fun, after all. Once again, she sets down her magazine. She then stretches her arms high above her head, arching her back and pushing her chest forward. She stretches her neck to the right again, so that he will feel free to look, if he is so inclined, and holds this pose for several long seconds. When she returns to normal, she again notices that he's been watching her, mouth open and eyes wide. Unbelievable.

The little sneak, gawking at his own mother!

Odette is surprised that even after confirming her suspicions, she can't get mad. In fact, she feels a little flutter in her chest! She's flattered. However, she knows that he's young and that this is just a phase. He is a handsome boy -- athletic and confident. He'll find a girlfriend soon, start getting laid, and then his attentions will be directed somewhere more appropriate.

Still, she smiles to herself. What better compliment can a mother receive than to be admired by her boy?

An hour later, after the pair have each retired to their rooms, Odette is preparing her nightly routine. She steps out of her warm shower and dries her body with a fluffy, white towel. As always, she spends a few minutes brushing her long hair backward over her shoulders and rubbing cream into her smooth, white skin. Getting comfy and preparing for bed is one of her favorite parts of the day. Over the years, it has helped her sleep well so that she wakes up refreshed for her morning exercise.

Emerging from her en suite bathroom, she sits on the edge of her bed and flicks on her table lamp. She's always found that dim lighting sets a wonderfully, homey mood and she's placed lamps all over the house. Now the room basks in a faint, purple glow as she slips into her nightie and slides under the covers.

She hadn't planned it, but she finds her hands beginning to rub and explore her body. She lets them slide up under her nightie and massage her breasts before gently pinching each nipple. Unrushed, she deliberately takes a few long, relaxed breathes as she lets her mind calm. She focuses her attention on the few sounds she can hear -- a vehicle driving past the house, David opening and closing a drawer in his room, the wind rustling the tree outside. Then she focuses on and notes the sensations in her body -- the silk nightie bunched up around her chest, the soft cotton of her comforter against her skin, the warmth and tingle between her legs. Within minutes, she is fully in touch with her arousal and her exploring hands start to slide further down her torso before rubbing along each of her inner thighs. Soon her right hand nestles between her legs and she begins to gently play and rub in little circles while her left returns to her chest to pinch and massage her breasts.

There's a man in her house. That knowledge gets her going as she licks her fingers, getting them slippery before returning them between her legs, now starting to feel herself moistening at her own touch. There's a man just through that wall beside her. And he was eyeing her, checking her out. He couldn't resist looking at her! He is probably thinking about her body right now, maybe even having dirty thoughts about her. Odette only gets wetter as she drops the guardrails in her mind and let's herself revel in the implications of what she confirmed tonight. David has been ogling her -- checking out her breasts, legs, and probably her backside. He's likely even been fantasizing about her! She gets hotter and hotter as she lets herself wonder what kind of thoughts her son has had -- what kind of

inappropriate

desires he's had for her. As her climax builds and releases, she needs to bite down on her pillow to keep quiet.

5.

Dave sits at the kitchen table, watching his mother scrubbing some dishes at the sink. Her meaty butt jiggles as she works. He is mesmerized and again he wonders what kind of panties she's wearing.

She dries her hands and, to his astonishment, begins to untie her red skirt. Slowly, she lets it drop. She bends forward over the counter and slides the skirt over her hips and ass, revealing the little, pink thong! She looks back at him, smiling seductively. Her hands drop her skirt and, as it falls to the floor, they begin to rub and massage her ample cheeks, even spreading them apart enticingly.

Dave's eyes open wide. He is hard as steel and compulsion takes control as he rushes to her, dropping his pants in the process. He begins rubbing his pole against her. She moans as his hands slide up her sides and grasp her tits.

"Ooooo, yes, honey!" She coos for him.

Frantic, he grinds for mere moments before cumming in his boxers, wetting himself with a massive load of jizz that keeps coming and coming. He buries his face in her hair and hugs her tightly against him as she fades away, desperately inhaling her fleeting scent...