French Maid Mom
"You've got to be joking? I can't wear that."
"Now come on Mom, you lost the bet and you promised to wear any fancy dress outfit I chose."
"Yes, but look,.........it's so indecent. You can't expect me to........."
"No it's not indecent. It's just a French maid's costume. It's just a bit of fun."
"No, Darren, please, don't make me."
"Well you should have thought about that when you made that bet......besides you've got a great figure, you'll look sensational in it."
"But Darren, I'm your mom, not one of those playboy models."
"You are better than a playboy model."
"Stop trying to get round me, it's no good."
"So you're going to welch on the bet, is that it?"
"I didn't say that.....and stop giving me so much wine. Your dad wouldn't approve."
"Dad's not here to approve, or disapprove," I said, topping up her glass yet again.
The truth was, I was desperate to see my mom in that costume, because, even in her late thirties she was a blonde stunner with a great figure and long shapely legs that made you silently whistle every time you saw them.
Fortunately, Dad was away on secondment in Springfield, having to temporarily manage a new branch of the Company he worked for. That left me alone with Mom in Cincinnati and I couldn't have been happier. At present, I was doing my best to lead her astray and, at the same time, brighten up her dull life. And, I have to say she was having a great time, as we spent a lot of time together, dancing to rock music, watching movies and having a lot of laughs. Also, we were getting though a fair amount of wine each night and doing a bit of gambling. Mom liked a little bet, particularly, when it involved money or forfeits.
Dad, of course, being such a solid straight-laced dull sort of chap didn't approve of such things. So, whenever we did anything like that, we kept it well hidden from him. Every day, we'd bet on the horses, baseball games and anything else that came along. From our net winnings, we had a couple of meals out and bought more wine. I should stress that we are talking about relatively small amounts of money here. Her own strict upbringing and the way she had brought me up, meant that we knew the value of money and would never risk losing large amounts. It was just good fun and put a bit of sparkle into our lives. I got the impression that she had a better time with me than she ever had with Dad.
Anyway, the previous night, she had foolishly entered into a bet with me on the outcome of a TV quiz question. She had lost and I was determined to make her honour her commitment of having to wear any item of fancy dress that I chose for her. I had got the idea from a website, featuring saucy uniforms on women in the M.I.L.F. category, that I had seen some weeks earlier. The images had stuck with me and I had day-dreamed of Mom in some of the sexier costumes. It was a great idea for a forfeit.
So, the following morning, I had spent a good 2 hours trawling around the shopping mall, until, I found an outfit that would be sexy and revealing. And, when I did, I got really excited as I imagined her in it, showing off her superb body. But, I never imagined then that buying that French maid outfit was to have such a dramatic effect on both our lives. It had cost me the best part of 50 dollars but it was well worth the expense.
After a another glass of wine, she began to soften.
"And you promise that you won't tell anyone if I put that thing on," she slurred. "
Especially
, don't tell your dad."
That request reminded me of what a prude my dad was and I knew exactly what she meant. He would have been shocked and angry to see his wife of 17 years put on sexy clothing like that. I suppose it was his careful religious background that made him so narrow minded
"You know better than that," I said earnestly, "there's no way I would tell him our little secrets." At the same time I said it, my hope soared that she would actually put it on.
"You'll look really great in it" I assured her once again.
She held it up against herself. "It's a bit short," she complained.
"It was the only maid's outfit they had," I lied. "Besides, you've got the legs for it."
Mom loved little complements like that, and deep down, I had the feeling she was just itching to see what she looked like in the sexy outfit.
"O.K." she finally said. "A bet is a bet, so I'll do it this one time. Just give me a few minutes to get changed."
With that, she grabbed the costume and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. Meanwhile, I poured myself another drink and prepared myself for the biggest treat of my young life.
The minutes dragged by as I frequently checked my watch. It was getting late and she had been away for a good half hour. How long was she going to be?
While waiting, I got to thinking about mom and the private conversation between her and her sister that I had recently overheard. Although loyal to her husband, she'd had her fair share of marriage problems. But, more interesting to me was the news that their sex life was very much dead in the water. I had also learned that she had been a sexually frustrated woman for some time. This fuelled my hopes that our own relationship could get more intimate.
In fact, why she chose to marry my dad in the first place was a puzzle. He was quite a few years older than her with a young child to bring up. And, after all, with her outstanding looks and figure, she must have had lots of suitors chasing after her when she was younger.
However all that was a long time ago.
Then, finally, just as I was beginning to think that she had changed her mind, she appeared in the doorway and almost blew my mind. She looked so sexy, it was unbelievable.
"What do you think?" She purred, twirling round to show herself off. "Wow!" was all I could say. She looked sensational.
