Monica Bradley's life had changed dramatically throughout the past week. From being weak and vulnerable with an impending divorce, to feeling sexy and desirable by a man less than half her age. She had to admit that she never saw any of this coming. The kicker being that this young stud was also her son, Jeff. The images of her son's body flashed through Monica's mind as she drove down the highway, she shifted her legs and felt her lips slide against each other as her pussy moistened. She was wearing a knee length skirt, which, she absent-mindedly hiked up so she could touch herself. The silk brief cut panties she wore were already damp, her clit throbbed for attention. As her fingers met their target, electricity shot through her body. She drifted into the right lane and a sedan behind her laid on the horn, snapping her back to reality.
Today, Monica had left her clinic early to run an errand with her son in mind. A couple days prior, Jeff had expressed interest in buying her some 'toys' that he could watch her play with. She was excited to see what he had in mind. The idea of her son watching her get off while she fucked herself made her mouth dry. She wanted to heighten the experience with some sensual lingerie. Before work that day she had sorted through her underwear drawer and couldn't find anything terribly striking. She knew he liked the lace sets she had worn during their first coupling, as well as the bright colored workout thongs she often suspected he had been relieving himself in. Monica, on the other hand, loved the way her silk brief cut panties felt hugging her mound and shapely ass. "I bet he'd love to rub his big teenage cock against this silk material." She thought as she slipped them on that morning. Tonight was meant to be special though, she decided to stop into a high-end lingerie store that was situated between work and home.
Coincidentally her sister, Gabriele, was the manager of said store. Gabriele was a free spirit- on beach vacations together she would often readily wear skimpy bikini's, even going as far as shedding her top if it was just the two of them and the location was amendable to that sort of thing. She would have no issues with the assumption that her sister had already rebounded before the divorce had been settled- Monica knew she'd be bombarded with questions regarding the identity of the new man. Monica didn't want to get into that sort of interrogation right now, so for that reason, she had called ahead to make sure that her sister wouldn't be there for closing that night.
Monica pulled into to a spot in front of the store and made her way inside. The girl working the counter recognized her immediately and gave her a warm greeting.
"Hey Monica, Gabriele isn't here right now. Anything I can help you with though?"
"Hi Alyce, yea that's fine, I'm just going to browse a bit. I'll try to be quick, I know you guys are closing in a bit." Monica replied.
"Okay, you just let me know if you need anything at all."
Alyce was a nice girl, she had been working at the store for about a year and had gotten to know Monica from all the times she'd swing by to bring her sister coffee. Monica thought she was a bit vapid but nice nonetheless.
Monica started browsing the collections. She had an idea of what she wanted but found herself quickly overwhelmed with the selection. She eventually settled on several items, which she took to the dressing room to try on. Closing the door behind her, she began to get undressed. She removed her blouse, then began unzipping the back of her skirt, she shimmied it off her voluptuous bottom and stood nearly naked in front of the floor to ceiling mirror. She paused to look at her reflection, running her hands over her silk panties and admiring the way her breasts looked in the push up bra she had worn that day. She felt good about the way she looked and was eager to try on the new lingerie. She quickly shed her underwear, her nipples stiffened as the conditioned air hit her bare chest.
The first item was a black lace, 36C balconette style bra. It looked incredibly sexy. It lifted her breasts and pushed them together. The lace itself was elegantly patterned over the padded cups. Monica found herself wishing it were sheer so that she could show her erect nipples off to her eager son. She cupped her breasts and the material felt delicious under her fingers. Next came the panties. The bra came with a matching black lace thong. As she pulled the thong up her waist, the back disappeared between her plump cheeks. In the front, the material barely covered her mound. The lace ground against her pussy as she pulled the thong high up her hips. It was so tight that it conformed to Monica's pussy lips and prominent clit, leaving little to the imagination. Monica had to resist rubbing herself so as to not leave a wet spot in the thong.
To tie the look together, Monica picked out a garter belt that had a matching lace pattern as the bra and thong. She specifically selected this one to accommodate her rather 'Latin' hip to waist ratio. With a 28" waist and a 36" inch hip size, she needed something that could flare from her waist to her butt. It tapered perfectly around her ass and hips and she completed the look by clipping it into a pair of black thigh high stockings. She admired herself in the mirror, turning to view her shapely rear framed by the garter belt. Her tan skin and dark hair complemented the black lingerie perfectly. Monica ran her hands down her body, feeling the sensual lingerie under her fingers. "Hm, even at the age of 49, this kid is lucky to be getting a piece!" She thought to herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the dressing room door.
"Almost done, Alyce!"
"It's your sister you dork!"
The door swung open, Gabrielle quickly snuck in and closed the door behind her. Monica was caught off guard and reflexively grabbed her blouse to cover her body as Gabrielle entered.
Gabrielle was 10 years younger than Monica. Gabrielle was also quite a bit taller than Monica, about half a foot. While Monica was shorter and bustier with her hourglass contour- Gabrielle was slender and more toned than her older sister. They shared the same dark features, near black hair and naturally tanned skin. Gabrielle had done some modeling in her 20's. This likely led to her more carefree demeanor. She was fun loving and it showed in the way she carried herself. Following several unconventional relationships, she reconnected with- and married her high school sweetheart. The shmuck shared a bit in common with Monica's husband and eventually his propensity for strippers and coke led to a divorce. Gabrielle's former modeling connections convinced her to use the settlement money to open a Lingerie Boutique and she'd been doing well for herself ever since.
"What are you doing? I'm changing!" Monica yelled at her sister.
"Oh c'mon I'm your sister. Don't be such a prude." Gabrielle Replied.
"What if someone was outside though!?"
"No chance, I just texted Alyce to tell her she could close up early and she told me you were here. So, uh, what in the hell!?" Gabrielle exclaimed, as she looked her sister up and down.
"What? I'm just buying some underwear."
"Haha, bullshit, Monica. That's "Fuck me" lingerie. You've already found someone else haven't you?"
"Yea yea, ok. Yes, I've met someone but I need to keep it on the down low until the divorce is settled."
Quick thinking from Monica was meant to detract any further questions from her sister. Gabrielle had been through a divorce as well and was, unfortunately, well aware of all the ins and outs of the process.
"I get that, but I'm your sister- who is he?" Gabrielle persisted.
"You wouldn't know him, I met him while I was looking for a new place."
