Author Heyall has written an anthology of tales entitled "Lingerie Moms: The Collection" which inspired this story. You should check it out. I have used the plot device with Heyall's permission.
As well, author MaryAnderson did their own take on this, which inspired this dive, emphasizing my top all time fetish, nylon stockings.
I welcome your ratings and comments.
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She hadn't lived forty-two years to have to deal with this.
Jennifer Boudreau lay in bed, pondering the man/wimp/jerk/slob who had just done himself inside her: that was all it was. He pretty much just jacked off in her pussy. True enough, he wasn't all those things. He had just become the manifestation of every dissatisfying encounter Jennifer had had over the years.
As he snored, she crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She decided to just get her clothes on and leave. Thankfully she hadn't left her phone number with the guy.
When she arrived home, she crawled into bed feeling the need to cleanse herself of that soul-staining encounter. She drifted to a void occupied by her and some faceless man. Even though he was clearly selfish, it was a holistic selfish. He wanted all of her and knew what to do to draw her out and make her crave him.
She fell asleep, curled up with her fingers still inside her pussy.
She didn't feel so empty in the morning, barely remembering the encounter she ran from. But she was thirsty and pulled on a short robe to go get a glass of juice. Leaving her room, she noticed that Andrew's bedroom door was open. He must not have come home last night.
At that moment, she heard the sputtering of their lawnmower. It needed fixing and took a lot to get that thing going. It was so good that Andrew just took care of those chores though. It made her feel looked after.
As she was in the fridge, she bent over to forage for something quick to eat.
"It's hot already. I need a bottle of water. I wish I could turn this mower off but it's such a bitch to start," Andrew complained to himself.
He walked in the patio door then to the kitchen.
"Holy shit!" he thought, stopping dead in his tracks. There his mother was, bent over rummaging through the fridge.
She was curvy and thick. Not BBW-thick, mind you, but with ample tits (
"mothers don't have tits, you pervert!"
), broad hips and round ass (
"watch your mouth!"
), and very shapely legs with stocking-filling thighs (
"your last warning!"
).
Most shocking to Andrew was that her robe rode up over her bottom and the mound of her pussy pressed out from between her thighs. In a brief flash, he was overcome with the image of him grasping her hips and thrusting his cock inside her. And then, in a flash he purged the image. He quickly composed himself, and knocked on the counter to get her attention.
"What was that?" Jennifer jumped, only to see her son standing behind her in the kitchen.
"Oh honey, I'm so embarrassed! I thought you were outside. I should be more careful what I wear."
"That's fine, mom. Don't worry. I'll try not to sneak up on you. I just need some water."
Jennifer gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning and thank you for mowing the lawn. I like that I don't have to nag you."
"You're welcome, mom. And put some pants on before I come in again," he chuckled.
"Yes, sir!" It kind of felt good being told what to do.
While Andrew was going out with his friend Jacob and some others that night, Jennifer had no plans. After the previous night's episode, she decided to stay in for some personal time. Andrew came to his mom to say goodbye before leaving.
"You're not going out like that!" Jennifer declared.
"What? Is my skirt too short?" Andrew teased back.
"That shirt is a mess. At very least, it needs to be ironed and you have better ones anyway."
"Aw, mom. It's my life."
"No. Let's see what else you have."
"Yes, mother."
They went to his room and rooted through the closet. Jennifer picked a brighter shirt, but it still needed pressing.
"Quick. Get the iron and board. You'll have this done in a flash."
Andrew rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He came back, plugged in the iron before setting up the ironing board, and immediately started on the shirt.
"Now you're just being silly. You have to wait for it to heat up."
He gave it about thirty seconds and haphazardly started in.
"Honey, have you never done this before? Let me show you."
She came behind him, taking the iron in one hand and smoothing the fabric with the other. Andrew couldn't go anywhere but watch and learn. Feeling his mother's large breasts against his back was a weird consolation for his confinement. As she moved behind him, it was making him uncomfortable, like a reverse lap dance. She did get it done quickly though, handed him his shirt and sent him on his way.
"That looks much better. I'll take care of this stuff. You go have fun."
"Thanks mom. Have a good night," he replied, kissing her cheek.
Jennifer decided to take out a bottle of wine and put on a movie. The events of last night kept coming back to her. All of that dissatisfaction was becoming too much work for her, definitely not worth it. After her husband's death eight years earlier, she had rolled into her responsibilities as a mom. After Andrew graduated high school, she decided to let her hair down and start dating again. It was exciting at first and even for a good long while. Eventually, it started to become the same old, never meeting anyone whose attention she wanted to captivate.
Then, her thoughts turned to Andrew. He was a handsome young man, twenty-two years old. On one hand, he seemed to have a grip on life with a decent job and he was no slouch around the house. His involvement made her feel appreciated. But little things like not wearing a decent shirt to go out: how was he going to meet a quality girl with lax attitudes like that?
After some thought, and a couple of glasses of wine, she made up her mind. She was going to give up her adopted lifestyle to ensure she could devote the proper attention to Andrew. She was going to help him turn the corner to genuine manhood.
Her resolution was tempered by the realization that she herself needed a bit of work. How did she let herself get sucked into these worthless one-night-stands? Did she think that little of herself that she couldn't do better? How could she fix that? Whatever she did, she was going to make herself the example of what she expected of a girl for him.
The biggest change she could make was to her lifestyle. Over the next couple of weeks, she cultivated more female friends, tried to spend less time at work, (reluctantly) started an exercise regime, but also paid more attention to Andrew and his life.
One of Jennifer's growing friendships was Laura. Laura was the mother of Jacob, Andrew's friend from high school. The two women had reconnected after meeting at a coffee shop one day several months ago. As Jennifer embarked on her journey, Laura was one of the first she decided to involve in her personal improvement plan.
(Author's note. If you read Lingerie Moms: The Collection, you will understand the brief but pivotal role that Laura plays here.)
Jennifer broke the ice with Laura one Friday night as they shared a bottle of wine at Laura's house. Jacob had been home for a little while and he fascinated Jennifer. He carried himself well, exuding both a deference and authority with his mother. It was clear that Laura admired Jacob, even deferred to him.
"I'm not going to say I want the same for Andrew, but you've crafted a marvelous young man in Jacob," Jennifer praised. "What role did you play?"
Laura suppressed a blush, not wanting to reveal what really happened. "It sounds a lot like what you're doing. Guided him in his self-presentation and dress, taught him some things about what I want in a man, good or bad. I hope it helps."
"Oh god, does it help," Laura thought to herself.
"It really seems like you are on the same path as me, though. It did require some effort and stepping out of my comfort zone to develop myself into the woman I wanted to be," Laura continued.
"And the slut he wanted me to be," she thought as the vision of her son pounding her cunt in front of a mirror coursed through her mind.
"I'm going to be a little forward," Laura started. "You look nice. But what do you wear under your clothes? Underwear can be a real game-changer, especially for you, the wearer."
"Was this woman coming on to her?" Jennifer wondered as she coughed on her wine.
"That's kind of random, Laura. I guess, I just wear, well, underwear."
"I know that's a bizarre question, unless I was hitting on you. And, I'm NOT! One thing I found for me was that fully preparing myself, including pretty underwear, really helped me to build a foundation for my presentation. I definitely saw a change in Jacob as my own foundation was fortified."
Yes, it was a white lie, Laura thought. But it could be a version of the truth. If it was stretched. Like my pussy. Yeah, let's not go there.
While Laura observed something of a seed germinating between her friend and son, she didn't think that Jennifer was fully aware of what might be happening, let alone have the desire to pursue the kind of relationship that she and Jacob shared. She wasn't going to get ahead of Jennifer, just yet.
"All I'm saying is that you should do some lingerie shopping: matching sets, that kind of thing. It's been wonderful for me."
By that time, the wine was kicking in and the two girls devolved to lighter topics before Jennifer decided to make her way home.
The next morning, she decided to make a nice breakfast for herself and Andrew before they set about their morning chores. Jennifer slowed Andrew down as he began attacking his plate.
"So, honey, how have things been with girls lately? It doesn't seem like you've gone on many dates," she queried.
"Mom, are you spying on me?" Andrew replied, annoyed at the question. He also didn't want to talk about it, mostly because there was nothing to report.
"Sweetheart, I want you to be happy and seeing as how your dad isn't here, it's kind of left to me."
