Charlotte Miller hurried around the kitchen. She pulled out all the ingredients to make a delicious homemade sandwich for her son, Dustin. Charlotte methodically put the bread down, added turkey meat and spread mayonnaise across the tasty sandwich. She grabbed a few pieces of lettuce and tossed them onto her creation. She grabbed the knife from the bright marble counter and expertly cut the crust off her son's sandwich. Her soft hands clutched the knife to split the sandwich in two.
Charlotte kept her home perfect. Every surface was clean and all the pictures were set on the wall straight. She was a prim and proper professional woman. Charlotte had to bring home the bread when Dustin's father left them both high and dry. Charlotte didn't have the luxury to grieve over the son of a bitch husband leaving them both with nothing. She had to take care of Dustin. She had to hold back the tears and find a job to support them both. Charlotte worked her way through college and got a better job with her degree. She always made sure there was food on the table for Dustin and now she was a well paid real estate saleswoman.
Charlotte was a small woman with long blond hair. She was by all accounts a very beautiful woman with feminine curves most girls would kill for. Her giants breasts almost broke through the material of any blouse. Her skin was soft and smooth. Charlotte always took care of herself. Which made Dustin's recent behavior all the more troubling. She couldn't understand why her handsome young man wouldn't even leave the house anymore. He graduated high school and then locked himself up in his room. The summer was almost over and despite Charlotte's urging, he hadn't looked into any colleges. She tried everything over the course of these last few months.
Charlotte offered to take him anywhere for vacation, she tried endlessly to convince him to focus on anything but laying around his room all day sulking. She even pushed him to go in for a psychological evaluation, Dustin told her he'd lock himself in his room and not even let her in if she pushed that again. Charlotte didn't want to make a bad situation worse. This wasn't even the worst part of it. The most troubling thing was that Dustin wasn't happy. He even threatened suicide when he was angry. All of this weighed heavily on her mind as she lifted the plate off the counter and headed to her son's room.
Charlotte opened the door and was immediately accosted by the violent noise coming from Dustin's television. She walked across the messy bedroom and barely made out the image of her dear boy, Dustin, under his cover. "How can you stand it in here? The TV is so loud!" Charlotte exclaimed while fumbling with the buttons on the television, turning the volume down. Dustin didn't answer. He was becoming less and less responsive. Charlotte's mood softened as she tentatively sat down on his bed. She just couldn't understand why such a handsome virile man wasn't out partying all night like other young men did. Dustin was tall and lean. It was surprising how fit he was considering he never seemed to do anything but lay around.
He didn't even move for the plate of food in his mother's hand. She set it down on the bed between both of them. Dustin's entire body was still covered by the blanket. She could see his eyes were fixed on the television screen. Her heart broke for her only son. Why did things have to be this way? Why couldn't they talk about it? Her little hand reached out to her son. She gently caressed his cheek. He quickly flicked her hand away. His head turned and he took in the sight of his mother's thin summer dress. She was oblivious to his leering eyes. It was impossible not to look with her giant titflesh pushing against the dress. Her nipples poked out. She rarely wore a bra around the house.
"Do you need anything honey?" She asked sweetly.
He grunted a no.
Charlotte reached for her son again. She touched him so softly. Her warm hands moved across his forehead, "It's such a nice day. Maybe we could go for a walk Dustin?" The room was silent. Dustin's attention was back on the television. Charlotte's eyes welled up. Charlotte wanted to spend time with Dustin. She wanted to cradle him in her arms like she had when he was a happy little baby boy. "I love you Dustin." He didn't answer. She waited a minute before standing up slowly and walking out of the room.
She ran to the kitchen and turned on the sink. Her mind was running wild. I can't just do nothing she thought. She had to keep trying until something broke through with him. She cupped the cold water from the sink in her tiny hands and washed her tears away. The cool water soothed her. Charlotte dried off her face with a pretty pink hand towel and sat down at the kitchen table. She thought about the predicament for a long time.
Dustin finally got out of bed and grabbed a towel. He left his bedroom and started the shower in the bathroom.
Charlotte heard Dustin leave his room and had an idea. She thought, if I can change his surroundings maybe his attitude could change too. She decided to take it one step at a time. Charlotte got up from the kitchen and quietly made her way to Dustin's room. Something as simple as just cleaning up his messy room could help.. she hoped.
She took great pains to open his room as silently as possible. Charlotte didn't want Dustin getting any idea of what was happening while he was in the shower. She looked around the room for a minute. Charlotte sure had her work cut out for her and not much time. She reorganized his closet, separated his clean clothes from dirty clothes and cleaned the dust from the television. This room is starting to look presentable she thought. The last task was Dustin's bed.
She left his room and waited at the door of the bathroom, good she thought, the shower is still running. Charlotte opened up the linen closet and took out a clean bedspread and pillowcase. Again as she went past the the bathroom and carefully listened at the door. Charlotte got back in Dustin's room and put down the clean bedspread and pillowcase on the bed. She lifted up the cover and moved it over to a chair. Charlotte picked up Dustin's pillow and a pair of plain cotton panties fell out of it. She jumped back in surprise. "What the hell!" She said out loud to no one. Charlotte looked closer at the panties and realized those were hers. She had put them in the hamper yesterday.
Just then Dustin opened the door to his bedroom. Charlotte's eyes shot over to him but she couldn't say anything. They stared at each other a minute, "I.. uhh... cleaned your room.. err..." She tried to make excuses while backing away from the bed. He stood there in nothing but a towel. His masculine sculpted body caught Charlotte off guard. Her mouth moved but words weren't coming out until finally she spoke again, "I'm.. I'm gunna go make dinner." She ran out of his room.
Dustin walked over to his bed and saw his mom's panties on the bed. He threw himself on the bed, wrapping the blanket around him. Charlotte was bouncing off the walls in the kitchen. She found her own panties in her son's pillowcase. What could he be doing with them she thought. "You know what he must have been doing with them Charlotte." She told herself. He must have been jerking off with them. Using his mother's panties for sexual aid! Her face was flush. She scooped up water from the sink and doused her face with it but this time it didn't help her calm down.
At the same time she was wrestling with the image of her son standing there so big and strong in just a towel. It dawned on Charlotte that a healthy young man with all the sexual needs of a healthy young man was cooped up all day alone in his room. The image of her son jerking off to her panties shot through her head. She had been a mother, a boss, a co-worker, but it had been so long since she had been sexy. Sexy enough for a young man to want her in that way.
Charlotte forgot about dinner and went to her bedroom. She was very sleepy all of the sudden. Charlotte dropped onto the bed and immediately dozed off. All her thoughts and fears squared off in her dreams. She was standing in her son's bedroom. Dustin was on the bed jerking his cock off with his mom's panties wrapped tightly around his manhood. "Dustin. NO! You can't do that, honey. I'm your mother.. Dustin." She pleaded with him.
He looked up at his mother, his eyes glazed over in the midst of sexual gratification. "But Mom..... it makes me happy."
Charlotte's face softened and she looked down into his lap. The head of his stiff pipe poked out from her soft panties. Dustin started moaning and jerking faster and faster. His cock erupted on the panties. The juices spilled over her panties and thoroughly soiled them. Charlotte took one step closer and closer. Dustin finished cumming all over her small article of clothing and Charlotte reached out for it. It was gooey from his cum. She slowly grabbed it off his cock and held it up, examining it. Dustin looked up at his mother.
She relented "It's okay baby. It's okay."
The sun crept across the room inch by inch until Charlotte's body was bathed in the warm sunlight. The dream faded from her mind and she woke. Charlotte clumsily reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the clock. I've gotta get to work she thought. Charlotte stood up on wobbly legs and tore off the summer dress she wore yesterday. Her breasts jiggled out the constraints and bounced freely out in the open. She walked to the bathroom and cupped them absentmindedly. Charlotte jumped in the shower. She washed her hair and down her body paying very little attention until she got to her tight little pussy. Charlotte found that her clit was swollen. She rubbed the little nub, squeezing it with her fingers. The smell of her excitement nearly overwhelmed the soap smell. She finished washing off quickly without even cumming. I'll have to put that off until tonight she thought.
Charlotte finished in the shower and walked over to her dresser, ready to get dressed for a day of work. She opened her panty drawer but found herself moving the plain cotton panties to the side in favor of something a little more sexy. Charlotte lifted up the little pair of satin panties and inspected them. They were red with a black little bow in the front. She felt sexier just touching them. Charlotte dropped the towel and put the little pair of panties on one leg at a time.
She got dressed and listened by Dustin's door. Charlotte carefully opened the door and checked to see that Dustin was still sleeping. She had the urge to go in and have a talk. Charlotte was having a lot of urges lately.
The day went by fast. She felt very confident in the little satin panties all day long, like she was guarding a secret. Charlotte managed to finish the paperwork on another house sale. She was really feeling good about herself. She got home and checked on Dustin. She stood by the door and watched him so focused on the television. She couldn't face him. Charlotte went to the hall closet and pulled out a bottle of wine. She uncorked it and poured herself a glass. I earned it she thought. She sat alone at the kitchen table and ended up nursing the bottle. Charlotte realized she hadn't even changed out of her work clothes yet.
She went to her room and pulled out a tight top and a pair of shorts. Charlotte carefully unbuttoned her blouse and lifted herself out of each arm. She stood in front of the mirror and checked the view out in the mirror. Her big breasts hung high in the bra. She unclasped the back of the bra and freed the mammoth titties. She unzipped the slacks and pulled them off. Charlotte pulled off the pretty panties last. Her nipples hardened. She reached up with the panties in hand and tweaked the bloated nipple. The soft material felt good against her breasts. She squeezed her big titties and moaned quietly to herself. Charlotte remembered dinner again and got herself together, putting on the tight top and shorts. She tucked the satin panties in her shorts. Charlotte smiled at the sight of her giant breasts in the little top.
