"Where the hell did I put those?" I thought to myself as I shoved everything on top of my dresser, back into my drawer. Lately it felt like the dryer was claiming every stitch of clothing that I owned. Everything eventually turned back up though, often right where it was supposed to be. Which I guess, exonerated the poor dryer.
You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out to what was happening to my unmentionables. I guess a woman's undergarments were a hot commodity in house that contained just my 18-year-old son and me.
My son had been the reason I dropped out of college at 19. But he was worth all of the hassle. It had been just him and I since the day he was born. Between scrapping together a living and raising a son, my life had grown rather dull, at least according to some. Nevertheless, there were always two things I could do to inject some excitement into my life: read a book or get dolled up and go at it in the bedroom. Never mind the fact that it was just me in there.
Saturday morning had started innocently enough, got the newspaper, did laundry, etc. But soon the urge to have some quality time was awash over me. I hoped in the shower, pretending that a cool shower might douse some of the flames. I knew it would not.
As I stood, clean as a whistle, digging through my underwear drawer looking for my frilly pink undies, nowhere to be seen. Guess someone else was using the schoolgirl fantasy this morning or maybe it was last night.
We would have to switch to the sultry seductress instead. Digging the black stockings out of my closet, I hoped that at least this outfit was intact. It had been a few months since I had worn the long, lace, thong-backed teddy. Do I still look good in black? For certain, my neon green dildo always looked good against the black backdrop.
With all my equipment laid out on the bed, I began to undress. I admired myself in the mirror for a little longer than usual. My mom had always warned me that big boobs were a curse. She always said, they make you get pregnant too soon (right on that one) and that they will be at your knees by age 35 (wrong on that one). MY 36H chest was rather unusual, but less so when you saw the rest of my family. While my mom's breasts sagged early, mine had stayed rather perky considering. Not to mention, they had a nice teardrop shape.
Relatively narrow hips also ran in the family, and I didn't miss out on those either. What I lack in hips I make up in the rear, a nice bubble bum with plenty to hold on to. Not long, but not short legs finished off my lower half. Long, shiny black hair on top helps to offset my dull blue eyes.
It had been so long since I had actually been with a real person. I often thought to myself, 'sex is nice, but it ain't the real thing.' That isn't to say I don't miss having sex with someone other than myself. It's just that I wonder if I'm any good at it anymore or if I could even derive much pleasure out of it.
Sliding my stockings up my thigh as if someone was watching, my mind wandered, the early stages of a fantasy swirling in my head. Describing the specifics was impossible. But I knew where it was destined to wind up. All of my fantasies wound up in the same location now. Just down the hallway.
Pushing my shoulders back, I gave myself another look in the mirror. My breasts poured out of the top of my teddy, not to mention, peeking out the side. My stockings ran high up my legs, stopping where the teddy made its U-turn. Spinning around, I glanced at my posterior, bulging out of that thin layer of cloth that covered only the most personal of places. Breathing deeply as I closed my eyes, I tried to focus on my daydream.
Laying in bed, I kept my eyes closed. I loved to let my mind wander before I even began anything physical. Some nights, I would do this for hours, drifting in and out of sleep. Often waking up, realizing I never finished the deal. That would not be a problem today.
Wayward tongues, groping hands, strict orders, my mind filled with thoughts that grew ever so naughty. At first, everyone was faceless. It was almost as if I wasn't even in my own fantasy. My hands came to life, running over my body. Arching my back, I let my palms shape me. Biting my lip as I tended to do.
Thoughts began growing more concrete. I was more formed in my dream. The man, if you could call him that, less so. Lying to myself no doubt. His slender waist was clear, as were his undisciplined movements. A boy who needed to be taught no doubt. A boy, who would never forget it if I would wrap my lips around him, even if it was for just a second. His face came into focus. My body shivered ever so slightly as I slid my hand down my stomach. Waiting...waiting...
What is that noise??!?
I snapped out of my dream. Annoyed. Breathing deeply. I steadied myself and listened closely. Moaning. Definitely moaning. I stood up quietly, and put my ear to the wall.
Was he getting laid in there? Or did he just think I wasn't home so he could turn the volume up on his porn? I shouldn't try to find out. I shouldn't. I have to.
Creeping towards my door, I turned the knob as quietly as I could. I did not want him to know I was onto him. Sneaking in a touch helped override my more sensible self. Sliding out of the room, I had only ten feet to go for his door. Tip toeing. My nylon covered feet felt so smooth against the hard wood floor.
My ear pressed itself against his door. Moaning. Still faint. But most certainly there. The door handle spun easily and silently. My heart was about to pound out of my chest. If there was such a thing as a heaving bosom. I leaned my head through the crack of the door. He was alone. Facing the other way, staring at his computer. Headphones on. Leaking the tell tale noise.
A normal person would have closed the door.
Shutting the door behind me, I sealed my fate. The cold, clammy door handle pushed against the crack of my backside as I leaned against it. He was sitting still. Eyes on the monitor. Unaware of what was about to happen. His left hand reached out. Grabbed my pink undies. They both disappeared.
My eyes shifted to the monitor. A man and a woman were 69ing. She was moaning loudly as her mouth slid up and down the man's prominent shaft. His tongue alternated between her pussy and her backside. My son's arm began to move. Obviously liking what he saw. I inched closer.
I stood directly behind him for what felt like hours. He still had his slender build, nearly hairless. His thighs still skinny, much like his biceps. Panties wrapped around his penis along with his hand. Being butt naked made his cock look rather impressive against his slim build. Thick and meaty, he had to be closing in on 9 inches. Guess that runs in the family as well.
Biding my time, I watched as his pace quickened. He clearly liked watching this girl get her ass licked. I breathed deeply. Picked my hands up and held them next to his headphones. It was now or never.
Slowly, I place my hands over his ears. Moving quickly, I pulled his headphones off. He froze. Knowing he was busted.
"What are you doing son?"
"I..uuhhh...didn't think you were home."
His eyes stared straight ahead. Arm moved towards the mouse. Shaking he attempted to close down the porn. I moved my hands to his shoulders. Noticing his penis softening. Fear has a funny effect.
"Don't do that."
"Ummm...uh..what..."
I leaned over his shoulder and looked him in the face.
"You seemed to really like it when the girl was getting her ass eaten out? You like doing that son?"
