She was gonna get fucked tonight. This wasn't confidence or arrogance. It was need. It had been too long since her divorce and the father of her children had moved out to start a new family with a much younger woman. Claire had waited long enough for love. Something was going to happen tonight.
Her friends had suggested a dating app, and she didn't even realize how easy it was to sift through profile after profile of some seemingly decent men, swiping left and right and blocking any suspicious-looking messages.
She had briefly entertained going out with some of the younger men because of their shirtless pics with their chiseled abs, but her son was 23 and it would have been awkward to look him in the eye, or heaven forbid have to explain what she was doing with someone his age. No, she'd stick to other men who looked like they'd been around the block and maybe were even divorcees themselves. They surely weren't old enough to need Viagra quite yet. Though some were likely getting there earlier than others. She just had to choose wisely, like the smart woman she was.
She ended up choosing a handsome man with grayed tips because she was pleasantly surprised to find him amicable and a man who really seemed to love his own children. That was the selling point for Claire. She knew a man who truly loved children was a kind, gentle soul, and even if he was too gentle to rock her world, she at least knew she'd be safe with him.
They'd set the date for 7:30 p.m. tonight, and Claire was just getting ready. She was going to put decent effort into this, and not half-ass it like the end of her last relationship. While many things were important for the date, like the way she wore her hair, the look she went after with her makeup, and the scent of her perfume, those choices were simple enough. What Claire really took her time getting ready with was picking an outfit.
It had been years since she'd bought anything truly special, as is usually the case when your husband has a mistress. But she still occasionally indulged in shopping when the mood hit her right. Usually nothing more than the bargain bin panties at Victoria's Secret, but at least it was something she could wear.
She found a nice pair with matching garter belts and was just putting a skirt and a blouse to go with it when she decided to try on the skirt. She knew she must've put on a few pounds since her husband left her, enough to make her want to make sure it wasn't too snug, though she knew she definitely hadn't hit the next size up yet.
She left the rest of the outfit on the bed and pulled on the skirt. It was snug, but she was able to get it over her hips. She smoothed it over and was standing there assessing herself when she heard her son Gabriel's voice right behind her.
"Are you headed out tonight?"
She turned around, her nude flesh exposed except for the little that the skirt covered, and began an explanation. "Yeah, I got invited out by a friend, so you're gonna have to get dinner for yourself."
"Alright. Anything you need while you're gone?"
"If you find time try to get some laundry done."
He continued standing there for a moment, and she suddenly realized he was ogling her exposed flesh, starting to make her feel a little uncomfortable. "Gabriel," she implored, "I need to take a shower."
He shook the haze from his head. "Sorry I thought you were gonna ask for an opinion on your outfit," he said with a sheepish grin.
She reeled at her hasty response and remembered the bare semblance of her outfit. "I guess you're right." Relieved, she held up the blouse centrally and made sure it covered one of her tits as her arm strategically covered the other. She tried to pull down her skirt and close her legs shut while she posed for him in place, but his gaze was locked well below the fabric. "How well does this go together?"
"Mom..." Gabriel trailed off.
"Gabriel?"
"You don't want my opinion."
"What?! Don't let me leave here looking foolish!"
"You don't look foolish at all. Mom, this skirt is going to get you," he paused, "...fucked."
She felt the ache between her legs. "Gabe!"
"What? It's true! I'm just glad my friends don't come over anymore," he said as his eyes were still on the bush poking out from underneath her skirt.
"What's that supposed to mean? Does your poor mom embarrass you?"
"No, I just wouldn't want 'em seeing anything."
"Ha! Seeing this old lady? They wouldn't even..." her thoughts went back to similar young men on the dating app and she began to blush profusely. "Gabe, thank you baby, but I really need to get myself ready now." She watched him slink away then shimmied out of the skirt and set it with the blouse and the matching bra on the bed.
As the water ran over her skin, she sighed and her mind began to wonder what Gabriel had meant about his friends.
What would a bunch of young men want with an old lady while she was getting dressed? Oh. My. God. He meant they'd want to fuck me. Those naughty college boys with their raging hormones and insatiable sex drives, their spontaneous erections...
She closed her eyes and began to caress her body as thoughts of Gabe's friends took over her mind. Her hands were now their hands in her mind's eye, and they were growing increasingly bold. Her fingers became tongues as she flicked her nipples, gradually moving her hands down between her legs. The fantasy grew more intense as she imagined them taking over.
She couldn't even see Gabe there watching her silhouette as her ass pushed against the glass of the shower door. He snatched a panty off the floor just as she began to moan, and high-tailed his way out of there.
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He'd tossed the panty in the laundry basket on his way to go make dinner. He'd already cooked up the simple meal and was cleaning dishes when his mother bid him farewell on the way to her date. After watching a little TV, he was on his way back to his room when he remembered the laundry basket. On top of some khakis and shirts was the panty he'd picked up earlier while his mother was showering. Since the fabric was a little more delicate, he set it aside and began to cycle the rest of the load.
When he came back again later to switch out the clothes, it was still laying there almost forgotten. It triggered the memory of his mother in her skirt, and he found himself wondering what she actually had worn with it. He knew it was wrong, but it had been so long since he'd had a girlfriend. He was unable to control his wandering thoughts.
His heart began to thump as he slowly picked up the panty. His curiosity took over and he unfolded it and brought to his face to search for her aroma. But it a fresh laundry scent. She hadn't even worn them. But they were quite soft, something like silk but not exactly. He continued to inhale, then made his way back to his room with her panty in tow. He pushed the door behind him for more privacy as he continued to breathe in the fresh panty on his face. He had the urge to taste vagina, and imagined this was a woman's scent.
He turned to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling out his cock to stroke it and edge closer to orgasm. He lowered the panty between his legs, rubbing his dick with the soft fabric. The thrill was about to make his heart explode.
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Meanwhile, Claire's date had not ended as she had expected. The date itself went fine, but when it came time to head home, her invitations may have been just a little too zealous. Her date declined, insisting that sex on the first date would ruin any relationship potential that they might have had. While Claire admitted she probably would've echoed that same sentiment years ago, that was not her plan for the night. But as she started to sound more and more desperate, she spooked the kind gentleman and both ended up heading home, all alone.
When she arrived home, she could see a light was still on in Gabe's bedroom. She wouldn't burden him with her drama, but instead just wanted to find some comfort in reverting back to her role as Mom. As she knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open more, she could see him hunched over on the foot of his bed, muscling something furiously right in front of him.
Her eyes must've been getting worse, because she caught a glimpse of a color matching her own skirt and it slowly dawned on her what he was doing. He eventually started to shoot, ropes of thick cum landing right on top of the colorful fabric, which caught most of it.
"Son, have you seen my..." she interrupted as she watched the white liquid pooling onto her garment. "Panty? I must've forgot to put it on."
She adjusted her mini-skirt as she walked toward him, smoothing it along her hips and revealing her unshaven muff.
He looked up with his eyes wide, caught in the act with her intimate parts right in front of him.
"Oh, it seems you're using it. Well I guess it's better than pumping it inside some young girl."
He looked stunned and hurt at the same time.
She turned around and made her way to the doorway, stopping short to fix a painting on the wall that must've been knocked out of place when she barged in his room.
As he watched her on her tiptoes, he begged her, "Mom, please don't go."
"Honey you already decided to take care of your business by yourself. What do you need me here for? Clean up your mess and bring me back my laundry."
"Can't... Can't you... help me?" he stammered.
She stared for a moment at her cum-covered panty and then at his flaccid, shriveling cock and felt bad for him all of a sudden. She'd left her baby all alone, and once again was being cruel because of the things that were beyond their control.
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