Madolyn Caldwell knows first-hand how much it cost to raise her children - from college tuition, to her daughter's recent wedding.
Still, she's about to learn the true value of a dollar ...
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Legalese: Contains adult material. Anyone under age 18 must leave now. Anyone that might be offended by sexy or sexually explicit material or strong language must leave now. The activities in this story may be unrealistic, unethical and/or illegal, and they ignore the reality of sexually transmitted diseases - this is fiction, do not try any of this at home. All characters are over age 18, proof of age on file.
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She walked with him hand-in-hand to the door, and once they were inside, the coat came off immediately.
Leaving her ... wonderfully naked for him! Just oozing with nekkidness! The strong feelings were vividly there, that it was SOOOO right. She'd taken a dollar to strut around totally naked for him, even if he WAS her son - and she'd told him earlier this evening she'd do it all night for him if he wanted her to, so she guessed she was buck naked until tomorrow morning. That was okay, though, it felt right - very very right.
God, she couldn't believe that her own son was just staring at her naked body, that she was just standing here letting him, welcoming him to.
Neither of them mentioned that her excitement at this had put her nipples up on high beam. If she stopped to think too hard about that, she'd claw herself in shame, but she just did not let herself think about it.
"Gawwwd, that's better," she sighed. And it was - the very wrong feeling of being clothed had given way to the very right feeling of being naked, at least as long as this deal ran and she earned her dollar.
What was it with those damned dollars?
At least there was only one of them left!
She carried her long coat to the coat closet, feeling her high heels make her breasts ripple with each step, feeling his eyes on her, drinking her in, in all her forbidden nude glory.
It was ... enough to get a girl excited!
And those nipples like that simply revealed her hand entirely. There was no bluffing or aloofness, she was just ... excited. And it showed. Her breasts were declaring her arousal to the room, whether she liked it or not.
She walked back to him and drank in his interested excited gaze as he watched her.
"Well, I guess I'm your toy, your plaything to look at for the night, darling. My ... excited breasts," she didn't know why she drew attention that her breasts were perky with excitement, but she did, "And even my ... 'snatch', darling. My 'pussy' ... is yours to look at all you want this evening."
"It's, uhm ... quite nice, Madolyn," he mumbled, quite captivated by her parts.
That ... okay, admittedly, that thrilled her. But she breathed deeply a couple times and focused again. "Where do you want me, sweetheart? How would you like me posed?"
"Those heels do wonderful things for your legs, Madolyn."
"Thank you, Rob. I'm ... glad you like them."
"They're what? Four inch heels?"
"Yeah." It felt so good for her to be on display for him.
"I didn't know you even HAD four inch heels."
"I, uhm ... didn't, darling."
"You bought them or something?"
"Nng-hnng. I- Oh, Rob, you wouldn't let me do my part of the deal for you, and I called and you kept hanging up on me, and I felt SOOOOO awful. And I wanted to ... tempt you. To let me ... get all naked for you. So I went out and bought them this morning. So I could ... look a little sexier for you." She shrugged and blushed, but he didn't seem angry.
"Why don't you turn around. And ... cock out your ass a little."
She happily spun around and pointed her ass at him. "Like this, darling?"
"A little more."
She was bent over and grabbing her ankles by the time he finished directing her. Then he had her reach back and pull her butt cheeks apart to expose herself for him.
"You are ... so hot, woman ..."
She felt his hand on her hips, and she stood back up and stepped away. "Uhm."
"Uhm?"
"Looking, darling. The- the deal was for me to be all naked for you to ... look at. Just look." She was glad he was letting her expose herself to him, for the dollar, and she didn't want to piss him off. But ... touching hadn't been part of the deal.
"Kissing's okay, right?"
"Yeah," she smiled dreamily and nodded. She liked the kissing.
"And I can ... touch your breasts some?"
She thought about it. He HAD already felt them up last Sunday, so it ... wasn't like it was something he hadn't done before. But ... feeling up her tits was sort of a gateway drug to ... more extreme things that she wanted to avoid. And with him down to just one more damned dollar he could use on her (she HOPED he couldn't make more at will!), she ... shook her head no. Maybe ... she might even get him to expend his last damned dollar on just some boob petting?
"Really? I've already touched them the other night. You ... seemed to kinda like it. I can't ...?"
Maybe this was it - maybe she could get him to use the last dollar ... "Uhm, you could ... give me a dollar for it, darling? And then I'd ... almost HAVE to let you feel them up." She tried for an enticing smile, though it felt week.
"I can't ... just ...?"
He started to reach for her, but she covered her breasts with her hands. "If you ... want to make a deal," with his last damned dollar, "we might could ..."
He thought for a minute as she stood there, hands cupping tits, pussy on display.
"Okay," he shrugged finally, then stood and walked back to his room.
"Uhm ... darling?" She was supposed to be on display for him. All night. "Don't you want to ... look at me? All nekkid and all?"
No reply.
Shit! Now she was in the same predicament she was in Sunday night, worried that he might take the damned dollar back - both damned dollars! - if she didn't follow through with her half of the deal!
She needed to salvage this, to recover. So that she could keep the damned dollar. Both the damned dollars.
On a thought, she headed to the kitchen and poured him a cold beer, then walked it back to his room.
"See? There I go again," she entered, "Being a prissy-assed bitch. I am just such a stuck up tight-ass sometimes." She handed him the beer. Then she placed her index finger up by her temple, "Just what are you going to with me, darling? Me and my prudish-assed self?" Then her eyes widened and she raised the finger upright. "I know! You need to smack a little sense into me!" She turned and leaned her ass out toward him. "Go ahead, sweetie. Swat it. My ass. I need it. I really do. Just ... haul off and smack it."
He didn't move, so she bent over to grab her ankles. "Go ahead, swat my naughty heinie. Make me not be such a prude."
Still no reaction.
"Pleeease, darling? I forgot my place. Gawd," she rolled her eyes, "isn't that just like a woman? Swat my heinie and teach me lesson and make me feel all better? Please?"
Swat.
"Ohgodyes! That's right. That's what it needs, baby. That's exactly right. Do it again?" She shook it a little side to side. "Please? I need it."
Swack.
"Nnngghh! Ohgod, darling! That's- that feels ... good." And it ... did. Better than she expected.
His hand set gently on her ass cheek then, and moved around, squeezing.
Shit! That tenderness had her kinda creaming herself.
Swat! Smack! "Ohgod!" she squeaked.
