All characters are over the age of eighteen.
Prologue
A sleepy little town, seemingly lost in time, Hidden Acres was located well off any highway and the only people who seemed to find it were travelers hopelessly lost. The locals were friendly, if standoffish, salt of the earth folks. It had it's uppercrust socialites, blue collar workers and growing families like any other American town, but the people of Hidden Acres were drawn to a way of life modern people would recoil from. The tendrils of this primal force were long and patient. Even those who moved to this idyllic village late in life were eventually brought around, much to their delight.
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Lydia had noticed a change in the way her son, Kyle, had been looking at her. His gaze lingered longer and she caught him more than once staring at her when he thought she wouldn't notice. At first she chalked it up to her imagination. Why would an eighteen year old young man be looking at her, a forty two year old woman? His mother no less! It didn't make sense, but the poor boy was not subtle and after a time she had to admit, he was checking her out.
Her first reaction was a twinge of pity for the shy boy she had raised and then she felt flattered. It gave her a warm feeling she carried the rest of the day when he stole glances at her. Unconsciously she did things to entice his gaze: swaying her hips a bit more, arching her back to push her full breasts out, bending over at the waist. When she realized she had been performing for her son she was embarrassed, but laughed it off as harmless fun.
Realizing that she had caught the eye of her son, a hormone fueled youth, she became aware that she had a similar effect on other young men. At the store she flirted with the boy who bagged her groceries, after church she stood very close to another boy her son's age and 'accidentally' pressed her breasts against his arm as they spoke, and the paperboy got a good look down her loose blouse when she dropped her purse.
Watching their flushed faces as she gave them just the tiniest bit of attention was exhilarating for Lydia and she soon found herself craving their hungry looks upon her body. After a day of innocent teasing her pussy was aching for a good hard fuck and she'd jump her husband in bed. Frank was more than happy the first few times it happened, his suddenly horny wife attacking his dick with a crazed look in her eye, but his libido could not keep up with hers and after a couple of weeks began to complain how much sex she wanted.
Lydia, feeling rejected by her husband's frequent refusals, began to masturbate regularly, something she hadn't done in years. She had come alive under the lustful gazes of the young men she flirted with, but none more so than her son. Kyle was still her favorite target for her innocent teasing and she got the biggest rush by getting a rise out of him. It was a kind of drug for her and she couldn't let it go.
It was so exciting, Lydia decided to push their little game a bit further by buying herself some new lingerie. The sales woman at the store was under the mistaken assumption that Lydia was trying to spice up her marriage and suggested lots of garments that would have seemed scandalous not so long ago. She bought push up bras, garter belts and hosiery, a bustier, and an assortment of panties. The more lace and sheer, the better! She even purchased some new baby doll nighties to top it all off.
At home she tried on all of her new treasures and with each pose in front of her mirror she got hotter and wetter. By the time she was through she couldn't help but slide two fingers into her soaked cunt and rub her clit until she came. When she came down the room was fragrant with the scent of her arousal and wondered if her husband would notice later.
That evening she wore a close fitting blouse and left the top two buttons undone, leaving a tempting view of her cleavage and the hint of her black lace push up bra. She also wore a skirt that went to just above the knee, but had a generous slit and displayed the tops of her thigh high stockings and one of the straps that connected it to the garter belt. Even after jilling off she felt herself become aroused as she thought about her son's reaction.
Kyle didn't disappoint as he came home that evening.
"Hey mom, what's for-" his voice cut off instantly as he turned the corner and took a look at his mother.
Lydia felt her excitement bloom as he stared at her stunned. The feeling of power coursed through her veins and she was drunk on it. A quick glance down showed that his excitement was real and she felt another bubble of erotic delight. Needing more than just a look though, she gave him a sultry smile and then wrapped him up in a hug, pulling him tight against her body.
She could feel the warm lump in his pants as it pressed against her tummy and knew that from his angle, Kyle could get a good view into her top. Her breasts ached as she hoped he was getting a good gander at them. When she broke the hug, Lydia knew that her nipples were hard and were most likely making points in her blouse, but she didn't care, this was too much fun!
Letting Kyle free, she returned to fixing dinner, smiling triumphantly when her son decided to sit at the table and keep her company. Lydia caught glimpses of him adjusting himself when he thought she wasn't looking and his eyes followed her intently wherever she walked. She hadn't commanded a man's attention like this in years and it filled her with a bubbly spirit.
Kyle sat mesmerized as she bent over at the waist peering into the fridge for no reason other than to give her son something to look at. She offered him her whip cream covered finger after she finished prepping the banana cream pie. His eyes were glazed over as she sucked on a finger from her other hand as he licked her finger clean. Her bright red lips were as alluring as a siren's call.
Lydia could feel the wetness of her pussy easily now, wondering how soaked her black lace panties had become. She could detect a faint hint of her arousal in the air and wondered if her son had picked up on it. 'My son smelling my hot cunt,' she thought, sending shivers down her body.
"Are you okay mom?" Kyle asked.
"Never better," she answered huskily.
The moment was interrupted when the front door slammed and they could hear Frank coming into the house. Kyle rushed out of the kitchen to avoid his father and his guilty conscience. When Lydia's husband came in he gave her a long look and then dropped his bag on a chair and his coat over the back. He grabbed a beer and then went back to the living room and plopped down into his easy chair.
"Hello to you too, Frank." Lydia called out, her annoyance obvious.
"Please don't start," he said when she came into the room.
Lydia felt deflated and left him watching the ball game and headed back to their room. Inside she took off her outfit and returned to her normal 'mom' clothes. She wiped the lipstick off her face and fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
Dinner was served in awkward silence, Kyle's face sad and drawn as he looked at her with disappointment. The only conversation she could remember was when her husband was glad 'she was looking normal again.' After that she didn't care what anyone said.
Kyle helped with the dishes, but they didn't speak. Lydia felt silly she had gotten all dressed up, but forced herself to admit that it was foolish. Once the kitchen was clean she retired to her room and laid down. Her son knocked on the bedroom door and she heard it open, but she didn't look up. After a while he must have gone to his own room, she guessed.
Frank came to bed smelling of beer and was quickly asleep with loud snores. Disgusted with him, she got up from the bed and changed out of her sweats and long shirt and into her normal nightgown. It was cotton, plain and utterly devoid of any erotic potential. 'This is your life, accept it,' she told herself.
She gathered up her clothes, intending to take them to the laundry room so that she could start a load first thing in the morning. The blouse, skirt, hose and bra were all there, but she couldn't find the black lace panties. Turning on the bedside lamp, she cast about for it, but it wasn't anywhere to be seen. How could she lose a pair of panties? Worried she would wake Frank, she shut the light off and then headed to the laundry room, the missing underwear in the forefront of her mind.
