Author's note: Chapter 2 deals extensively with crossdressing. So if that is not something you enjoy, you might want to skip this one.
It Runs in the Family
Chapter 2- Friday
Sheila
slept in rather late the next morning. She briefly awakened when Les got up to go to work. She remembered him bending over her and kissing her goodbye.
"Well looks like this could be an interesting night," he said.
"I think it will be," she replied.
He reached down and traced a finger around one of her nipples. Sheila had not bothered to put any clothes back on. It had been well after midnight by the time she got to sleep, quite exhausted from all the previous day's excitement. When Les left, she dozed off again. When she once again opened her eyes it was after nine.
Throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt she headed downstairs, curious as to the whereabouts of her son. The house was silent, and when she got to the refrigerator she saw that Marc had scribbled on the whiteboard that he had gone for a run. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and got some fruit and sat down at the breakfast table, turning on the television, idly watching the Weather Channel. It looked to be another warm day with little chance of rain, with highs in the mid 90's. As she sat and ate, she began to formulate the other half of her plan. If things went according to plan, Les was in for a more interesting night than he imagined. Now she just had to arrange the rest of her fantasy. There was also an entire day to think of. She had several lustful ideas in her head, but she would have to wait for Marc to get home to put any of them into practice.
Marc was still not home when she had finished with breakfast, so she threw some dishes in the dishwasher then headed upstairs and changed into a pair of tight jeans and one of her white lacy bras, which she covered with a pink tank that accentuated her cleavage quite well and left little doubt about the shape of her hard nipples. She also slipped into a pair of platform clogs which did for her ass what the plunging front did for her breasts. By the time she finished dressing, she heard the garage door open and close and knew Marc had returned from his run.
When she descended the stairs, she found him in the kitchen, shirtless and quite sweaty, a big glass of ice water in his hand from which he was taking large swigs. The clinking of her clogs alerted Marc to her presence as soon as she hit the tile floor at the base of the stairs. She was watching his face closely as she entered the kitchen, looking for signs of how he felt. From the smile, and the way he was already staring at her chest, she suspected he was not having any misgivings about what had gone on the previous day.
"Have a good run, Son?" she asked.
"Really good. I did nearly six miles."
Sheila smiled, sat down at the breakfast table, admiring his almost hairless chest and flat abs. Already she was having to exercise some control to keep from ravishing him then and there in the kitchen. But there was much to be done that day. She took a deep breath and began to implement her plan.
"Well I talked to your father last night," she said, jumping right into it.
Marc's smile faded a bit. He took another drink of water then set the glass down on the counter, then leaned against it, as if he might need some support.
"So how did it go?"
Sheila leaned forward over the table a bit, staring her son in the eyes, a reassuring smile on her face.
"It went fine. Your father was not upset at all."
She could see him visibly exhale.
That's good," he said. But he remained where he was. He knew there would be more to it than that.
"In fact," she continued, "he only had two requests."
Marc looked a little nervous again now. She continued to smile and motioned for him to come sit down with her at the table. When Marc was seated, she continued.
"First of all, we both agree, that you have to stay out of our room."
Marc nodded, the smile completely gone now, his head dipped a little bit. He had sort of been expecting that.
"But," she quickly added, "we both have no problem with you wearing women's lingerie."
Now Marc's gaze returned to his mother's face. "Uh, okay," he said. She could tell the wheels were turning then. She suspected this was not something he had expected. "In fact," she continued, "your father suggested that perhaps the two of us should go shopping for some today."
Her son squirmed a bit. "I don't know Mom. Don't you think people would stare at me in a women's lingerie department?"
"How have you been getting them up to now."
Marc smiled sheepishly at his mother. "Online, mostly."
Sheila nodded. She should have known Marc was too shy to buy it in a real store.
She leaned forward even more, her breasts almost spilling out of her top. "No one would think anything of it if you were with your sexy Mom. Especially if you acted a little bored, like you were being forced to do it."
Marc thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, I guess that's true."
Sheila sat up straight once more. "Then it's settled. You go get cleaned up and we'll head down to the mall, then come home and have a little lunch."
Marc nodded. He noticed some twitching going on in his groin. He stood up, was about to head to his room, then stopped.
"What was the other thing?" he asked, suddenly remembering.
"He wants to see you all dressed up."
