Author Heyall has written an anthology of tales entitled "Lingerie Moms: The Collection" which inspired this story. You should check it out. I have used the plot device with Heyall's permission.
As well, author MaryAnderson did their own take on this, which inspired this dive, emphasizing my top all time fetish, nylon stockings.
I welcome your ratings and comments.
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She hadn't lived forty-two years to have to deal with this.
Jennifer Boudreau lay in bed, pondering the man/wimp/jerk/slob who had just done himself inside her: that was all it was. He pretty much just jacked off in her pussy. True enough, he wasn't all those things. He had just become the manifestation of every dissatisfying encounter Jennifer had had over the years.
As he snored, she crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She decided to just get her clothes on and leave. Thankfully she hadn't left her phone number with the guy.
When she arrived home, she crawled into bed feeling the need to cleanse herself of that soul-staining encounter. She drifted to a void occupied by her and some faceless man. Even though he was clearly selfish, it was a holistic selfish. He wanted all of her and knew what to do to draw her out and make her crave him.
She fell asleep, curled up with her fingers still inside her pussy.
She didn't feel so empty in the morning, barely remembering the encounter she ran from. But she was thirsty and pulled on a short robe to go get a glass of juice. Leaving her room, she noticed that Andrew's bedroom door was open. He must not have come home last night.
At that moment, she heard the sputtering of their lawnmower. It needed fixing and took a lot to get that thing going. It was so good that Andrew just took care of those chores though. It made her feel looked after.
As she was in the fridge, she bent over to forage for something quick to eat.
"It's hot already. I need a bottle of water. I wish I could turn this mower off but it's such a bitch to start," Andrew complained to himself.
He walked in the patio door then to the kitchen.
"Holy shit!" he thought, stopping dead in his tracks. There his mother was, bent over rummaging through the fridge.
She was curvy and thick. Not BBW-thick, mind you, but with ample tits (
"mothers don't have tits, you pervert!"
), broad hips and round ass (
"watch your mouth!"
), and very shapely legs with stocking-filling thighs (
"your last warning!"
).
Most shocking to Andrew was that her robe rode up over her bottom and the mound of her pussy pressed out from between her thighs. In a brief flash, he was overcome with the image of him grasping her hips and thrusting his cock inside her. And then, in a flash he purged the image. He quickly composed himself, and knocked on the counter to get her attention.
"What was that?" Jennifer jumped, only to see her son standing behind her in the kitchen.
"Oh honey, I'm so embarrassed! I thought you were outside. I should be more careful what I wear."
"That's fine, mom. Don't worry. I'll try not to sneak up on you. I just need some water."
Jennifer gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning and thank you for mowing the lawn. I like that I don't have to nag you."
"You're welcome, mom. And put some pants on before I come in again," he chuckled.
"Yes, sir!" It kind of felt good being told what to do.
While Andrew was going out with his friend Jacob and some others that night, Jennifer had no plans. After the previous night's episode, she decided to stay in for some personal time. Andrew came to his mom to say goodbye before leaving.
"You're not going out like that!" Jennifer declared.
"What? Is my skirt too short?" Andrew teased back.
"That shirt is a mess. At very least, it needs to be ironed and you have better ones anyway."
"Aw, mom. It's my life."
"No. Let's see what else you have."
"Yes, mother."
They went to his room and rooted through the closet. Jennifer picked a brighter shirt, but it still needed pressing.
"Quick. Get the iron and board. You'll have this done in a flash."
Andrew rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He came back, plugged in the iron before setting up the ironing board, and immediately started on the shirt.
"Now you're just being silly. You have to wait for it to heat up."
He gave it about thirty seconds and haphazardly started in.
"Honey, have you never done this before? Let me show you."
She came behind him, taking the iron in one hand and smoothing the fabric with the other. Andrew couldn't go anywhere but watch and learn. Feeling his mother's large breasts against his back was a weird consolation for his confinement. As she moved behind him, it was making him uncomfortable, like a reverse lap dance. She did get it done quickly though, handed him his shirt and sent him on his way.
"That looks much better. I'll take care of this stuff. You go have fun."
"Thanks mom. Have a good night," he replied, kissing her cheek.
Jennifer decided to take out a bottle of wine and put on a movie. The events of last night kept coming back to her. All of that dissatisfaction was becoming too much work for her, definitely not worth it. After her husband's death eight years earlier, she had rolled into her responsibilities as a mom. After Andrew graduated high school, she decided to let her hair down and start dating again. It was exciting at first and even for a good long while. Eventually, it started to become the same old, never meeting anyone whose attention she wanted to captivate.
