Mommy's Stuck
Summary:
A Mom gets stuck under her bed, is discovered by her son and...
Note 1:
This story is based on the silly plot of a woman getting stuck and needing a rescue... with strings. It's a pretty short story for me... so any of you who complain that mine are too long, hopefully you'll like this one.
Note 2:
This is a NUDE DAY 2022 Contest story so please vote. Of course, the story doesn't take place on NUDE DAY, but the action occurs because of nudity.
Note 3:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing.
Mommy's Stuck
Mandy was getting ready to attend a gala. This was her first major outing since her husband James had passed... during COVID... although from a heart attack, not COVID... like everyone assumed. Since she rarely got dolled up recently, she was going all out.
She'd gotten an almost full Brazilian yesterday, since because of her bright red bush, at least a narrow landing strip was a must... at the urging of her sister Heather, who said she had to get back out there... at only 44, she had to move on... James would want her to.
Mandy bought herself a new red dress that showcased her firm tits and great ass... having stayed in amazing shape, and had even lost the last of her baby-carrying weight (which she'd held onto for almost twenty years) during the two years the world had shut down.
Bowing to Heather 's influence, she'd even bought some new lingerie... her sister frequently urging her always to be ready just in case she ended up in a promising situation. Truth be told, Mandy wasn't sure she was ready to get back out there, nor was she expecting to hook up with anyone tonight or in the near future, but she did enjoy dressing up... James had always loved seeing her in sexy lingerie... garter-belts and stockings really driving him wild... so donning sexy lingerie underneath her short, sexy (but sophisticated) dress was a bit of a rush. She felt particularly naughty when she decided to go commando tonight, and she reminded herself she'd need to be careful not to inadvertently present any X-rated displays.
Mandy put on the garter-belt and carefully slid the silky sheer mocha stockings with the sexy seams down the back (James had loved the seams as well as the Cuban heels), and examined herself in the mirror. She had to admit she looked pretty amazing! Her 34B tits were still firm. Her trim figure was back to her early twenties, and her legs looked amazing in the dark mocha shade... her favourite shade, since it was as close as she ever came to showing off a good tan, since she burned so damn easy... the only drawback of being a redhead.
She examined at her ring finger. Particularly her ring... her wedding ring. Which she hadn't removed since her husband's tragic passing. She stared at it for a full minute, perhaps two, before she slowly and ceremoniously removed it.
But it slipped past her fingers, ricocheted off the linoleum floor, and rolled under her bed.
Mandy sighed. "Fuck!"
She got down on the floor and crawled under her bed, reaching for the ring. Luckily it was just within her reach. She clutched it between her fingers and slowly pulled her hand back.
Once she could reach it with both hands, she slid it back onto her finger, taking this misstep as a sign that she shouldn't stop wearing it yet, and went to continue backwards from under the bed. But then she realized she was stuck. Her pearl necklace, the last gift James had ever given her, had caught on something in the bedsprings. It was very special to her, so no way did she want to damage it!
She cursed rather loudly, "Mother fucker!"
Her son Blair was just down the hallway in his bedroom when he heard his Mom curse, and it was an odd curse, since Blair would love to become a literal mother fucker. His Mom was his number one stroke fantasy... in his opinion she'd always been hot, but she'd become amazingly so since the outbreak of COVID. Her habitually wearing nylons every day added fuel to his number one fetish.
He went silently down the hall to his Mom's room, the door slightly ajar, and peeked inside. His eyes went wide when he saw the last thing he could have expected... his Mom's amazing ass was bent over, with her pussy (and red landing strip) within full view.
Mandy sighed. Her son was home, but she didn't want to call out to him, since he would then arrive to find her in a very awkward (and exposed!) position. Yet she couldn't just remain here partway under her bed all night!
Blair pulled out his phone as he quietly tiptoed into his Mom's room. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't resist. He snapped a couple pictures from just inside the doorway.
His cock hardened in a heartbeat, and he quietly pulled down his swimming trunks (which was all he was wearing, since he'd just come out of the backyard pool), and so here he was, gloriously naked (but not afraid) inside his Mom's bedroom.
Blair still knew it was wrong... so damn wrong... but regardless, he shifted the camera to video and began filming as he slowly stroked his cock.
Mandy knew it would be terribly embarrassing, but she had no other choice, so she called out, "Blair!"
Blair kept silently and slowly stroking his cock as he admired his Mom's ass... his Mom's pussy... and the mocha soles of his Mom's stocking-clad feet.
Mandy, becoming very impatient, tried to wriggle herself out ever so cautiously... wiggling her ass... twisting her body back and forth... unaware that she was putting on a terrific show for her nineteen-year-old college son.
"Jesus," Blair whispered to himself, as his Mom flexed her ass around in a sensual way.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mandy cursed, still stuck.
Blair, admiring the sexy seams up the back of his Mom's legs, took a deep breath, snuck out of the room and called back in from the hallway, "Are you okay, Mom?"
"Thank God," Mandy muttered to herself.
"Oh my," Blair said, acting surprised as he re-entered the room. "Oh dear, you're
not
okay, are you, Mom?"
"Blair, I'm stuck," the Mom said, humiliated to be caught half naked by her son, and frustrated at being stuck.
"Oh," Blair said, as he moved closer, moving a little closer as he kept filming his Mom... his eyes moving from her ass to the soles of her feet, to her pussy... her mostly shaved pussy... to her entire perfect pose.
"Call your Aunt Heather," Mandy said.
"Okay," Blair said, but actually he got right behind his Mom, then knelt down to film a closeup of her amazing ass and her even-better-than-shaved pussy.
"Hurry," Mandy urged, mortified to be stuck in such a predicament.
"Okay," Blair said as he bent down to admire his Mom's pussy from just inches away, instead of calling his aunt like he said he'd do. He set his phone on its side to continue filming.
To Mandy it sounded like her son's voice was much closer to her now... and then she felt a hot little breath on her thigh. Her eyes went wide. Was her son crouching right behind her so he could perv? "Blair?" she asked tentatively.
Blair froze. He knew he'd probably out himself if he didn't answer, but he was so transfixed by this view of his Mom's ass and pussy... that he couldn't speak.
"Blair?" she repeated.
"Yes?" Blair asked, carefully advancing his hands along the floor as he inched even closer to her pussy.
"What are you doing?"
"Your pussy is so pretty," Blair crooned dreamily, his lips and tongue now only a couple of inches away from it.
"Blair, I can feel your breath on my privates! So stop whatever you're doing, and phone your Aunt Heather so she can come and rescue me," Mandy ordered sternly. But unfortunately, feeling his breath on her pussy was making her tremble ever so slightly. So if she ignored the moral issues being compromised here... which she definitely mustn't do... his grossly inappropriate attentions weren't