Joe was a younger, hotter version of his dad. Frank was the love of my life, but I was too young to know. I got drunk at a party and cheated on him with one of his friends. I'm not proud of it, but we all make mistakes. After that we split up and he took Joe. I had plenty of guys after him, but none like Frank. Now I'm too old to change for a guy. That's why Joe was perfect for me.
Joe was fresh and free of baggage. He wasn't jaded or divorced with kids on the weekend. He wasn't a woman-hater or secretly pining for someone that broke his heart. He was so excited by my body that he masturbated every night just thinking about it. He wanted me, he had taken me and now I was his.
The only problem was that he didn't seem to realize that. In fact, after the night at the bar, Joe acted as if nothing had happened. He went back to sleeping in his room. I even heard him beating off at night, like he didn't know he could come in my room and have what he wanted. It was like he had fucked me in his sleep and forgotten it ever happened.
But I wasn't going to remind him. I never once mentioned it. I didn't want to be the needy mother who seduces her son out of desperation. It had to be his choice. Of course, I could encourage him.
What makes a guy pick one female and stick with her? I believe the answer lies between her thighs. Love for a guy is when he gets hooked on one girl's pussy. He likes her scent, her taste, the way she fits him, the way it feels when he comes in her, better than all the rest.
So when Joe and I were together, I kept the focus down there. I wore short dresses and mini skirts with thin panties that showed my camel toe. Every night I flashed him and I could see by his jeans he was enjoying the show.
One night, I sat on the sofa, reading a magazine and crossing and uncrossing my legs, like I couldn't get comfortable. I had on a sexy pair of white panties that I bought from a lingerie catalog. They had a sheer gusset, so Joe could see my lips through the material. Joe was pretending to watch television, but he kept sneaking looks up my skirt. He had a bulge in his shorts. I stretched my legs open one last time to give him an extra long flash.
"I'm all hot and sticky," I said, looking in his green eyes, so he could think about what that meant. "I think I'll take a shower."
I went in the bathroom and stripped down to my sheer little panties. Then I caressed my clit. I was horny from flashing Joe and it didn't take me long to have a throbbing orgasm. I dipped the delicate material between my lips and let my juices soak in. Then I took off my panties and showered. When I was done, I called "Goodnight" to Joe and went to my room, leaving my panties on the tile floor.
I heard Joe go in the bathroom. He stayed in there a while. Then he came out and turned off the TV. I heard him go in his room and soon the bed-springs started creaking. His groans of pleasure came through the wall as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and immediately went to the bathroom. My panties were gone. Joe had already left for work, so I entered his room. I instantly got horny being naked in his room. My clit was swollen and I walked around the room rubbing my cunt on his things, getting more and more excited.
Finally, I slid between his warm sheets. I could smell his young body and the scent of fresh cum. I felt around until I found my panties under his pillow. They were wet and sticky. I saw he had ejaculated in the gusset. He had held his squirting cock right against the place where the nylon touched my cunt. That made my clit tingle nicely.
I slipped his pillow between my thighs, closed my eyes and remembered how Joe had mounted me and how good it felt the first time he came in me. I pretended the pillow was Joe riding me like a stallion. I came twice on his pillow case, rubbed my juices all over it and put it back.
This became my morning routine. When Joe left for work, I climbed into his bed and rubbed myself on his pillow. Sometimes his sheets were still damp from an early orgasm and I'd wrap them around me as I touched myself. I wanted Joe to go to sleep each night breathing my perfume.
One night Joe came home with a gift box tied with a pink bow. He didn't notice me as he slipped the box into his room. When we ate that night, I made sure there were candles on the table. I sensed he was going to give me something romantic. We ate our chicken and rice and then he said, "I've got something for you mom, close your eyes."
When he told me to open my eyes, I gasped at the gold-wrapped box on the table.
"Joe!" I said, "That's so sweet of you! What is it?"
He gave me a big smile, "Open it."
I undid the ribbon and slipped off the gold paper. Inside the cardboard box was a pile of dark lacy lingerie.
"OMG!" I laughed, "This is amazing!"
I kissed him on the cheek. Then I turned back to the pile of lingerie.
"Wow!" I said, "There's so much. You must have spent a fortune. I'm not complaining, believe me. It's so nice to have a guy buy me pretty things."
I sifted through the pile and unfolded a long sheer black negligee with a pair of gossamer thin panties. There were two body stockings, one in black mesh and the other in sheer black nylon. There was a corset and a white baby doll and an assortment of sexy panties.
"Why don't you try them on?" Joe said. He looked excited and happy.
"Ok," I said, "What would you like to see first?" He pointed to the sheer negligee.
"Good choice," I said, "wait here. First I'm going to take a bath."
I had a quick bath and shaved. Then I put on the long sheer black negligee with a pair of open-toed black pumps. The negligee was dark and completely sheer. I put on the tiny panties and checked myself in the mirror. My white breasts, pale round ass cheeks and shaved mound were visible through the dark nylon.
I stepped out of the bathroom and walked past Joe, wiggling my ass.
"This is a beautiful negligee Joe," I said, "I love it."
Joe stared at me. The bulge in his pants had grown.
