This story was supposed to be for the competition, but I didnt finish in time. I would really appreciate comments and feed back on this one and others as I try to improve.
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So, Spring term at University is nearly over.
My name is Steve and I'm coming in to my 21st year on the planet.
I'm studying design and fashion, and if I say so myself, I'm pretty good at it.
The course work was pretty standard stuff designing outfits, mainly female, but also learning about the construction of all types of garment.
I was particularly good at freehand drawing of ideas and outfits. As a sideline from my official studies I would draw up designs for fetishistic ladies underwear. I loved the 50/60s styles of nylons, corset and conical bras.
Of course at uni, you get to meet all types and I was having a fair well drink with a buddy of mine who had very different studies.
Archie was doing a pharmaceutical type degree and spoke about many things that i just didn't understand. We did however share a passion for girls and lingerie!
Archie spotted my sketch pad when it fell open at the coffee bar one day. He snatched it up and said
" Wow! These are great. I'm obviously doing the wrong course.." as he thumbed through my sketches of scantily clad milfs in stockings.
"These all have the same face" he exclaimed. "Who is the wonderful stunning model? I'd want to meet her."
You already have, I thought to myself. When Mother came to collect me at end of the last term!
Of course, my Mother was an unknowing participant in my fantasy drawings. I re created her as my model, because I thought she was the perfect woman. I'd been having unhealthy fantasies about Mother and her luxurious body ever since puberty hit me, but I wasn't about to share that with Archie.
"Er, no one special." I mumbled, " Just made her up from various models."
Now he was asking about my plans for Summer vacation.
Before I could tell him, he started babbling excitedly about a side project he'd been working on.
"It's like a sort of female Viagra." He said. "It's early days yet, but it's basically going to be a cream rubbed on to the pussy and clit and it starts a hormonal reaction that leads to an absolute need to have sex. It's in early trials at the moment but we went down the cream route because, can you imagine the chaos a pill would cause? There'd be men popping them in to ladies drinks left right and centre!
I'd certainly be wanting to pop one in your models drink!"
"Wow!" I said, "that sounds way more exciting than my project to design a warm winter coat."
"Well" Archie said, I have a couple of samples of cream that I have sneaked out, in case you get the chance to try them on that imaginary model of yours over the summer holidays. It's top secret stuff though, you can't tell any one."
"I'm going to have to decline the offer." I said. "Mum and Dad have split and Mum has begged me to go on Summer holiday with her for company. So there's going to be no wild parties and no girls for me. It would be wasted, but I really appreciate the offer and your trust."
Inside my head I was immediately having fantasies about my mother and the cream, but equally quickly dismissing them as impractical. How on earth would I get to smooth cream on Mother's love nest? Pills would have been better I thought.
Archies right of course. I should be off to have a wild summer of parties booze and sex.
Instead, somehow I've ended up agreeing to a three week vacation at an isolated beach resort with Mother. She is still getting over her split with Dad and wants some company.,
Now Mother is a very attractive 45 year old lady if I say so myself.
However, as an only child I had kind of picked up on the gist of their arguments. Especially now I was old enough to understand.
It seemed that in spite of Mother's good looks, stunning figure and lovely dress sense, she just wasn't er, 'horny'. Despite Dads best efforts to try, she was rarely in the mood. In the end, it seems he gave up and had an affair at work. mum found out and that was that.
So, fast forward to our holiday apartment. Lovely place with a balcony overlooking the fairly quiet secluded beach.
I'd managed to get myself a hard on during the second day, as I discovered that the binoculars enabled me to spy on the handful of topless girls on the beach. At 21 years old, that was all I needed for a successful wank spunk pressure release that night in bed.
Next day, I'd sat around the apartment whilst Mother went sunbathing. Drawing yet more fantasy figures featuring Mother in outlandish outfits.
When Mother returned from sunbathing she was complaining about the poor fit of her bikini and the tan marks it was going to leave. Apparently it was gaping at the sides of the bra and pants and she couldn't find one that fitted perfectly.
As I looked at Mother, shivering and goose bumped, she looked great to me, but I could see her point. They were indeed mass produced, gapping, sagging and everyone was a slightly different shape. An idea to make my holiday more interesting was dawning on me.
"Hey Mum, I could fix something up for you. I could make to measure a few bikinis all with different cuts and strap positions. Not only would they be a perfect fit, you be able to mix and match every day to avoid tan lines."
Mother looked at me, straight in the eye. "Oh, so your going to make me one of those filthy sluttish outfits that you have me dressed in your sketch pad! I don't think so!"
I desperately tried to recover my composure. I Shouldn't have left that laying around!
"Oh, er, um, you should be flattered that a young man finds you so attractive as to use you as a model. " I stammered out.
"Well, I might be but you're my son for goodness sake!"
I persisted, "But they're only drawings, no real harm done and besides, if you let me make the bikinis it will help me with my degree. You are the one who has been so insistent that I get one. I've got all my stuff in the back of the car, even some materials."
"Hmmmm, " she said, pondering for a while. "Well, I guess if any man is going to measure me for a bikini, it's safest to be you. OK, let's do it."
I didn't need asking twice. I ran down to the car, fetched my machine, scissors tapes and materials.
I started to measure Mother in her bikini. She was stood in front of me whilst I put the tape around her boobs, shoulders, inside leg, bottom etc. There is always something erotic about a woman slightly shivering with goosebumps and the air con was definitely helping. Her nipples were doing their best to escape the flimsy costume. The sheer closeness of my face and hands to Mothers stunning body had already given me a barely concealable boner under my swimming shorts. I was hoping she hadn't noticed, but I think it may have grazed against her a couple of times.
"OK" I gulped, "That's as much as I can do with it on, I need you to take it off now."
"Oh really?" She said in a disbelieving tone.
"Yes, getting those really close measurements will be the thing that makes it bespoke."
"Well, I'm not so sure, let me sleep on it and we'll carry on tomorrow. In fact, let's have a little night cap and relax now."
Well, I won't pretend I wasn't disappointed, but a drink and then a relaxing solo masturbation session was all I could realistically expect.
