Everyone knows that life is a journey with many stops along the way ... when you look back on your life some things are funny, some things are sad and some things are the very last thing you ever expected to happen and this is the story of one of those unexpected events.
My name is Sharon Williamson and I am a 38-year-old married woman with a 21-year-old stepson, Brian. I married my husband Phil when I was 18 and he was 31 and our wedding took place less than a year after his first wife had died during childbirth. At the time Phil had a nine-month-old son (Brian) and I guess he was looking for someone to help him raise the child while he developed his career in the insurance industry. Phil was, and remains, a very successful salesman and he quickly moved up in the hierarchy of his company and because of that success Brian and I have never wanted for much of anything ... we live in a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood and have always had the money to do what we wanted. I have always had a car that was never more than a couple of years old and money to spend and when Brian turned 16 and got his driver's license his father bought him a beautiful new Ford Mustang. Even though Brian is technically my stepson and I have never treated him as anything less than my own son and he has always called me mom.
In retrospect the only thing that could have improved my life with Phil would have been if he cared just a little bit more about us and our sex life. I was a virgin when I married Phil and always thought that I was a good lover and sex partner although I had nothing that I could use to gauge my success other than I always did whatever Phil wanted me to do — anything he asked was fine with me. Now, after years of talking and listening to other women discuss their marriages I realized that Phil was never a great lover but he was certainly more than adequate and for the longest time we had sex at least twice a week but for the last couple of years even that is gone. At 51 Phil works 60 plus hours a week at the office and has recently taken up a serious interest in the game of golf and now he seems to be gone all of the time. I only wish he would apply the same intensity he has to his job and golf to our love life, if he did the unexpected event described below would have certainly never happened.
Now to the plot - enter my new daughter-in-law Denise!
My son Brian and his wife Denise were married a little over eight months ago and although Phil and I were happy for both of them I always had some reservations about Denise. I couldn't put my finger on what bothered me ... maybe it was the way she dressed, her clothes were just a little bit too slutty for my tastes or maybe it was her sexy demeanor, she always seemed to be hitting on every man around her including my husband! Denise is a beautiful, young 20 year old with a body that any woman would kill for, she is tall, blonde with pert breasts and an ass to die for and she definitely knows how to show off her body to its best advantage. Still, I knew that she loved Brian and that Brian loved her in the end that was good enough for me!
My downward spiral as a wife and mother started on a sunny summer Tuesday afternoon. Phil was out of town for a weeklong insurance conference in Baltimore and I had invited Denise and Brian over for dinner that evening. I had just stepped out of the shower when the phone rang and it was Denise and she wanted to know if I would go shopping with her that afternoon. I had nothing better to do so I agreed and I dressed and picked up Denise at her apartment and we drove down to the mall. We shopped for hours picking out some new blouses and matching skirts, a couple of dresses and, against my better judgment; she even talked me into buying some new bras and panties at Victoria's Secret. I wasn't sure that I would like the push up bra's and thong panties but decided to give them a try anyway. When we finally ended our shopping spree we put all the bags in the back seat of my SUV and drove back to my house.
Once we were home Denise suggested that we go ahead and try on some of our purchases and see how we liked them. Not thinking that this was unusual we grabbed our bags and headed up to my bedroom where we had enough space to try on everything. We both quickly stripped down to our underwear and started trying on clothes. As I changed from one dress into a new blouse I noticed that Denise seemed to be paying quite a bit of attention to my body and although having her look at me made me a little uncomfortable it didn't seem out of the ordinary ... for her at least. I had just finished modeling a new blouse for her then I removed it and was standing there in just my panties and bra.
"Mom?" Denise said.
"Yes honey." She was shaking her head at me like I had done something wrong.
"Well I know that you picked out some new underwear today but you really need to get rid of those old awful bras and panties; they don't show off your body to its best advantage. I mean you really have a lovely body especially for someone your age."
For someone my 'age' I thought ... gee, thanks kid! "Look honey, it was obvious by the way you pushed me into selecting the bras and panties that you don't like my choice in underclothes but I've been wearing this style for years and Phil has never complained." She looked at me for a minute and started to say something then hesitated, started to say something again and then stopped and turned away from me. Confused I asked, "What?" She turned and looked at me.
"I know you like them mom, that's not the point. I mean I understand that you're comfortable in granny panties and plain bras but you'll never attract a man's attention like that!"
To say I was shocked would have been an understatement! "Well young lady, in case you have forgotten, I'm a married woman and I'm not trying to attract another man's attention ... and beside no one but Phil has seen me undressed anyway so what's the big deal?" I saw her shaking her head and smiling.
"Mom, I'm not trying to get you to look good for another man I'm just trying to make you a little sexier for Phil. Brian has told me all about your sex life or more accurately your total lack of a sex life and I thought maybe I could help you fix it, that's all, I'm sorry if I interfered."
Once again my daughter-in-law had shocked me! "Brian told you WHAT?" I said a little too loudly. Denise put her arm around my shoulder and led me over to the bed and we sat down.
"Mom, Brian isn't stupid and he's not a child any more. He's heard you and dad arguing about sex for years now and he's even heard you pleading for Phil to have sex with you. God mom, it hurts him so much to hear you beg for sex, he knows that you deserve better. Anyway we've talked about it and ... well I don't think that you have any idea how much Brian loves you, really loves you I mean..."
I turned and looked at her and felt the tears welling up in my eyes and I began to cry. "I know Brian loves me Denise, God knows I do, but the sex thing is bad, really bad! Phil and I have somehow just grown apart and ... well I can't seem to get him interested in me anymore and ... oh God honey I just don't know what to do?" I felt her hand rubbing my shoulders and at that moment just the simple touch of another human being was very comforting. Then, out of nowhere, Denise bounced up from the bed.
"Hey, I've got an idea ... lets try on some of your new bras and panties, I'll bet this will just be the thing to make you feel better ... I know that when I put on a new set of sexy underwear I feel just great. Come on mom, let's give it a try."
She helped me up and I reached behind me and started to unsnap my bra. I had never been particularly uncomfortable at being nude in front of another woman, after all I work out regularly and showered in the gym ... and this was just my daughter-in-law. I never thought that I had a spectacularly body but I wasn't an old slouch either. My legs weren't as long as Denise's and I sure didn't have her ass but I was five-six and a slim hundred and nineteen with a 34c bust and not a lot of sag either! I unsnapped my bra and let it slip down my shoulders and off. I rubbed my breasts from the places my bra straps cinched too tight. I noticed that Denise seemed to be staring at my breasts, and then she just blurted out.
"Jesus mom, you have great breasts!" She said.
I looked down at myself and cupped my breasts. "You really think so?" I asked.
"God yes! What size bra do you wear?
"Well for your size you have hardly any sag at all and look at those nipples, they're beautiful! Jesus mom, they have to be a half an inch long!"
Denise moved closer to me and then surprised me again when she reached up and moved my hand and cupped my left breast in her palm and then tweaking my nipple with her thumb. I felt myself getting aroused and gently removed her hand from my breast. "Please honey, don't..." Without acknowledging what I had just said she just stopped, brightened and reached over and picked up a pair of the thongs I had purchased.
"Here, try these on!" She said.
.... There is more of this story ...