Chapter 4

The next morning I woke in my mother’s bed with the incredible feeling of my dick nestled between her ass cheeks. Overnight she had spooned into me, and I had draped my arm over her.

I poked my head over to examine my sleeping mother. Her red hair was a tangled mess, but still framed her sleeping face beautifully. I traced my finger down her side, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. I marveled at how the shape of her body curved down, then back up at her lovely hips and ass.

Memories of last night came rushing back. My mom had gone far beyond what she intended in order to build my confidence. She was playing with fire when she came up with her cam idea, and lo and behold she got burned. Though I don’t think she regretted it. Right? There was no way she could have predicted that one of her big spenders would force us into a position of tasting each other. Of bringing each other to orgasm.

As I recalled the night before, I hadn’t even realized that my hand had slipped down to mom’s exposed breast and was kneading her gently.

Mom shifted in response to my touch and I could feel her shimmy and push her ass back.

“Mmm,” she purred gently. Then as she pushed harder on my hard member she said, “Oh,” she said in a surprised but still sleepy voice. She reached back to touch my hard-on, as if she were blinded and needed that to recognize what it was. “Good morning to you both.” She let go of me and took in a deep breath before lifting herself from the bed. She looked down at her body and made a face. “We need to shower this mess off of us.”

My body, still eager for her, pushed me to stand. “Can I join you?” I asked. Despite our apartments small size, we each had our own en suite bathroom and shower. We had guessed that in the past it was meant to be shared by independent roommates.

She smiled. “Sure honey. I’ll get it started.” I watched her ass shake as she made her way to the bathroom. I stretched the sleep off of me as I heard the shower turn on, then got up to join her. It was a bit of a nice feeling to wake up nude and not need to bother with tossing some nighttime clothes in the hamper. I noticed the room still hung heavy with the musk of last night. Mom would have to air it out today.

Mom was already in the shower by the time I got to the bathroom. Her lovely silhouette was distorted by the glass door and I watched her a bit as she ran her hands over her body. Not for too long though, as my cock longed for contact with her.

She looked over her shoulder at me as I entered and gave me a smile. She let me wash her, and found it funny when I would take my time liberally applying soap to her tits and ass. The novelty of her shapeliness had not warn off as I felt her up.

She then offered the same treatment to me and I enjoyed her touch as she ran the loofah over my body. My cock stood out begging to be stroked, and after last night, I kind of expected she might. To my dismay, she just cleaned it gently with the loofah, then bent to move on to my legs. Again, the site of her down on her knees in front of me made me expect her to take me in her mouth. Had I grown so entitled, so fast?

When she stood up, I made a move forward to try and pull her close, but she stiffened. “Sorry Josh, I don’t think we should right now.”

“Oh,” I said, not able to hide looking crestfallen. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.” I backed off to retreat a bit in the smallish shower.

Mom moved forward to me, “No, no. Honey, I don’t want you to feel bad. We will have to talk about last night eventually ... it did go a lot farther than we had planned. But I don’t regret it. The opposite actually. It was so incredible to see my boy show himself to be,” and she stroked my strong arms, “such a man.”

She moved in to hug me, ignoring my cock between us. I put my arms around her to accept the hug. She moved back, not breaking contact. The water ran over our bodies and little puddles formed where we connected.

“It’s just. Last night, before you got home, Candy called me.”

“Candy? What does she have to do with this?” Remembering the night at the strip club, I’m suddenly worried we were in some kind of trouble.

“Well, she said that she really enjoyed her time with you, and wanted another night, with this,” mom said, light holding my cock. “I think she likes the idea that you were so new to everything and wants to ... be your first. I figured you should save up your energy for her. If that’s what you want, of course.”

I laughed and couldn’t help but puff my chest a bit. Someone as hot and as experienced as Candy called to make a special request of me because she loved my cock so much? “Oh wow,” I replied, a bit stunned. “That’s really ... cool honestly. Talk about a confidence boost.”

My mom let go of me, and gave a halfhearted smile back. “Yes, it is. Candy is a beautiful young girl, and she’s wants you. Said she been thinking about you for a bit now.” There was something sad about the way she was saying it. She turned the water off and exited the shower. “So, I’ll give her a call and invite her here tonight, OK? You two can have my room, since she might pick up that you aren’t my nephew if she sees your room.”

I took a towel and exited the shower as well, aware that something was wrong but too dense to realize what it was. “That’s really thoughtful mom. Thank you.” I kissed the top of her head. “You are really the best mom a kid could ask for. I wish I had been open sooner with you about my problem.”

Mom smiled genuinely, though still a bit forlorn, and gave me a hug. “That’s what moms are for.”

She left to her room to get dressed and I went to mine.

By the time I was dressed and got out, mom had left, I assumed to run some errands. On the kitchen table was an envelope filled with cash and a note that read: “Your half of last night’s take. Good work, partner.” She signed it with a heart and a wink. I counted through the cash and was surprised at how much there was. And this was only half! I thought for a bit as I ate breakfast, then grabbed my keys. I knew exactly what to do with it.

I hopped in my car and made my way to the mall. Mom and I had slept in a good bit of the morning away and by the time I got there, the mall was already packed. Soon I found what I was looking for and more than a little sheepishly ducked my way in.

The store smelled lightly perfumed and had very soft lighting. Tables of delicately folded panties and racks of lingerie filled my eyesight. I had no idea where to begin and wandered around, hoping something would catch my eye.

“Josh?” a familiar voice called.

Shit. Of all the people. I turned and quickly put a smile on my face.

“Uh, hi Tina,” I said obviously embarrassed.

She smiled back and had a little look of mischief in her eye. “How can I help you?”

“So I guess this is where you found a job, huh?” Internally I kicked myself. No shit Sherlock. Why else would she have just asked to help?

“Yea, just part-time until summer when I’ll go full time. And I’m working somewhere else for nights.”

“Wow, you keep really busy,” I said, impressed.

“I have to. I am pre-med, so I have to save up for future insane medical school costs.”

“That’s really awesome. I didn’t know you wanted to be a doctor.”

“Yea, I’ve always...”

“Ahem,” someone interrupted from the back. We looked over and an elderly woman who clearly owned the lingerie boutique was looking at Tina and me clearly annoyed.

“Oh, I’m on duty so we can’t chat. How can I help you, sir?” she said in mock formality.

I laughed and didn’t know how exactly to go about it. “Umm, well I am shopping for a gift for someone.”

Tina raised an eyebrow. “Oh, that’s very nice. Who is the lucky girl?”

Fuck. I hadn’t thought about this. She is going to assume I am buying for a girlfriend and think I am taken. And she obviously would never guess I was buying sexy lingerie for my own mother!

“Just a friend,” I said quickly, not sure how else to explain it.

“Josh! I never knew you had it in you,” she said, looking at me with an impressed expression. “Ok stud. Do you know what your friend might like?” She put major emphasis on the word friend.

“It’s not exactly like that...,” I started to protest, but she put a hand up to stop me.

“No need to explain. Let’s just start with her measurements.”

I looked at her dumbly, and she nodded in acknowledgment.

“Of course. We actually have a guide we call the ‘boyfriend guide’ for exactly this scenario,” she said with a laugh.

“She’s not my girl...” I started to protest.

“I know, I know. Its just a name for the guide.”

Tina had me describe my mother’s figure to her, and I had to admit that it was a little arousing to spell out exactly how shapely and full figured my mom was to her.

Tina again had a slight tone in her voice, “Ok, Josh. She sounds like quite the woman.” She flipped through the guide and showed me a drawing of a female nude. “Does this look like her?” she asked.

It was almost as if someone drew my mother and placed her in the catalog. Her shapely body and firm breasts were so spot on I felt a bit exposed in agreeing. As if Tina, who had never met my mother, would put two and two together. “Yea, that’s pretty spot on,” I said. “You’re pretty good at this if you got all that just from a description.”

Tina smiled and winked at me. “I’m a girl of many talents. Just give me a second and I’ll pick some for you to choose between.”

Tina disappeared into the back and left me to stand awkwardly in the store. I perused the various strappy panties and lacy bras until I heard her coming back.

“Follow me,” she said, and escorted me to a more private section of the store that looked like a small lounge adjacent to what must be a dressing room. “Here we go. Which one of these two seems like a good fit for your mystery lady.”

She laid out two sets on a display table lined with soft white linen. She then stood next to me, her arms touching mine, as we examined what she brought.

The one on the right was a simple affair. It was a sheer bra, bordered by frills that seemed to do its best just to accent the beautiful body underneath while staying out of the way. The panties of this set shocked me though. It had matching sheer fabric and lace that were attached to what looked like a set of pearls that from the look of it would go right up mom’s slit and ass crack.

Tina turned her body a bit into mine and took the pearls between her fingers. “I am not sure the kind of girl she is,” she leaned close, “but I can tell you that there is a reason these are very popular.”

Oh my god, she was flirting with me. This would have been the moment for me to shy away, but not anymore. “Oh yea? Maybe someone should make sure you have a pair.”

She looked up into my eyes. “Oh I do. And these pearls feel amazing throughout the day. A little thrill no one else knows about, until later of course.” I looked down at her, she stared up at me with a sultry look in her eyes. Then just ask quickly, it was gone and she turned back to the table.

“Or this one, which is a bit more involved but gives its own kinds of thrills.”

This was a very sexy, black, lacy bra that clasped in the middle with a small white bow, then up again at the shoulders with small bows. The fabric, while not see through, was almost so owing to the holes from the doily like fabric. The panties were the same design, with a small but not tiny triangle that was held in place by two lacy straps, again topped with a delicate bow. She turned it over, and I could see that the panties string would cover none of my mom’s ass at all.

Tina fingered the material. “This one also comes with a garter in a matching pattern.”

I tried to imagine mom walking out of her closet in just this, and how fun it would be to untie all those bows ... but somehow I couldn’t’ figure out the garter portion.

I held it up, the confusion clearly on my face. “How exactly does this one work?”

Tina began to explain, showing me the leg loops, but then we heard shuffling behind us. I turned, a bit startled, honestly forgetting she and I weren’t alone. The older matron of the store was standing in the curtain of the back area holding the same set of lingerie, but obviously a smaller size.

“Tina, why don’t you head to the back and try it on for our customer,” the old woman said.

“Oh, but I can explain, and I think he...” Tina started to protest suddenly embarrassed.

“I had explained that this was a very important part of the job and one of the reasons I hire beautiful young things such as yourself,” she said as she stepped forward and pressed the lingerie into Tina’s hands. “Sometimes our customers need a bit of help seeing how it will look and move on a body. Now go and make your sure you customer is happy!” she commanded.

Tina looked to me, and I just shrugged and smiled back at her. “It would help a little to see how it all works,” I said a little teasingly.

Tina smirked a bit, which I was thankful for. I had no idea if I was going too far or not. “Anything for my customer,” she said and disappeared into the dressing room portion.

“Have a seat while you wait, young man,” the old woman said. She then chuckled a bit, adding, “and take your time examining the merchandise. That little one needs to get used to how demanding customers can be sometimes.” She didn’t even look over to me to see my shocked expression before she left and closed the curtains tight.

Jesus. Was that old broad horny, sadistic or both? After what seemed like an eternity, Tina emerged from the dressing room and my jaw almost hit the floor. The lingerie fit Tina’s tiny frame perfectly. Her tits were much smaller than my mom’s, probably a B-cup, so the lingerie pushed her up every so slightly without making it look ill-fitting. The doily aspect to the fabric made it seem like if she just turned the right way I would be able to see hints of her nipples. While the one she showed me for my “friend” was black, the store matron had opted for the white, and I understood why. Her tanned skin stood in beautiful contrast to the whiteness in a way my mother’s pale skin will to the black. The panties of the lingerie covered her mound but the strappy sides left enough open to put your imagination into overdrive. The little bows that were used to tie sections up added an additional layer of innocence to it all as well.

Then there was the garter-belt. It started up just above her navel and draped down towards her pussy. Tiny lines led down to the leg loops that accented her toned thighs. Despite it covering more skin than if it weren’t there, it served to frame her lightly muscled stomach and alluring sex so well while also drawing attention to other details of her body.

She walked towards me, and gave a bit of a spin. As she did so, I got a glimpse of the string up her small but firm ass. She stopped a few inches away from me and held her arms out to the sides.

“So? What does the customer think?”

I was basically drooling but I tried to keep up my confidence. “I think I might need you to spin around again.”

Tina smiled and turned, this time more slowly, letting her hands trace the lines of her body as she did so.

“Would the gentleman like to take a closer look? You know ... to help you decide?”

I stood up and took a half step forward as we were already so close. “It’s really beautifully done,” I said.