Chapter 11: Turning Point

The two of them went from store to store. Each time John would tell the sales clerks the same thing, and each time Janice would be told what ever she wanted to hear.

"John? What do you think of this one?" Janice held up a bright blue nylon tube top for her son's inspection.

"Oh yeah, that a definite yes. That will go great with the black biking shorts you bought at Macy's." John just stood back and watched as his mom went around buying skimpy tight fitting clothes for her self. He no longer had to try and convince her to get anything. Thanks to his little talks with the clerks, they ended up telling Janice she looked great in anything she tried on. Janice was convinced that squeezing her aging body into the tight fitting clothes made her look young and beautiful. Actually they made her look cheap and pathetic. She looked exactly like what she was. A middle aged woman so desperate for one last fling, that she was willing to throw her dignity out the window to get it.

Janice placed the top in the growing pile of other clothes she and John had selected. She felt better than she had in years. She felt young and attractive once more. It was like waking up and having all her dreams come true. She had a man who desired her, a wonderful caring son who loved her, and a second chance at being young. Nothing could bring her down from the high she was feeling... or so she thought.

John looked at his watch. He had been planing this day very carefully. Things were working out better than he could have hoped. If things went smoothly, he should have his mom begging him for attention... any attention.

"Mom it's getting late. You promised we wouldn't spend all day shopping, remember?'

"Oh," Janice looked at her watch. "Oh I'm sorry John, you're right. I guess I just got carried away. I'll just buy these things and then we can go."

John watched her wiggle over to the sales counter. "Mom sure has a nice ass," he thought. "Can't wait to slip my dick up in it. I bet it's butter soft up inside that crack of hers. She's a moaner too, I just know it. She looks like she's really loud when she gets going." John daydreamed about all the things he was going to get a chance to do with his mom as he watched her pay for her clothes.

"Well I'm all ready." Janice stood before her son with her arms full of bags. I have to drop something off downtown, but I'll stop by the house first and let you off. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, sure mom."

Janice smiled down at her son. He had been patiently waiting while she had spent most of the morning shopping for her new wardrobe. "I've got to do something special for my little man," she thought. "John deserves something nice for all the help he's given me over the last few weeks."

As Janice and her son walked away from yet another mall, she could feel all the eyes of the men on her. It had been a long time since anyone had paid much attention to her, and she was loving every second of it...

Janice hummed happily to herself as she and John drove home. She couldn't wait to try on all her new outfits and pose for tons of pictures for her mystery man. She just knew he would love all the new sexy clothes she had. Her revery was broken as she heard John talking to her...

"You must be the prettiest mom in the world." he said as he turned in his seat to look at her.

Janice blushed, "Why thank you John. What a nice thing to say."

"No really mom, I mean it. I bet there isn't another mom around that has a nicer set of tits than you do."

The smile fell from Janice's face almost immediately. "Wh... What did you just say!"

"I said you've got a nice set of tits. They sure are big to mom. Nice and REALLY BIG. You've very pretty" John just smiled at her innocently as if sons often talked about their mother like he was.

"I BEG YOUR PARDON YOUNG MAN!" Janice slipped easily back into the role of mother at hearing her son's words. "How dare you speak to me that way!" Janice had no idea what had gotten into her son. He'd never spoken to her like that before. She wasn't sure how to react.

"I meant it as a compliment mom... really I did. No need to get all mad and stuff." John tried to act hurt at being reprimanded. He knew she would balk at hearing him talk about her like that. He had hoped for it as a matter of fact.

"Compliment? COMPLIMENT! Telling your mother that she's got nice big tits is not a compliment young man! I ought to wash your mouth out with soap for speaking like that." Janice forgot all about needing her son's help. All she could think about was that her precious little boy had just made a lewd comment about her breasts.

"Well then FINE!" I'm sorry I ever said anything!" John turned from his mom in the car. He had to or she would have seen the big shit eating grin on his face. It was going down like clock work. She was acting just like he knew she would.

Janice was in a bit of shock."What the hell has gotten into that kid?" she thought. "John has always been so respectful... so helpful. I can't believe he would just... just... " Janice froze as that thought ran through her mind. She had yelled at him without considering the consequences. She NEEDED him. Needed his help "Dam! I'm in it now." Janice bit her lower lip and glanced over at her son. He was still sitting with his back to her.

" Why did he have to say that anyway?" She thought. "Of all the things a son can say to his mom... why that?

"You know why, a small voice inside her mind said back to her. Look at your self... Look at how your dressed for God sakes!"

Janice looked down at herself as she drove. The swell of her large breasts was for the most part hidden below her loose blouse, but every bump in the road reminded her of the fact that she hadn't worn a bra that day.

"Well he's the one that didn't put a bra out for me this morning." Janice argued with herself.

"God, are you listening to what your saying! You're saying it's your son's fault that he made a comment about your tits, because HE didn't put out a bra for you!?! My God woman your 37, you're his mother and you've been walking around shaking those udders of yours at him every chance you get. What did you expect from him. You want to blame an adolescent boy for noticing a set of tits you've been shaking in his face and rubbing against him every chance you got. DO you know how pathetic that sounds?!"

Janice took another quick glance over at her son as these thoughts raced through her mind. "It really isn't his fault... I'm the one who asked him to help me with my exercise, then end up wearing practically nothing to bounce around in front of him in. I'm the one who asked him to choose what I worn today. I'm the one who was grinding my body against the poor boy... " Janice stopped as guilt washed over her. She had paraded around in front of her adolescent son for the past few weeks. Rubbed her self up against him so lewdly in the kitchen this morning. Then gave him his stack of playboys back and told him looking at such things was ok. Is it any wonder the boy said what he did.

"He was just trying to say how nice I looked in my new clothes and I barked at him... I... I had no right to... " She stopped and looked over at John.

"John... John honey I'm sorry. It's just that son's shouldn't say such things to their mothers. Do you understand honey"

John understood all to well. He knew his mom. She had an over developed sense of guilt. That combined with her lack of sleep made her as easy to read as an open book. He didn't look over at her. He just let her speak.

"John? Come on John... please don't be that way. I said I was sorry." Janice felt terrible at that moment. Just a few minutes ago she had felt like she was on top of the world... now she felt like a first class heel. "I know... How about we go out to a movie? How about that?"

"John... ?"

The rest of the trip was silence...

Janice watched as her son got out of the car and headed straight for the house without offering to help her with her packages. She couldn't blame him for hating her at that moment. She hadn't been much of a mother to him lately... then all of a sudden she had to get on her high horse about some silly comment he had made about her tits. "Serves me right", she thought. Serves me right..."

John raced up stairs to get things ready. He didn't think his mom would try and use his computer as bad as she was feeling at the moment... but just in case, he had to be ready. Quickly he sat down and began to type out a message for his future Slut.

Janice placed the packages down on her bed. Suddenly she wasn't so thrilled about trying on any of the new clothes. She felt horrible. She sighed and picked up the bag with the video tape in it and closed the door of her bedroom behind her. She paused at the top of the stairs. She debated for a moment then headed towards her son's room.

[Knock knock] John? John I just wanted to say I was sorry again... and... and well... " Janice swallowed hard and forced the words out of her mouth. "Thank you for saying mommy has nice tits. I appreciate you saying so John... Really." She waited for a reply. Sadly she didn't hear one. Turning to leave she was almost about to cry when she heard...

"Your welcome..."

A smile cracked Janice's face. Once again her son had been able to accept her... forgive her. He never seemed to hold anything against her for long. Even her e-mail man had not been able to do that. As she left the house and got into the car her spirits were starting to rise again. She giggled slightly and said... "My son thinks I have nice tits... " She paused, "nice BIG tits... how cute."

All the parking spaces close to the shop were taken. Being the weekend, the small shop had it's usually full load of customers. She parked a few blocks down and decided it would be easier just to walk.

"Hey baby... How much?"

Janice looked over at the small silver car as it pulled up and the window rolled down to reveal a greasy looking man behind the wheel.

"What?"

"How much hot stuff?"

""How much for what?" Janice looked at the strange little man with confusion.

"Geez! How much for a blow job babe? God you ain't to swift are ya? That's ok though. The less brain in that head of yours... the more room for my dick in that sweet mouth... hehehe"

"WHAT! I'm NOT a hooker you sleazy sick little man!" Janice was practically yelling at him.

He looked around nervously, afraid that Janice's shouting would attract a cop.

"How DARE you even suggest such a thing. I'll have you know I'm a well respected member of this community!"

"Dressed like that you could have fooled me" was all he said as he sped off before she could say anything else.

"What was THAT suppose to mean?!"she yelled after him. Janice felt outraged as she stood there on the street. "How dare he suggest that I'm a... a hooker. Where does he get off saying such a thing." Janice caught the reflection of herself in a store window just then. She saw the way her blouse came down just below the top of her form fitting shorts. With out her bra, her nipples poked out against the thin material and were very obvious. The shorts themselves cupped her ass and pussy tightly, but because they were so short a generous amount of her ass cheeks spilled out beneath them.

"Oh my GOD, I do look like a hooker." Janice was suddenly very self conscious about the way she was dressed. Why hadn't anyone told her the clothes made her look cheap? "John wouldn't let me go out looking like a hooker... would he? No, I can't believe that. I'm just jumping to conclusions here. John said I looked attractive in my clothes... not cheap. Besides, not one of the sales clerks at the mall had said anything bad about the way I was dressed. I'm just letting one freak with an over developed sex drive get to me. He probably asks every woman he sees that question... probably... " Janice continued walking to the shop. A little less sure of herself, and her clothing.

The small building was surprisingly empty. Janice looked around but only saw the same man as before at the counter, and an older woman standing there talking to him. Both looked up as she walked in. She could see him whisper something to her, then they both laughed.

"I've come back to return this tape and get my deposit back." She said as she walked toward the two.

"Really," said the smug man. "Is that all you came back to pick up?"

Before Janice could shoot back a reply she saw the older woman hold up a very familiar pair of panties. "You forgot these here hun," she said, then looking Janice straight in the eyes, and brought the cum crusted panties up to her nose and breathed deeply.

"You... they're... it's... not mine. You must be mistaken." Janice looked worriedly at the two. She knew they were. She had used them to try and wipe up her juices, and then left the soaking panties behind last time she was here.

"Oh really? Well I guess we were wrong." They both knew she was lying. The woman lowered the panties and said "Ah what a pity, I was so looking forward to meeting the sweet pussy that belongs to these." and she shook them in front of Janice.