Chapter 5: Thursday Night Mrs. White’s Negligee

“Are you staying over tonight Will?” I heard asked by Kev’s mother. She was standing in her son’s doorway when I looked up from my computer. I clicked away from the screen I was working on - I definitely didn’t want to Mrs. W to see what I’d been doing.

“If it’s okay.” I answered. Of course it was okay. Kev and I had been staying over at each other’s houses since we’d been like five years old. I had my own bed at his place and he had the same at mine.

“Your mom knows?” That was the one rule. Let the mothers know.

“Uh huh,” I agreed. She turned to go. “We’re going to watch a movie later Mrs. W, maybe in a half an hour if you want to join us,” I offered. Kev looked up from his computer screen, a question in his eyes.

“You boys don’t want me there. It’s pretty late.” Shyly said, yet clearly hoping to be argued with. Mr. White was out of town again on another of his never ending business trips and I knew she’d love to have some company.

“Of course we do. And there’s no school tomorrow so it doesn’t matter how late we stay up.”

“Really? You’re sure? Kev?” Offer accepted!

“It’ll probably be thirty minutes before we’re ready.”

“In the playroom?” I nodded yes. “I’ll have time for a bath then. I won’t be late,” the number one most desired woman on my list announced before scurrying away.

“What movie?” Kev asked after his mom had left.

“Kevin, it’s time to move on to some of the other parts of the plan.”

“What’s mom got to do with it?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I answered as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. “I’m going to go grab a quick shower, get cleaned up,” I added, then turned my computer screen toward him and then walked out of the room.

“What’s this? Are you crazy?” he asked to my departing back. I’d figured the picture of his mom, or her face anyway, a face I’d just spent the last half hour on, photoshopping it onto the nude body of a porn star, would get him going.

“What are you planning?” he demanded when I reappeared five minutes later clad only in a towel.

“Moi?” I asked as I let the towel fall. I shook my hips.

“You better not do anything,” he threatened.

“Go have your shower Kev,” I advised as I grabbed the bottle of after shave from the bag I’d brought with me.

“What’s that?” he asked when he saw it.

“Ash and the girls recommended I use it. They said that women would like it. It acts as an aphrodisiac.”

“They did? An aphrodisiac? What’s that? Should I use it too?” Neither of us had ever used anything like it.

“No, Ash said this one would be better for you,” I said as I dipped my hand back in my bag and came up another bottle.

“She did? Really?” he asked as he took it from me.

“Yup. And you owe me eighty-three bucks for it.”

“What! Are you crazy?”

I thought we just might surprise Mrs. White with our cleaned up, showered, shaved and aphrodisiac aroma’d bodies when she arrived but it was she who instead surprised us.

I actually whistled. Kevin stood for seconds with mouth open in surprise before Mrs. White finally said, “What?”

“You look greaaaaaaaaat Mrs. W.,” I said near reverentially, then whistled again.

“It’s just my nighttime robe,” she stammered out in reply as her face reddened. She’d definitely put on some perfume.

Ashley, or one of the girls, could give you a perfect description of what Kevin’s mom was wearing that night. They’d be able to tell you what the material was (silk?), the cut, the color, the style, heck, probably the designer and its approximate price.

I can’t. All I can tell you is that she looked great in it. It wasn’t particularly revealing in terms of amount of skin we could see. But it was definitely sexy and anyone who saw Kev’s mother in it would know without question that it was saved for special occasions.

It was some sort of Chinese kimono type robe in a shimmering, almost translucent ivory color with a subtle pattern woven in. A piece of cloth that seemed to float over her suddenly evident curves. Kevin and I had never seen her in anything remotely resembling it before. You could see her full breasts dancing under the cloth as she walked.

“You look beautiful Mrs. W.,” I told her as I offered her my hand and escorted her to the couch.

When she sat down between her son and me on the playroom couch the sashed robe opened slightly and let me see that she had a matching gown under it. A negligee?

We watched a movie together. A ‘chick flic’ as Kevin derisively described it when it started. A tear jerker about some older babe who, a couple of years after losing her husband, goes on a vacation to Italy and has an affair with a guy twenty years younger than her. Of course I’d picked it for that very reason. Time to get Kevin’s mom thinking about younger men.

It wasn’t x-rated or anything but it did have a couple of pretty risqué scenes, especially when you’re watching it with your mother. One was a shot of the muscular young stud from behind as he walked naked into the shower. Another showed the women topless in bed. Her tits weren’t anywhere close to being as nice as Mrs. W’s.

Mrs. White was excited. Don’t ask me how I knew it but I did. Was it that her body was exuding those pheromone things the sex manuals are always talking about and I’d subconsciously picked up on them?

Or was it the little tremors that I felt when our legs accidently touched?

And had she noticed the almost continuous erection I had through most of the movie even though I’d tried to hide it?

With only fifteen minutes left in the movie I clicked the pause button, excusing myself to go get us some drinks. When I came back into the room I was carrying a tray with three cokes on it. I made sure Kev’s mother took the right one.

“She’s fallen asleep,” Kev announced when I got back from the washroom. I’d rushed off to the pisser the second the movie had ended.

“She has?” I asked innocently.

“Do you think she’s okay, I can’t seem to wake her.”

“It’s late. She was probably just tired, maybe we better help her to her room,” I suggested.

“Why, do you think something wrong with her?”

I smiled. I watched my friend and saw as realization suddenly dawned. “You didn’t put something in her drink did you?”

“You get her arms, I’ll get her legs,” I answered as I moved over and stood between her legs.

“What was it?” Kevin asked as I put my hands under Mrs. White’s legs and slowly pulled then up off the ground.

“Don’t let your mom fall,” I ordered as I started to pull her up off the couch and towards me. The kimono spilled open as I did and the hem of the matching nightie she wore below rode high up onto her thighs.

“We can’t,” Kevin said even as he grabbed his mom’s shoulders.

“Michelle’s wearing sexy white lace panties tonight,” I told my friend as we started across the room with his mom in our arms.

“Don’t call her that ... she’s Mrs. White to you,” he answered, trying to assert some authority even as his eyes strayed to his mom’s legs. At his angle he couldn’t see her panties.

“She dressed up in her sexiest panties for yours truly, I’ll bet she was hoping I’d get to see them.”

“She did not.”

“You go first ... go backwards,” I instructed as we neared the playroom door.

“Don’t look at her,” he ordered as, backing up, he struggled to hold his mom up. My supporting hands had moved up even farther and were now right under her bum.

I ignored him and then when he stumbled a bit I told him, “God Kev, don’t touch your mother’s tits!” One of his hands, slipping, had grasped his mother’s breast.

“I’m not. Fuck, you should have gone first.” A minute later, after struggling down the hall to the White’s master bedroom, we deposited Kevin’s mother in the middle of her king size bed.

“We’ll have to take off her robe,” I instructed as I undid the sash that held it together. “Lift her shoulders up so I can get it off.”