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Joanie’s Journal of Exhibition Ch. 01

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Hello! I wrote this journal a couple years ago. When I wrote it, I never gave a thought of publishing it one day. I hadn’t touched it in over a year when I found it while unpacking after a move. It brought back many fond memories while I read it. I finally gave it to Adam to read and he said I just had to send it in to ‘Literotica’. I’ve also let a couple of our closest friends read it to and they agreed with Adam. They said it was sure to be a hit. It took me a couple days to transfer it to the computer from my handwritten journal and to make many spelling and grammar corrections it so badly needed. So finally here it is!

Today I am a new mother of a little girl, and yes it is Adam’s. We had it tested. When you read my journal you will see why we had it tested. I am happy with the way I look and dress these days. Some may say I dress a bit slutty at times but I don’t care what they think. The only opinion that really matters to me now days is my husband’s, Adam. We have moved to the central Florida area since I wrote the journal and we have many new friends. Adam was offered a promotion with a transfer if we moved down this way. The surprising part to both our families about the move was that we moved into a nudist resort. We had enjoyed many visits here and when the opportunity presented itself to us; we took it, which was perfect for our new way of life. Please read the story and you will understand.

I hope you will enjoy it.

Joanie

My name is Joanie. I am a 25 year old white female with long light brown hair and green eyes. I am 5 feet 8 inches high and weight about 110 pounds. I was raised and still reside in the rural countryside just north of Gainesville, Florida. I met my husband, Adam, when I was 19 and going to the University of Florida. He was a junior and I was a sophomore. He was also born and raised in the area. We dated for almost 2 years before we got engaged and married soon after my graduation. He has always tried to get me to dress more daring and sexy but that just wasn’t me. After being married over a year, I felt myself starting to have a change of attitude toward my showing off. Adam showed me this here website, ‘Literotica’; I told him I wasn’t interested in other people’s lies and fantasies. But one day I was bored so I began to read some of the letters when he wasn’t home. I noticed I found myself migrating to reading the ones on ‘Exhibition and Voyeurism’ the most. I began wondering if showing my body to men, besides my husband, would excite me. I know I have found it fun teasing my husband around the house by prancing around in just my bra and panties once in a while. I know he liked it by the hard-on he always got in his pants, which I enjoyed eventually. So I decide to start a journal of my thoughts and feeling as I set off on my journey down this road to my experimentation of some exhibitionism. I think Adam will enjoy reading it someday.

First entry — Saturday, May 14, 2011

Today I decide to start this journal. Adam has been trying to get me to go braless more often. I was raised to always wear a bra. My mother wouldn’t allow me to go braless except when wearing a swimsuit and then it had to have a good firm top. I couldn’t even wear skinny-strap tank-tops braless unless they had built in bras. If they didn’t, I had to pin the tank-top strap to my bra-strap. Mom didn’t like the exposed bra-strap look. She considered girls that went braless where sluts. My mother also frowned on women wearing very short short-shorts or ‘Daisy Dukes’ as she called them. Even while in college my mom’s conservative attitude stuck with me. Although I did wear short skirts and shorts to class, none of them were overly short or tight. My shortest dress was just under mid-thigh and my shortest shorts still had about a three-inch inseam.

Adam liked my short dresses and I liked wearing them for him. I even enjoyed flashing him my panties once in a while but I never let him know that I had done it on purpose. I didn’t know how he would react. The first time I we had sex, was also the first time we saw each other nude. We had drunk too much on my 21st birthday and got carried away and I the morning I was surprised I wasn’t the first bit ashamed of what I had done. As a matter of fact, I remembered I enjoyed it and done it again that morning, sober! I’m just lucky Adam was the responsible one and had protection handy that day. a couple days later I got on the pill because I wasn’t nowhere near ready to have a kid.

Adam had said that he would like for me to go braless outside the house once in a while for him. I have never done it before but I am going to start my exploration of exhibitionism by doing it for him today. Right now I and wearing a black cotton tank-top with no bra and some brand new jean short-shorts I bought this morning over some new white cotton thong undies I bought just for this occasion. I usually don’t wear thong panties, I prefer cotton bikini briefs, but this was a special Escort bayan occasion. I have often noticed Adam checking out other girls wearing tight short-shorts so I decide to get me some and see if he likes me in them. He has asked in the past for me to buy some but I had always refused. I feel naughty and excited at the same time being dressed like this. I normally would never venture out of the house wearing anything like this but all I’m planning to do is wearing them the short distance from the front door to the car and then back inside. Today is Saturday, Adam is working a half day today and I need to go pick him up at his job and drop him off at the auto repair shop to pick up his pick-up, which he had serviced today. Well, it’s about time to go.

Adam was very surprised to see me dressed like that. He couldn’t keep his hands off me as I drove. We had ridden a few minutes before he noticed I was braless. I let him have a little feel of my tits while we stopped at a light but had to keep slapping his hands away as I drove. It was really fun having him trying to grope my tits as I drove but I’m not going to tell him that though or he’ll keep trying to do it. Then he noticed the short-shorts. I haven’t seen him that excited since our wedding night! When we got to the repair shop, He surprised me when he pulled me from the car so he could get a good look at me. I was scared to death but I also found I enjoyed the looks he gave me! The excitement in his eyes was intoxicating. I also noticed a couple of men staring though the office window at me. That scared me at first until my husband put his arms around me to hug and kiss me; I quickly forgot about the stares from the unknown men and enjoyed his embrace and kisses. He patted my ass as he held the door open for me to get back in the car then leaned in and gave me another kiss. When he got home, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom where he quickly stripped me and made love to me. Well, maybe making love is not the correct term. He stripped me, threw me the bed on my belly and took me from behind like a mad man. I liked it! If wearing minimal clothing in public is going to affect him like this every time, I will just have to do it more often.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

After yesterday’s adventure, I decided to go braless today too. Since it is Sunday, I’m wearing an old t-shirt over some old ragged cut-offs jeans. I have decided to cut off these old shorts a lot shorter one day this week without Adam knowing about it and surprise him by wearing them for him next weekend.

Adam kept reaching up under my t-shirt all day! I feel like we are newlyweds again. He just can’t keep his hands off me. I’m not complaining though, I am enjoying it too. I now am beginning to wish I had gone braless sooner.

I finally gave in to Adam and went braless under one of my dresses this evening. It turned out to be no big deal. He took me to a nice seafood restaurant nearby. Adam made me take notice more than once that nobody seemed to notice or care if I was braless or not. This just wasn’t the normal way I dressed; all I had on under my dress was a tiny white silk thong which Adam also asked me to wear. Adam bought them for me soon after we got married and this is the first time I’ve worn them out of the house. I was so scared nervous and excited at the same time while in that restaurant, I felt so naked under my dress. I’m just glad the dress was loose and had some ruffles around my breast. My nipples were as hard as bullets and the ruffles hid them pretty good.

I’ve read in many of those stories from ‘Literotica’, that many women go completely naked under their dresses. I don’t know if I can ever do that or not, only time will tell. Although the thought is exciting though, I guess I could try running around the house without panties tomorrow just to see how it would feel. I just won’t let Adam know about it, yet!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Every day this week as soon as I got home from work, I would get out of my business clothes and put on t-shirt and shorts ‘only’ and go about my normal daily routine until just before Adam got home and I would run to the bedroom and put on some old panties under my shorts. Wednesday, I got around to cutting off those old jean shorts again. I placed my new jean short-shorts on top of them to us as a pattern. I marked on them with a pen and cut just above the line with some scissors. I put them on with and without panties and looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw and how they fit, they were almost tight but I thought they looked better without the panties, and I also decided to cut them off just a little more. After cutting them off one to two inches more I put them on again. Wow! What a difference one to two inches made. They went from ‘cute and sexy’ to ‘wild and daring’! Adam was going to love them! But I knew I could never wear them away from the house. I may have cut off too much in the rear. I can see the roundness Bayan escort of my ass cheeks sticking out from beneath the shorts. I guess these are what you would call booty-shorts because my booty is definitely out there to see. I know Adam will like seeing that!

It is now Friday; I just put on some old orange colored low-rise cotton stretch short-shorts, with the word ‘GATORS’ across the ass, which an old college roommate gave me while I was still in college. I have never worn them; I don’t even know why I kept them but I’m glad I did. With those shorts I wore a short white halter top that buttons down the front that I bought today during lunch break and no underwear what so ever. I know Adam is going to love them. I just hope he doesn’t damage them when he takes them off me. I’m planning on meeting him outside by his truck when he drives up because I’m going to be out there watering my flowers when he pulls in.

I was a bit nervous at being outside in the daylight dressed as I was, but it was also exciting at being almost naked outside where any one of my neighbors could drive by and see me while I was waiting for my man Adam. But it excited me even more knowing that Adam would be surprised and excited at seeing me dressed like I was outside. I knew you couldn’t see any of my goodies, but there was still a lot of skin showing. There is almost a good 12 inches of bare midriff showing. Nobody and I mean nobody but Adam had seen the skin in my belly area since I was a young teenager wearing a bikini before I started developing. But for some reason that excited me too, I was letting anybody and everybody see my virgin belly skin.

I was just beginning to wonder if my pussy was getting my shorts wet when I saw Adam turning the corner and coming down our street. All of the sudden, I didn’t care. I wanted to be seen! I could hear myself shouting inside, “Hey, everyone look at me! I’m practically naked in my front yard, look at me!” Adam’s eyes were as big as silver dollars when the truck stopped. Then he got a big grin on his face as he opened the door. I walked over to him and gave him a big hug and kiss as soon as he stood up and I told him I had been waiting on him. I then stepped back and asked him if his liked my new outfit. He didn’t say a word. He just scooped me up and carried me inside to the bedroom. What can I say, the sex was great!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

That was yesterday afternoon. I only had about 15 minutes to put down that last paragraph while Adam was in the shower. When Adam found me later, I was in the kitchen making supper. I was wearing just a large t-shirt. He told me he was surprised when he took my clothes off and discovered I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I smiled at him and lifted my t-shirt and said, “I not wearing any now either.” He shut the stove off and said supper was going to have to wait. I told him he was right as I removed the towel he had wrapped around him and dropped it to the floor between us as I dropped to my knees on top of the towel and took his rapidly growing dick into my mouth in the middle of the kitchen, a first for me. Oh, I have sucked him off many times, I love sucking on his cock, but so far only in the privacy of our bedroom, but never in the kitchen before and with the lights on and window drapes wide open.

That was last evening; it is now late Saturday morning. We slept in because Adam and I had a marathon sex session last night. We didn’t get to sleep until after 2AM.

Adam just went outside to wash his pick-up and my car. I am still wearing my PJ top and panties. I told him I would be out in a few minutes to help him because I need to go to the bathroom and then to get dressed. I am going to wear my newly cut-off jean shorts and no panties to help him wash the cars. Now I need to figure what top to wear with them.

The cars are washed and I got soaking wet, thanks to Adam. He said he just had to get my new cut-off top wet to see what I would look like if I ever entered a wet t-shirt contest. The top in question was an old white tank-top of his I found and cut off just below my breast to wear with my cut-off jeans. It looked like a nasty hooker was looking back at me when I saw myself in the mirror. I knew Adam was going to like this look and I knew I was going to get fucked again real soon. We had already had more sex in the last 24 hours than we have had the last 2 weeks. I guess a little exhibitionism is good for a sexually satisfying marriage. I guess Mom just never figured that one out!

I knew Adam usually washed the cars beside the house, on the grass instead of on the front driveway, so I wasn’t too concerned that the neighbors might see me dressed like I was. But I also decide to go out the backdoor to the patio to get to the side of the house just in case there was someone out front. Adam did a double take when he seen me come around the corner of the house. He then commented loud enough that I was sure all the neighbors Escort heard him, “Damn Joanie! You look fucking hot! I don’t know what has gotten into you lately but I really like it! You’re looking like every teenage boy’s wet dream right now!” I walked over to him and told him thanks for the comments and then I kissed him as I grabbed his crotch and was surprised to find him already hard. I told him that if all I had to do was dress like this to make him hard that I would be doing it more often. Then I gave his dick a squeeze and told him to let’s wash the cars and then we can play. Adam was wearing some old swim shorts and I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear either but he rarely did on weekends.

I grabbed a wet rag and bent over to wash the top of the hood when I felt him step behind me and rub his hard-on up against my ass and slide his wet hands under my short-shirt and cupped my breast. Oh, it felt so nice being handled like that. I wiggled my ass grinding it against him and had to remind him, “Car first, ass later.” We finally finished the cars and we were both sexually worked up with all the teasing and groping we were doing. Then Adam said he wanted to see one more thing. That was when he pinned me against my car and turned the hose on me, soaking me from head to toe. I looked down and my top was completely transparent. Adam then quickly pulled out his phone and took a picture of me like that. I told him to delete it, he said he would but after he had transferred it to his computer so he could remember me looking like this forever. I then posed a couple more positions for him, even one with me holding the water hose as the cold water was hitting directly on one of my wet breast and showing the hard nipple. And another with the water hose shoved down the front of my shorts and the water pouring out the legs of my shorts. That cold water steadily running over the lips of my pussy was not helping one little bit in helping to cool that pussy off.

I ran into the house and into out master bathroom and got out of those wet clothes. Adam was just seconds behind me. He got out of his clothes and pulled me into the shower for the sex I so badly needed and wanted.

After the shower, I put on just a light blue t-shirt that barely covered my ass and another pair of cotton thong panties to wear around the house the rest of the day. Well, that was my plan. Adam had other ideas. He wanted to go to ‘Home Depot’ and get a couple things for the house and wanted me to put on the new jean short-shorts I bought last week and go with him. Two weeks ago I would have told him ‘no way, not dressed like this’, today I just said “OK, be right back.”

And now here I was walking around ‘Home Depot’ obviously braless under my light blue t-shirt. You could easily tell my nipples were hard under my shirt. At first I was embarrassed by my hard nipples and walked with by arms across my chest but Adam kept telling me how sexy it made me look. And he didn’t help matters much, whenever no one was around, he would grope my tits. This just made matters worse. Those darn nipples just seemed to get harder each time he played with them. But after a while I got pass the embarrassed phase and began to enjoy the looks and stares of the men there and there seemed to be a lot of them in there this Saturday. Before we left I had stopped trying to cover my hard nipples up and proudly let them lead the way. I was still wearing my thongs under my shorts. I ‘m still not ready to leave the house without panties yet but two weeks ago I would have never left the house braless and now I seem to be enjoying it.

He asked me later in the afternoon if I was ever going to wear that cut-off t-shirt and those cut-off jeans from that morning around town. I surprised myself when I didn’t say never, I told him “Not anytime soon but who knows, someday maybe.” He seemed pleased with that answer.

He then said, “One day maybe, we can get that tiny bikini I want you to get and those shirt and shorts would be the perfect cover-up for the bikini.” I thought, “He’s right, they would be great for swimsuit cover-ups. I guess I could wear them out in public one day without any problems.”

Saturday, May 28, 2011

This past week had been pretty much back to normal except that the first thing I do now it to take off all my clothes when I get home and put on just a big t-shirt to wear around the house. My old normal I would just remove my shoes and wear everything else as I made supper and cleaned around the house. I definitely feel more comfortable wearing just a t-shirt; I even had a thought Friday at remaining naked, but didn’t have the nerve but I thought about it all afternoon. Maybe I’ll give it a try one day next week if I get the nerve.

Just after lunch today, Adam told me to put on one of my short dresses with no bra because he was taking me shopping for a new bikini. I decided to wear a mid-thigh length halter dress Adam bought me while on our honeymoon. I wore a bra with it then but not today. Adam was pleased with my selection and asked if I was pantiless under it too. I told him that I was wearing underwear under this short dress and to not to push me about not wearing any because I wasn’t ready for that yet.

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Educating Mom: Andy’s Story Ch. 06

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“Does this look okay for going out tonight?” my mother asked as she walked into the living room. I’d been checking my e-mails as I waited for her to get ready, but as I looked up from the screen, I realized the wait had been worth it.

She was wearing some of the new things we’d picked up for her that day, and my eyes immediately went to the soft pearl-gray sweater tightly adhered to those spectacular breasts of hers. It had a small turtleneck collar and little cap sleeves, but the way the tautly-stretched light-gray material hugged those large round tits looked absolutely amazing. I could make out the lacy edges of one of her new bras through the material, the heavily-structured undergarment lifting and pushing those heavy round tits together and up. Her enormous rack caused the light-colored fabric to put every enticing swell and curve on brilliant display. Dark shadows were cast on her slender waist by the imposing rack while her thick nipples protruded invitingly from the center of each massive globe, casting their own teasing shadows beneath. I had definitely advised her wisely when we selected that saucy little garment.

The sweater was tucked into a black cotton miniskirt; the jet-black fabric contrasting vividly with the soft pearl color of the top. The skirt ended midway to her knees and she’d left her toned legs bare beneath. Her full thighs and calves looking tanned and delicious as my eyes followed them downwards; her sexy legs naturally accented by her slender knees and tapered ankles. Her delicate feet were adorned in a simple pair of strappy black sandals, the tiny straps seeming to caress her feet in comforting bondage. A sensible 3″ heel made them perfect for a casual night out.

My eyes roamed all the way down and then slowly back up over her alluring form, my senses spinning with desire as I stared, virtually dumbstruck with lust as I zeroed in on those tremendous heavy mounds once more.

“Andy, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied, snapping myself back to reality. “Mom, you look fantastic. I love that outfit.”

“Do you really?” she asked as she spun around in a little circle, letting me see her from every angle. My eyes were drawn instinctively to her sumptuous backside as she turned, the fleshy round orbs being cupped nicely by the taut cotton of her little skirt. It had one of those little slits in the middle of the hem, and when she turned, the slit parted, revealing a glimpse of her white thighs beneath. A jolt went right to my dick, and I felt like grabbing her, throwing her onto the dining room table and fucking the shit out of her right there. I had to take a deep breath to control myself; but I called upon what little willpower I had and kept myself in check.

“You look incredible. I can’t get over how you could have gone all these years without clothes like this. Mom, you’ve got an amazing body that was made for things like that.” Little did she know I had a nasty little outfit I was going to give her to wear when we got back later. Although this outfit looked perfect for where we were going, the one I had for later would make this one look like a peasant’s rags.

“Oh Andy, you’re so sweet. I love you so much,” she said with a smile as she all but jumped into my arms and gave me a tender kiss. I felt my heart swell with joy, knowing my mother and I were becoming closer and closer, just as I’d hoped.

“I love you too. Now, are you hungry?” I’d planned for us to go a grab a bite at one of our favorite restaurants, and then take in an early movie. I wanted to make sure we were home in time so that I could make good use of that voluptuous sexy body of her before we went to bed; well, went to sleep actually. I planned on having her in bed for a few hours before actually catching some shuteye.

“I’m starving,” she replied as she stepped back and grabbed a new black purse we’d picked up for her as well. I took her arm as I led her to the car, opening the door for her like a gentleman, knowing this was something my dad had probably never done for her.

“Thank you so much, dear,” she said, a look of pure happiness twinkling in her warm blue eyes.

“My pleasure.” I was only too happy to let her slip into the passenger seat. I watched intently, her legs parting sexily as her sumptuous rump slid onto the seat, her skirt sliding slightly up as she drew in her tanned sexy legs one at a time, the soft skin of her inner thighs seeming to call out to me for attention. I felt myself beginning to sweat as I reluctantly closed the door and made my way around to my side of the car, audibly calling ‘Down boy’ to my stiffening dick.

It didn’t take long for us to get Rizzo’s, an old Italian family restaurant we’d been going to forever. The place wasn’t classy by any means, but it had its own old-world charm and the food was fantastic. The warm scent of roasting garlic and homemade tomato sauce wafted tantalizingly into our nostrils as a hostess led us to a vacant table. The place had a comforting ambiance, manisa escort with simple red tablecloths, empty bottles of chianti wrapped in wicker hanging from the ceiling, and paper placemats showing the original Rizzo’s hometown of Naples highlighted on a barebones map of the world’s most famous boot.

The place was pretty crowded; not surprising for a Saturday night. I watched many eyes, both male and female; follow our short journey to our booth, with all eyes focused on my mother. I knew if I was in their place, that’s what I’d be doing too. Jesus, she looked great; those new clothes sensually accentuated that fantastic body of hers, a body made for just one thing.

“Andy, are you sure I look okay?” my mother asked as we sat down, her nervous eyes scanning restlessly around the restaurant.

“You look great. What’s the matter?”

“It felt like everyone was looking at me when we walked to our seats.”

“I noticed it too,” I said seriously as I leaned across the table and took her hand as if something was drastically wrong. I waited until she leaned closer, eager to hear what I had to say. “But I thought they were looking at me.” A big smile spread across my face and then across hers as well. She knew I was pulling her leg; but it worked, I saw her visibly relax.

“But why were they looking at me? All those times before we’ve been in here, nobody’s looked at me like that.” She looked down at herself to see if her sweater was untucked or a stray napkin was clinging to her heel. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong at all.” I paused for a second until she looked up at me, her eyes still restlessly confused. “Those people were looking at you because you look fantastic.”

“Really, that’s why they were looking?” she asked innocently, her eyes slowly glancing around the room. I didn’t need to look, I knew by her reaction of quickly looking back at me that some of those hungry eyes were still feasting on her. I had figured this might happen, so I’d asked for a booth rather than one of the tables sitting out in the open, the partially blocked off space providing us with a bit more privacy I knew she needed.

“Yes, Mom, that’s why they were looking. I told you, those clothes look incredible on you; but really, I think it’s you that make that make the clothes look so good, not the other way around.” She smiled tentatively when I said that, her momentary anxiety easing away as she settled into her seat.

I was happy to show her off, but I knew she was still tentative in her new-found skin. Like an exotic animal brought from far-off lands to a local zoo, the masses were happy and excited to view the new attraction; but this much attention was all new to my mother. She’d get used to it in time; I’d make sure of that. I’d continue to dress her up the way I liked; in stylish tight clothes that emphasized those substantial curves of hers but didn’t make her look slutty.

I glanced around the room and the gawkers instinctively averted their eyes as my searching gaze found them, even though there was not a glimmer of aggressiveness in my eyes. I noticed that there were almost as many women as men looking my mother’s way, and that made me smile. The looks on their faces told me I’d been right in the type of things we’d picked out for her to wear; the women looked envious of her, not critical or judgmental. That was good, that’s just the reaction I’d hoped for.

“Thanks for saying that, Andy. I love all these things you’ve gotten for me. I’ve never had clothes like this in my life; I feel so spoiled.”

“You’re worth spoiling, Mom. You mean everything to me.” The waitress interrupted us, offering us menus which we refused. “The usual?” I asked, my eyes meeting my mother’s.

“Of course,” she replied.

“A large Rizzo’s deluxe and I’ll have a Dr. Pepper.”

“And I’ll have a ginger ale, please,” my mother added before the waitress hustled away. My mother reached across the table and took my hands as she continued the conversation we’d started. “Andy, you mean everything to me too. I have to admit these last few days have been the happiest of my life. I….I never thought I could feel this way, both physically and emotionally. I can’t thank you enough. I do love you, son, more than anything.”

Her words were music to my ears; her sincerity ringing clear in her kind words. “I love you too, Mom,” I replied, giving her soft hands a gently squeeze. “Your happiness means everything to me, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you’re happy and no one ever hurts you or makes you feel bad again.” She smiled contently, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness. She was close to crying, and I knew she’d be embarrassed if it happened right here. I had to lighten the mood a bit or the waterworks would be flowing. “That’s why I’m taking you to see that new horror movie with all the headless zombies running around.”

That broke the mood as she drew back and laughed, wiping away a single tear. “You little kushinagar.net brat; you know I hate scary movies. Really, what are we going to see?”

“Well, okay then,” I replied with mock disappointment as she tenderly held my hand again. “How about that new movie with Chelsea Barker and Brock Miller?” I asked, suggesting the new romantic comedy with a pair of Hollywood’s hot young actors I knew she liked.

“Oh, I’d love that!” she gushed, a broad smile lighting up her pretty face. It was sad how the simple little things most of us take for granted could mean so much to her; evidence of the strict and controlling life she’d had with my prick of a father. They rarely went out, and if they did, it was pretty much straight back home as quickly as possible.

The waitress soon brought our drinks and then arrived shortly thereafter with the piping hot pizza, the Rizzo’s deluxe which was the house specialty. It never failed to impress and today was no exception. We savored the delicious flavors as we greedily ate, finishing the succulent pie between the two of us.

Pleasantly full and happily nourished, we drove the short distance to the cinema. I was happy that my mother naturally took my arm as we got tickets and made our way to our seats; like lovers, happy and out on the town. She chatted gleefully and watched the other moviegoers take their seats. I could see her checking out what other women were wearing, something she probably had never done until this new wardrobe had arrived on the scene. The lights dimmed and she shifted over towards me, once more slipping her arm through mine. It felt natural for me to slide my arm over her shoulder, allowing her to snuggle closer, which she instantly did. The trailers led into the movie and my mother watched intently, entranced by the whole experience. I found myself watching her as much as I watched the movie, feeling happy for her as I saw her smile and laugh at the funny parts, and become anxious and teary as the plotline shifted from one scene to the next.

It wasn’t long before my wandering eyes were drawn to those tremendous tits of hers, the soft pearl-gray of her sweater catching the flickering light enticingly. I loved the swell and curves of those massive guns, the shadows cast by their immense size becoming deep and dark as the changing light flickered across her lush body. I looked down at her bare thighs, her black skirt riding high on her legs as she shifted slightly in her seat. I wanted to slip my hand between those full creamy thighs and feel the intense softness that only a woman’s inner thigh can provide. I had to call on the reserves of my willpower to stop me, knowing this night out was for my mother; also knowing there’d be time for me to have free access to that spectacular body of hers just a little bit later.

The movie came to its predictable finale, the hero and heroine riding off into the blissful cinematic sunset. My mother held onto me as we made our way with the streaming masses to my car, a look of contented satisfaction on her face. The ride home was spirited, with my mother chattering about how much she had enjoyed the movie, and just being out with her son.

“Thanks so much for a wonderful night,” she said as we entered the house.

“Isn’t it customary for the girl to give her date a goodnight kiss?” I asked as I locked the door behind us.

“Of course, forgive me.” She moved into my arms and turned her face up to mine. The lingering scent of her perfume wafted into my nostrils, setting the sparking ember of my desire afire once more. I lowered my lips to hers and found them parted and waiting. I pulled her close as I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue sliding slowly into her mouth.

“Mmmmmmm,” she purred warmly as I held her against me, my tongue exploring the moist warm treasures inside her mouth. My hands slid down and cupped the soft round mounds of her plump behind, my fingers sinking into the warm flesh.

“Oh Andy, that kiss was beautiful,” she said breathlessly as our lips finally parted.

“I’ve got something else for you that’s beautiful,” I replied as I stepped away from her and grabbed a couple of unopened packages that I’d come back with after leaving her earlier in the day.

“What’s this?” she asked, her eyes wide open with interest.

“Something special for you to wear to bed tonight,” I said as I passed her the packages. “Now, why don’t we each take a shower and meet in your bedroom in say…….twenty minutes or so?”

“Okay,” she replied, blushing slightly as she turned to go.

“One other thing, Mom…..” She stopped and turned. “Put on some of that lipstick I got for you, and pull your hair back with one of the black elastics. I don’t want your hair getting in the way of that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Okay,” she said, blushing more intently.

She disappeared into her bedroom, be-ribboned packages in tow. I went into my old room and peeled off my clothes. I heard the shower running from her en-suite as I stepped into the bathroom near my room. Although I kept my pubic hair nicely trimmed, I grabbed some scissors and did some serious manscaping before I entered the shower, trimming away as much hair as I could. I soaped my abdomen and used a razor to trim away the final vestiges of stubble, leaving a nice clean surface around the base of my dick. I re-soaped my hands and lathered thoroughly, knowing I’d be having my mother’s pretty mouth on me soon enough. Rinsing clean, I toweled off and ran a comb through my hair. Naked as the day I was born, I made my way to my parent’s bedroom, the illicit thrill of knowing it was the bed she had shared with my father making it even more exciting for me.

She had turned one bedside lamp on, the warm amber glow giving an intimate and sensual ambiance to the room. I was just starting to turn down the sheets when I heard the door of the en-suite open and my mother stepped into the room.

“Holy fuck!” I thought to myself as I simply stared at her, my jaw dropping to the floor. She was wearing what I had chosen for her, and I gulped as looked at the incredibly gorgeous angel facing me. Angel was probably the wrong word, because in the outfit I had chosen for her, she looked more like one of the Devil’s wicked little playmates. She had on a black leather boned waist cincher, the powerfully supported foundation garment leaving her magnificent breasts spilling free over the top. The cincher pinched in tightly to her waist, then flared out alluring over her motherly hips, spectacularly emphasizing her alluring hourglass figure. My eyes looked downward, black garters framing her succulent pussy invitingly before biting smartly onto sheer black hose, the intricate lacy bands ending high on her full creamy thighs.

As if in a trance, my gaze slid lower, following her sexy legs, full at the thighs and calves and teasingly slender at the knees and ankles. The shimmering black hose made her legs look wickedly sexy, and the sky-high black stilettos made them look even more incredible. There was a pointed cap over the toes and then the shoes were open beyond that, until a tiny leather strap rose up the back of her foot before being anchored in a small band just above her slender ankle. The 4″ heels made her legs look toned, muscular and absolutely spectacular.

I felt my heart racing as I drew my eyes upward, smiling as I glimpsed briefly at her shaven pussy. Yes, I’d provided no panties with this outfit; they’d just be in the way. I loved the way the waist cincher disappeared beneath her heavy round tits, the voluptuous orbs filling the full breadth of her chest as she faced me, her big thick nipples looking ready for some serious sucking. This was just what I had in mind when I spotted this outfit. I loved those tremendous breasts of my mother’s, and tonight I didn’t want anything to get in the way of my desire for them.

She was wearing something new and different I’d gotten for her to go with this outfit; a pair of shoulder-length black leather kid gloves. I could see the way they caressed her arms like a second skin, the wickedly soft kid reaching to her shoulders, perfectly complimenting the leather waist cincher. I pictured the feel of those soft gloves on my cock, knowing I’d be having her use them on me often from now on. A tingling surge went straight to my swelling dick as I pictured her delicate kid-covered hands sliding up and down my rigid shaft.

I looked higher and was happy to see she had her hair pulled back as I requested. I was planning on making good use of that hot mouth of hers tonight, and I definitely didn’t want her hair getting in the way as I worked my prick nice and deep into that buttery smooth oral cavity of hers. So it was nice that she’d heeded my request and pulled her hair tautly back in a tight ponytail. It also gave me a clear view of her long sensuous neck, teasingly adorned in a black lace choker I’d gotten for her. Geez, that choker looked sexy. I looked up to her face and it nearly took my breath away. She had applied a little more eye shadow and mascara, making her soft blue orbs look wickedly exciting. But her mouth; I felt my dick start to swell and stiffen as I looked at her mouth, her full bee-stung lips a mesmerizing red gash on her face. The brilliant lipstick looked vividly inviting as it shone boldly against her soft white skin. Adorned in bright cherry-red, her soft pillowy lips looked even more seductively beguiling than normal. I shivered in blissful delight as I looked at a mouth just made for sucking cock, which was precisely what I had in mind for her.

She stood with her hands on her hips facing me straight on, letting me see the hypnotically sexy outfit in all its cock-hardening glory. I was breathing raggedly, my eyes feasting on the intoxicatingly wicked form as I looked her up and down repeatedly. I felt my surging member continue to stiffen and lengthen as I stared in awe at the dizzying display of feminine pulchritude standing before me.

“Do I look okay?” she asked timidly.

“Oh Mom, you look amazing,” I gasped out as I stood staring, my cock lifting rapidly towards full erection. “You look so incredibly sexy.”

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