red, and a few different kinds of underwear. To finish my shopping, I bought a razor and
some shaving cream. Lastly, were some condoms. The young man who rung me up was
uncomfortable and another older female cashier kept smiling at me. Finished, I headed
home and arrived there by ten.
In my bathroom, I realized the folly of trying to shave an overgrown bush with a razor. I had
to find a pair of scissors to trim the forest down. After that, the razor cleared the whole field.
Although it was difficult to shave the back side with only a hand mirror, I liked the look of
my hairless pubic area in the end. My next task was spent researching about sex, and
realizing that I had a lot to learn. Inevitability, I texted my son.
*You still awake?*
*Yeah. How was the store?*
*Good. I bought some new clothes.*
*I would have liked to go with you.*
*Why?*
*To help.*
*Why don’t I give you a show? You can tell me downstairs if what I got was good.*
*Alright!*
His excitement
*You can’t talk though. You can only text me.*
I sent that last part in an effort to make myself more comfortable.
*Okay.*
Feeling excited, I stripped out of my current out fit and shuddered in the chill of the air. My
nipples stuck out like hard diamonds and already my pussy was growing wet. Fate had
been sealed for the two of us. I put on a red thong, which was completely new to me. I
couldn’t decided if the floss between my butt cheeks was uncomfortable or not. Shrugging
it off, I made sure to grab the nightie to be the last thing to show him. Going downstairs, I
put the extra clothes in the bathroom and went out to see him. He was waiting on the
couch when I went downstairs. I saw him staring at me, his mouth agape in awe and it
made me smile. Of course my phone went off by the time I got back to the bathroom.
*Mom, you look amazing!!!*
I don’t know why, but I enjoyed the compliment. By the third outfit, I had chickened out of
showing him the nightie. The fourth outfit was a skirt and tight shirt that hugged my c-cup
breasts. He let out an audible gasp. I walked past him to the kitchen and texted him.
*You sound pleased.*
*You looked stunning!*
*Good enough to eat huh?*
*I would!*
*I bet. You want some dessert?*
*Yes!!!*
*Alright, come to the kitchen.*
I was opening the fridge and began digging into it to find something to make for a sweet
snack for him. He deserved a reward for the compliments and for boosting my confidence.
I decided to make homemade ice cream Sundays. Mike came into the kitchen and I was
reaching for the whipped cream when I was suddenly pushed forwards. A protest brewed
on my lips but then something firm pressed up against my butt and a long inhalation. His
face was burined between my cheeks and that realization froze me from doing anything to
stop him.
Hands planted on my cheeks and began rubbing them. The fabric pulled on my things
and soon I could feel a pressure running pleasantly through the fabric. I tired to keep
control but with a shiver, a moan escaped my lips and mike moved the fabric aside.
Cool air barely had time to touch my inflamed before the heat of his face was buried in