She left the bathroom with her clothes composed, but her skin flushed with excitement and embarrassment. When her co-workers noticed and asked if she was alright, she admitted not feeling well and begged off the rest of the afternoon, leaving work and heading towards home. By the time she had driven to the house, she had decided what to do about the problem. Of course, she could not execute her plan with her own son in the house, but she could work around his schedule. As a side thought, she wondered what his prick looked like too, but dismissed the thought as too wicked. Such thoughts about her step-son were bad enough.
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The next morning, she dressed in as short and tight a skirt as the business dress code would allow and a too tight blouse that she would cover with a sweater at work. Underneath she wore a black lace bra that barely contained her tits but clearly showed through the blouse, a matching lace thing, back-seamed pantyhose to ensure the skirt was smooth on her skin. To complete the image, she wore 3 inch heels that lifted her ass and minimized her mature tummy bulge. She would change shoes before she left.
Waiting for Wes to leave for school, Mary collected all she needed for work and took it to her car in the garage, where she grabbed the empty laundry basket and when back upstairs. She grabbed a few dirty items from Wes’ room and her own, then moved to the door of Carsten’s room. After smoothing her skirt and making one final adjustment to the blouse, she knocked on the door.
“Carsten, ” She called. “Can I come in and get your laundry?” She heard a sleepy “OK” and opened the door and breezed in. Quickly scanning the room, she saw his normal pile of a couple of item next to his closet and also two socks in the middle of the floor. She looked over to Carsten and he eyes were open but the covers were pulled up to his chest.
“I’m sorry to wake you but I want to start a load of laundry before I left for work,” she said airily. “I’ll just be a minute.” She dropped the basket and carefully facing away from his bed, she bent down and picked up the pile of clothes near the closet. She knew he was getting the full view of her ass, so she dropped one item and had to grab for it again before she stood up.
“I’ll grab these socks too,” she said as she turned toward Carsten. She bent over forwards ensuring that the opening in her blouse was directly facing him. When she repeated this for the second sock, she thought she heard a moan from him.
“Thank you,” she said cheerily as she tossed it all in the basket and slipped quickly out of the room, closing the door behind her. ‘And so it begins” she thought to herself. ‘How long will he last?’
That night, she went to bed early and set her alarm for one o’clock, about the time Carsten gets home from work. When the alarm woke her, she softly went to her door and peeked out to ensure Wes was in his room with the door closed. Leaving her door open a crack, she laid back down and arranged herself on the bed so her stepson would see more that he should again. She heard his car door close outside and closed her eyes to feign sleep.
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