Lace Panties, Mom's Pussy

Entering the witness protection program and testifying against the Italian La Cosa Nostra was the only way Giavanna could avoid spending decades in prison.

More importantly, she was desperate for a second chance with her son. She swore to raise him right. To repent for all her sins in the mafia.

Her luxurious lifestyle in Miami was gone forever and now she was trapped in a quiet suburb of Minnesota. The home was a standard affair in the freezing cold neighborhood. Three bedrooms upstairs. Two baths. Squeaky floors. Outdated utilities.

With her son exploring the nearby mall, Giavanna was sitting by the dining room table across from a female federal agent. Giavanna was still dressed like a typical mob-wife in her designer clothes and heavy makeup. She rolled her eyes as the questions kept on coming.

"I'll need you to focus," Agent Sabatini said without expression. "Your answers need to be perfect."

Giavanna scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"You've been like this all morning. Is there something you want to get off your chest?"

"Like you'd care."

She pursed her lips and put her head down. This was grueling. This was agony.

It had been over a week since she last saw or spoke to anyone in her family. And her friends? She no longer had any. Once the most powerful and respected woman in upscale Miami, now she was a dolled up Italian woman in the whitest neighborhood imaginable.

"It's my job to care," the agent said. "What's on your mind? Are you still arguing with your son?"

Giavanna sat quietly for a moment. "Leo is 19 years old, handsome, and athletic. He should be at home in Miami, flirting with all the girls on the beach. Because of me, he's had to drop out of college. He won't see his friends and family anymore either."

"If you really love your son, then you did the right thing."

"Did I?" she asked, with her voice nearly cracking.

"His father is a mafia captain. You made the smart choice taking him away from that lifestyle. You now have a chance to be the loving parent that he needs. And you can't do that if you're in prison."

Giavanna sighed. "It tears my heart to pieces to see him like this. Motherhood used to mean buying him whatever he wanted. That's all I knew about parenting."

"And now you're afraid that you can't be a good mother without all of that money."

"What else do I have? There's only so many times I can say that I'm sorry to him."

"Leo will eventually forgive you," Agent Sabatini said. "Let's return to our trial preparation."

Giavanna tossed her hair back and rubbed her neck. "What are you, a fucking robot? I need a second."

"I understand you're under a lot of stress."

"I don't think so. You don't know what it's like."

The agent was relentless. "Maybe not, but I'm also a mother and I work impossible hours to handle important cases for the government. So I can empathize with what you're going through."

"My son Leo... I'll do anything for that young man. He's my life."

"Let's continue. He'll be fine."

"Wow, you're a bitch," Giavanna sneered. "Is that all you can say? You really are a fucking robot."

Slowly the agent's facade seemed to come down and she reached over to turn off the recorder.

"Want some real advice?" the agent asked, with a slight New York accent slowly seeping through.

Giavanna leaned in. "Yeah. Talk to me like an adult for once."

"This stays between us," Agent Sabatini said. "From one Italian mother to another, there's nothing a 19 year old male wants more than sex. Everything he does is because he wants to get laid."

"Like I don't already know that."

"He's at a difficult age where friends and interactions are crucial. It would help if he had a girlfriend or someone to fill a certain void."

The innuendo was clear enough, and being a street smart woman, Giavanna was able to pick it up.

She nearly laughed. "What are you saying? You want to hire a hooker for my son?"

"I won't facilitate an illegal act on your behalf. But I'll say this; the agency only knows what I tell them. If I want to keep something secret, then it will be a secret."

Giavanna looked puzzled. "You want me to fuck my son?"

"I never stated that."

"Yeah, well that's what you're implying. You're a fucking robot and a psychopath too."

Agent Sabatini was unphased. "The point is, lengthy trials are extremely stressful, especially for people who've never been to court. Pursuant to the agreement you have with the federal government, I'd say it's in your best interest to maintain a happy home."

"What? You don't think I'm trying hard enough?"

"Try harder. If you're ineffective as our star witness, then remember, the government will cancel the agreement and send you to prison."

The agent reached over and touched her shoulder. Giavanna held the agent's hand. This was now her only friend in the world, as painful as that seemed.

"Do you think I could do it?" Giavanna asked, certain the agent would understand the question.

"Yes, I do."

"Why?"

"My son is 22 years old," Agent Sabatini confided. "I'm gone for months at a time and family means everything to us Italians. I refuse to have a strained relationship with my son, so I make it up to him. However I can. I do whatever it takes."

Giavanna looked the agent in the eyes, who seemed unabashed by the incestuous revelation.

"I think my son has the same desires, to be honest. Jesus, what a fucked up conversation. But I think he'd be interested in something like that, whatever it is."

The agent lifted an eyebrow. "His gaze gives it away, doesn't it? Men have wandering eyes."

"I've seen him looking."

"It's only logical. You have a fantastic body which any male would desire. But now you're in Minnesota, which means you'll have to make the best of your circumstance. Use what you have."

"What does that mean?"

Giavanna knew full well what the insinuation was, but it just seemed so jarring coming from a law enforcement official.

"I think you get the idea," Agent Sabatini bluntly assumed. "I'll go to the store and buy everything you'll need. I don't want anymore fights at home. I don't want to hear anymore drama. Is that understood?"

"Yeah, I understand."

The agent turned the recorder back on and they returned to their trial prep. It was the turning point in Giavanna's life. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, because for the first time in a long time, she found something that truly excited her.

***

Giavanna stood in front of a mirror in a new set of bra and panties which had been provided to her earlier that morning. As expected, the agent was astute and everything fit Giavanna's body down to the right centimeter.

The set was white and made of lace material. Intricate designs were sewn to form weblike pattern. If you look carefully at her chest, you could faintly see the brown color of her nipples. The same for her panties, if you look close enough you could see the clean shave along with the shape of her clitoris.

After admiring her reflection and enjoying the feel of the expensive fabric, she slipped on an equally comfortable silk robe, which showed most of her legs, going up to her mid-thighs.

Back in Miami, she kept in great shape with plenty of yoga and spin classes with other mob wives and socialites. Like most women there, she prided herself on her fuckability.

She closed her robe tightly at first, before realizing that she needed to show more skin. Coming from Miami, her son certainly had high expectations for what would be considered sexy. She needed to meet those standards, despite the snowfall outside.

So she loosened her robe a bit and let the top open. If she was going to do this, then she had to be disciplined about it. She allowed her chest to show, enough to allow the center of her bra to be visible.

The end result was being the most fuckable mother in the city, and she succeeded in that.

Now it was time for the hard part. Satisfied with her salacious appearance, she left her bedroom and headed barefoot down the stairs towards the kitchen. She could hear the tv on. Her son liked watching tv while eating breakfast at the table.

The moment their eyes met, she knew she had him. She knew her son would fall for this and that Leo would have an easier time transitioning to a new life here. All because of what she could offer.

She watched her son struggle to eat his cereal and she stepped into the kitchen to prepare her breakfast, as if this outfit was perfectly natural.

"Mom," he gasped, putting his spoon down. "What are you wearing?"

"Like it? It's a new set."

Making a point, she twirled around in a circle like a ballerina, causing the hem of the small robe to lift and temporarily show more of her legs. The knot at the center remained firm, keeping the treasures on her chest covered.

He gulped. "It seems... umm... random. It's freezing outside and you're wearing that?"

"Agent Sabatini got me this gift. It was so exotic that I just had to give it a try. It feels fantastic against my skin."

"I bet."

Her son gulped while still looking and so she turned up the heat.

"Every woman deserves the feeling of elegance," Giavanna said. "So I figured, with all the stress I'm going through, why not wear it? I feel like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown if I don't do anything to relax."

"Is that why Sabatini bought that for you? Because you're becoming a nervous wreck?"

"I guess so. She knows what I like and what makes me feel good. We're kinda becoming friends, I think. Can you believe that?"

He laughed. "Now that's funny. I thought you hated her."

"We've worked out our differences. Most Italian women find common ground in the end."

"That's cool. You seem happier this morning. You're not as stressed out as the last few days."

Giavanna smiled and rubbed under the cup of her bra and robe, letting her hands slide down to her hips and waist.

"Told ya, expensive lingerie is my best friend," she happily stated while preparing some hot coffee. "Speaking of sexy outfits, meet any ladies at the mall?"

"Here? No way. There are some cute girls, but I don't know how to talk to them. It's a different thing out here."

"You can always try today," she chirped. "I'm fine being home alone."

"Did you see the news? It's snowing all week."

"It can't be that bad. You have a new coat."

Leo brushed off the idea. "And freeze my balls off? It'll take me a while to get used to this place."

"So what are your plans?"

He sighed. "I'm trapped here watching Netflix until I can transfer my credits to a new college. What else is there?"

All the more reason why the agent was right. With each passing day, she could see the life slowly draining from her son. Deep down, she knew what had to be done.

She sat across the table from her son. "I'm so sorry. You're handling this well. Thanks for being a real trooper about everything."

"It's not like I had a choice," he replied, with a faint disdain in his voice.

Giavanna could tell that her son was still bitter about living under witness protection. It would likely take years before things would ever become 'normal' between them. And she knew that her son would always feel resentment.

She took a deep breath. She forged ahead.

"Want to hear something hilarious?" Giavanna said with a youthful mischief to appeal to her son. "It's about the agent. I feel horrible for telling you this, but oh my god, it's divine."

"What happened?" he asked, perking up.

"You know..." she started, just above a whisper. "She told me that she fucks her own son. She gives blowjobs or whatever."

Leo nearly choked. "What?!"

"Yeah, you heard that right. She travels all the time for her really, really important work, so that's how she maintains a healthy relationship at home. With her mouth and pussy, probably her ass too."

"She's obviously lying," Leo smiled. "Come on, there's no way."

Giavanna shrugged. "Trust me, I have great instincts, especially when it comes to other women. She's definitely telling the truth. She's a son-fucker."

"Jeez, that's wild."

She shrugged again. "You think so? I can see that happening."

"But she's like a block of ice."

"Maternal instincts are powerful. I could see it being true under the right set of circumstances."

"Mom, the agent is kinda crazy if that story is true. I mean, it's gross. Seriously."

The coffee was ready and Giavanna poured herself a cup. She brought her steaming cup to the dining table and put it down. Then she stood before her son with her tiny silk robe on full display.

"It's not as crazy as you think," Giavanna said, slowly swaying her hips, which seemed to mesmerize her son. "What? You're telling me that it wouldn't work on you?"

He gulped. "Seriously? It's weird."

It was the moment of truth, and if Giavanna was going to do this, now was her chance. She saw something in her son's eyes. There was an awkward tension between them and it only made her pussy ache.

"I know you're still mad at me," she said. "And yes, I deserve every bit of it. I'd be furious as hell if my mother pulled me away to a witness protection program."

"Mom, I..."

She put her finger on her son's lips. "If I opened my robe for you, will you please be a little more patient with our current situation? The trial is going to be the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life. I don't need the extra stress."

Her son understood, giving a short nod, wondering if this was real.

Giavanna untied her robe and held it open for the visual enjoyment of her son. She could see his eyes widen. Sure, her son had caught glimpses of her in bras and panties before, and there were countless times where she'd be in a small bikini in their old backyard pool.

This was different. This was specifically for him. And the lace material only made things more enticing as the color of her areolas were visible. Her nipples hardened.

When Leo's eyes drifted down, Giavanna felt a pulsing feeling in her pussy. It was too much to handle, so she closed her robe and tied it.

"You see," she said, shutting her robe. "Women have the ability to do provocative things, and horny young men like yourself are willing to reap the benefits."

"Sorry," he blushed.

"Well who would have thought? Now you're the one apologizing to me."

She gave a playful smile at the role-reversal her lingerie-clad body had inspired, and sat down to have a cup of coffee, which she no longer needed after all the natural stimulation she had gotten.

***

One of the few perks to this old home was the upstairs hot tub. It seemed like the right time to use it.

Her son had just gone outside to shovel some of the snow around their house to make things easier for the mail delivery person. It was done at her request. And when Leo came back inside the house, he was shivering and shaking, even with the new coat on.

"That bad?" she asked, crossing her arms to keep herself warm after the door was opened.

"Worse. God, this fucking sucks."

"Watch your language around the house. I know it's tough. Thanks for doing what I asked."

"Yeah, it beats sitting down all day," he groaned.

"I made a hot bath upstairs. I was just about to get in. Why don't you go first? It'll warm you right up."

"Maybe later. You go ahead."

The same pulsing feeling in her legs returned along with a powerful desire. Her heart was thumping. Her son was agitated and moody after doing home chores he had never done before.

She kept thinking about the advice of the agent; that the trial would only make things more stressful, that she needed to get her home life in order.

"I want you to use the bath," she said, letting the side of her robe fall down her shoulder. "I insist. The water is still hot... and... I'll teach you how to relax with some of my scented oils."

Dumbfounded, he gulped loudly. "I guess that does sound nice. I could use something to warm me up."

Her son's voice turned soft and almost squeaky. She knew this was working. The biggest question on her mind now was, could she actually go through with it?

They went upstairs to the bathroom. Giavanna told her son to strip and to lay in the bath. That she'd be there in a moment once she was ready.

She took her time in her bedroom to look for what she needed. Illicit thoughts swirled through her stressed out mind. Her hands were almost shaking.

Dressed in the same silk robe as the morning, she headed towards the bathroom where her son was laying in the tub. His clothes were on the rack and he was naked. This was the first time she had ever seen her son like this before and she didn't know how to react.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

"Great. It's been a long time since I've had a bath."

She turned to the mirror and checked her reflection. She looked good, up to her own high standards of appearance. In the mirror, she saw her son's reflection. Leo appeared tense from the situation.

"You'll feel a lot better with this bath oil," Giavanna said, turning to face her son. "It's a shame more people don't use this."

She dangled the small bottle with her pinched fingers and smiled, making her son smile as well.

"Can you take your robe off?" he asked cautiously. "I'm sure you don't want anything to splash on it."

She nodded. "This is an expensive robe."

Giavanna knew she was playing a dangerous game with her son. And she knew that her son was pushing things along, catching wind of her deviant plan.

Slipping off her robe, she hung it on a rack and stood in her lace bra and panties. The steam from the bath kept her warm, so did her rapidly beating heart.

She approached the bathtub, and when she did, she saw her son's penis for the first time as an adult. She saw it clearly through the water and Leo made no attempt to cover it. It was semi-erect and ready to be pleased.

Kneeling down, Giavanna opened the cap of the oil bottle.

"I know what you're doing," Leo said with great conflict. "You're doing what the agent did, aren't you?"

"Can you blame me? It really cheered you up this morning. I know it's been a while since you've had a girl to flirt with."

"Or even touch..."

Giavanna nearly gasped and she could have sworn that her son's penis grew an extra inch. It looked like it was swelling inside the bath.

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"It would be nice if you could, you know, touch my skin and give me a massage or something. I mean, if you want to."

Leo kept his eyes forward, ashamed of his request, and Giavanna hadn't been this aroused in years. Her son wanted this. She wanted to do this but she was torn. The most she expected was to show and tease her body, but to touch her son sexually?

"I can rub the oil on you," she said. "I'm sure that'll feel nice in the hot bath."

"Thanks mom. You don't have to, but it would be nice."

"It's the least I could do. You're an angel for putting up with me, for sticking through all this. The trial will be over soon, okay?"

She poured the scented oil in the palm of her hand and pressed it against her son's neck, slathering it over his skin. She had given him massages before, but they were always short and playful.

"I meant... umm... lower," he said during the neck rub. "Can you go lower?"

She swallowed her saliva. "Do you want a handjob?"

"I don't know," he said with his head down. "Will you do it?"

The palm of her oiled hand slid across her son's neck and shoulders, across his stomach, then down into the water towards that hardening cock. When she touched it, it jerked in her hand. Then she gave it a good squeeze.

Beneath her fingers, she felt it swell to full attention. Her son's cock was painfully erect and in desperate need of pleasure.

"You've earned this," she said.

Her son moaned as she kept her tight grip and stroked up and down. Her fingers were soft and delicate, and with the oil, the touch was sensational. Her son's body was so tense. So was hers. They were both in an awkward frenzy during the bathtub handjob.