The Clowns In My Pants Ch. 02

"Ok, its safe now, I'm dressed. And you can wear this."

Mom looked up to see I was holding up the lingerie. "Oh my goodness, NO!"

"You have to, I've got on the only other robe; besides, you know you can trust me; I'll give you an honest opinion; I'll let you know whether it suits you or not and that Rick really is just a stupid prick for not seeing how sexy you are in it."

"No, I couldn't."

"No nos'. I insist. You trust my opinion don't you."

"It's not that, it's just um."

"These things don't really work well on everyone and if you are going to ditch Rick, the last thing you want to do is scare off future boyfriends by dressing up like Frankenfurter."

"Frank and who?"

"Frankenfurter, Rocky Horror Picture Show, the movie? Never mind; just come out wearing this or there'll be trouble. It'll be fun. I promise to be honest, and not to laugh, and if it makes you too sexy I'll try and keep my hands to myself."

She laughed. "You better! You're crazy. I've nearly finished this champagne now with all your yakking, get outta here."

"Ok, take your time, see you in this soon."

She came out about five minutes later and said "Oh my." I was lying on the bed in the robe.

"Just as I thought, you'd cheat." She had a towel wrapped around her. "You promised you'd wear that outfit."

"I did not."

"Now get back in there, I'm not getting off this bed again till we see how good you look in it." I got off the bed and pushed her back in the room and closed the door behind her.

All the while she was laughing and saying "You're crazy."

She did come out wearing it, looking embarrassed and scared; scared that she'd be told she didn't look any good. In truth she looked like a 50 year old in a corset. (I saw now it was some sort of corset or bodice, or whatever you call those strapless wrap-around things that button up down the front, with matching silk-lined panties that have a button on either side at the hip; all buttons going through large loops that a clumsy lover could undo with ease.) She looked like a 50 year old in a corset designed for a 20 year old.

However, she was my mother, and I did want to fuck her, and she probably looked better than most 50 year olds would in an outfit like that. Better at least than the couple of 50year olds I'd fucked as a training run in case this day should ever arrive. (I didn't want to be in a situation where the reality of a saggy wrinkly body is not all the fantasy it cracks up to be. So I picked up two grannies – purely for research purposes you understand.) Mom is relatively small framed and I think this has held her body together better, her tits are small and don't sag down to around her navel like those of the first big titted fat momma I'd fucked. All this raced through my head in two seconds while she stood there and I decided "Mmmm yes mom you are very fuckable indeed."

"You look ok" I said. I was trying to be nonchalant and trying to say it like "why are you looking so scared and embarrassed, you look fine, relax."

"Turn around, give me the slow fashion-show cat-walk turn so I can see what you look like."

I'd been lazing back on the bed with my hands under my head, trying to be calm and not at all sexually interested. When she turned her back to me, I sat up on the edge of the bed and said "What's that?"

She looked back over her shoulder and then down to where I was indicating. She reached down to the side of her thigh. "Err yuck, it's sticky, err yuck what is it?"

I touched it off her finger and said "Glue, it's glue, it's the jointing glue they use on the pipes, and we must have rubbed some off when we were doing the plumbing. Here, there's another spot on your ankle [there wasn't; it was a lie as an excuse to touch], I'll get it." It was definitely something I hadn't expected and I was thinking "Shit, I'm gone if she works this one out." I knew before I touched it off her finger that it was actually my cum from the water in the Jacuzzi.

"I'll check if there's any more." I ran my hands up the outside of mom's legs, around over the middle of her upper leg and down over her knees, along her shins, and then going back up the back of her legs. I knew, depressingly because I wanted to touch, that I'd also scare her off if my fingers went anywhere close to sexual areas. Forcing myself to be content with the feel of mid thigh and the eye level vision of mom's ass.

Mom's ass was only a tongue lick away. Lightly collagen dimpled but small and looking relatively pert, with black laced silky panties disappearing in a sharp V between her closed legs; my hands absently searching for cum on her thighs. Me wanting so desperately to move and cup those soft cushions, with my fingers straying under the lace, one finger sliding between her cheeks to softly touch at the entrance to the hole in her ass. I could feel moms involuntary reaction to move away from the touch, but at the same time sighing and then taking control of the reaction to move her ass back to meet my touch. Mom spreads her legs at the feel of my hand sliding over the black V, down and under and between her legs, and up, up to the front, my finger teasingly massaging soft circles over the silk covered pussy. Mom bent over, putting both hands flat on the bed, begging me to fuck her slowly from behind. My trigger fingers touched at the buttons on her hips and quickly mom's panties dropped to the floor; my cock so stiff and pointing to the sky I had to push it down firmly to get it at the angle to enter her. Guiding my cock into moms wet and inviting pussy, she cooing softly "Ah yes" at the feel of a full length inside her. My hands on her hips enjoying the view, watching my cock going slowly in and out of my mother. Spreading her ass cheeks with my fingers, fingers moist from her pussy juices; one wet slippery finger pushing gently at the hole, sliding in, mom saying "Ooh I want your cock there too, I want you to fuck me everywhere son."