“Lose it. I don’t want you covered.”
She folded it neatly and placed it on the coffee table then stood trying to cover herself with her arms.
“Arms at your sides. I don’t want you covered,” JJ told her. “Turn around.” She made a slow turn in front of him. “What size bra do you wear?”
“What?”
“You heard me. What size bra?”
“36 D.”
“Underwear?”
“These are a ten.”
“They’re baggy. You need smaller. What do you sleep in?”
“I have cotton nightgowns.”
“Little House on the Prairie style I assume?”
“They’re long, if that’s what you mean.”
“Figures. I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t leave the house.”
JJ left the house and drove away. While he was gone Mary went to her room and looked in the full length mirror at herself. No man, not even her husband had seen her dressed like this in many years. Mary felt exposed but knew her son’s instructions needed to be followed.
JJ returned about 45 minutes later. “Mother, where are you?” he called.
“In my room.”
JJ walked in and handed her a Kohl’s shopping bag.
“What’s this?”
“Your new uniforms and sleepwear. Go try one on,” he directed.
She took the bag into her bath, closing the door behind her. Setting the bag on the counter, she began removing the items. There were seven pairs of matching bras and panties. Each in a different color with hose to match. They were far more stylish than she had ever worn, and more revealing. On the bottom of the bag were three nightgowns. They were short with spaghetti straps and deeply cut between the breasts. She stepped back into her room.
“I can’t wear any of this in front of you. You’re my son.”
“You’ll wear that or nothing at all,” he told her. Mary stood there, almost defiantly. “Either go put them on or I’ll blister your ass for you.” She turned back into the bathroom. “Leave the door open.”
The bath was large enough that she could change without being seen, but leaving the door open where he might walk in on her was unnerving. Mary removed the tags on a mauve set then undressed. After putting on the bra, panties, and thigh highs, she looked in the mirror. Mary blushed at her reflection. Half her breasts were exposed. The French cut panties only covered half her ass and pubic hair was visible on three sides of the front triangle.
“These are too small,” she called.
“Let me see,” her son directed.
His instruction wasn’t a request. It was a command. Sheepishly, she stepped to the doorway and stopped. JJ was sitting on the foot of the bed waiting.
“Come here. I want a better look.” Mary was blushing but walked to him. He looked her over from chest to toes. “Turn around.” She took a slow turn as he looked.
“They’re too small,” she said.
“Are they comfortable?”
“Yes, but too, too…”
“Revealing?” he asked.
“Yes. Too revealing,” she admitted.
“I think they’re perfect. Get me all your old underwear.”
“Why?” she asked.
JJ smacked her hard across the ass. “Don’t question me again.”
Mary opened her top drawer and handed him everything. It was all white and granny style like the ones she had been wearing.
“I’m throwing these in the trash. From now on you wear the ones I bought and nothing else. At night you will wear your new nighties. Get rid of the old ones. From now on you leave your hair down. No more buns. When you put on makeup there will be no more pancake crap. I want you to look like a woman your own age, not an old school marm. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“One more thing. Your bush is overgrown. I want it trimmed and kept short.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get me the underwear you took off and your nightgowns.”
She went back into the bathroom and picked up the bra and panties and brought them to him. Opening the bottom drawer of the dresser she got her three old nightgowns and added them to the pile. He watched her as she moved and realized he was getting aroused looking at her shapely body.
“Put your new things away then join me in the living room. Bring us both glasses of wine when you come.”
“Yes, sir.”
JJ gathered up the clothes and left the room. He unceremoniously threw it all in the kitchen trash can.
JJ sat on the couch waiting and thinking. Her bitching had disappeared after the spanking. He hadn’t told her to call him sir. She had done that on her own. His father had always been passive when dealing with her. She wasn’t aggressive, just bitchy. Was she submissive, he wondered. His intent had been to control the bitching. He hadn’t even thought of the sexuality of the situation, but here he was admiring her shapely body and getting aroused. She was a beautiful woman but that had been hidden in her matronly demeanor. Mary walked through the living room and into the kitchen about fifteen minutes later. She seemed to stand taller and straighter now. She looked hot.
As she entered the room again carrying their wine he noticed that she had already done the grooming of her pubic hair. It was a real improvement. She wanted to please him. Mary smiled as she offered him his glass then joined him on the couch, saying nothing.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Oddly enough, I am. My new clothes are very pretty.”
“Sexy too,” he replied.
“I wouldn’t know about that. I’m not a very sexual person.”
“You don’t like sex?”
“I don’t have much experience with it. I suppose…no I don’t suppose. Sex was boring.”
JJ chuckled. “You must not have been doing it right.”
“Apparently not.”
“Mom, if you’re going to live here I want you to feel at home. How do you see your role here?”
“I’m your mother. I’ll take care of the meals, laundry, keep up the house, and tend to you.”
“Tend to me how?”
“Well, whatever you need, I guess. Your father had me help with his baths or showers. He also liked back rubs.”
“What did he do for you?”
“He was the breadwinner. Your father put the roof over our heads and food on the table.”
“But what did he do for you personally? Did he help you bathe? Rub your back? Massage your feet?”
“No, of course not.”
“What did dad do to show you affection?”
“Well…uh…,”
“Shit. No wonder you were bitchy.”
“Your father is a good provider.”
“Yeah, but there’s more to being a husband that just bringing home a paycheck.” Mary didn’t respond to the comment. “He must have shown affection somehow?” he asked. She still didn’t reply. “Sex?”
“Early in our marriage there was sex every day. Now it’s every couple of months. That’s how it’s been for years. It’s the same every time. It always has been. Lights out. Put it in. Ejaculate. Fall asleep.”
“Damn. Do you at least orgasms?” She didn’t reply. “Do you?”
“No,” she said frustratedly.
“Never?”
“JJ not all women orgasm.”
“I’ve read that less than half do during intercourse, but with oral sex the number is much higher.”
“I wouldn’t know about that.”
JJ sat up straight and turned to her. “You’ve never had oral sex?”
“That’s not something a mother discusses with her son.”
“It is now. Have you ever had oral sex?”
“No.”
“Has dad had you do him?”
“No. Our sex is with him on top and his penis inside me. It lasts about two or three minutes. I go clean up and by the time I return he’s asleep.”
“Jesus! So, you’re his cum dump. What an inconsiderate asshole.”
“He’s a good provider.”
“Yeah, so you said. I always thought there was no such thing as bad sex. Obviously, I was wrong. Sex can be a beautiful fulfilling experience for both people. It should be that way. It should leave a smile on your face for hours. You got screwed; figuratively, not literally.”
“I’m too old to change that now,” she said.
“Bull shit! Women reach their sexual prime at your age.”
“What time do you get up? I’ll have coffee ready for you?”
“You don’t have to do that,” he assured her.
“I want to do that. What time?”
“Seven. I leave for work at 8:45.”
“What do you like for breakfast?”
“Toast and coffee usually. Sometimes a bagel with cream cheese.”
“Do you shower in the morning or evening?”
“Usually just before bed.”
“Where are your pajamas? I’ll lay them out for you.”
“I don’t wear pajamas. I sleep nude.” Her brow raised. “You should try it. It’s very liberating.”
“I’ll take your word for that,” she said.
“Being naked is perfectly normal. I usually don’t dress in the morning until after breakfast. I suppose I’ll have to change that now.”
“Don’t change your routines because I’m here. This is your home.”
“Right. You’re dressed like this, and I join you buck naked at the table. That might create an issue.”
“This is my regular attire now. You selected it. Dress or undress as you want.”
“That wouldn’t bother you?”
“I’ve seen you naked many times.”
“That was twenty years ago, mom.”
JJ had a full erection. The thought of walking around nude in front of his scantily clad mother had triggered it. She gave no sign that it would bother her. He wondered if maybe the idea was having the same effect on her.
“I’m off to the shower,” he said standing.
He was careful to face away from her as he stood. JJ needed some relief. He undressed, dropping his clothes on the foot of the bed and went to his walk-in shower. After adjusting the water, he stepped in. His boner stood at full stature.
“Shampoo first?” his mother asked.
He quickly turned his back to her to hide his erection.
“Mother, I’m taking a shower!”
“I’m aware of that. I’m here to help. Do you want your hair washed first?”
“I can do my shower.”
“I’m sure you can. Am I starting with your hair or your body?” She wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
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