He’d shut down his computer and put his collection of his mother’s discarded pantyhose under the bed just in time as he heard her approaching and then a polite knock on the door.
“Come to my room Brendan we need to talk,” his mother said.
Brendan got up and followed his mother’s cloud of perfume. When they entered her bedroom and she turned to him, his eyes went to her pretty face and then slid down her body to those glorious long legs, her sheer shiny nude pantyhose glittering in the sunlight as the last of it streamed through the window.
Susan had a look of consternation on her face and she sat down on the bed and tapped the coverlet beside her. As she sat down her skirt rode up exposing acres of plump thigh.
“We need to talk again Brendan,” his mother said in the husky voice that sounded so sexy to him.
Brendan sat down next to his mother, her mere proximity causing him to become tumescent. He did his best to hide it and to stop staring at his mother’s legs which would only make the matter worse.
“I thought we had agreed that you would stop pilfering my underwear Brendan,” his mother said sternly.
“No! I’m…” Brendan exclaimed before his mother cut him off.
“Don’t lie to me son. I know what semen stains look like. I keep finding them in my nylons and panties and it could only be you who put them there. I know you are trying to disguise what you are doing with them but I can tell. Any woman can tell when her intimates have been tampered with,” Susan sighed, looking down at the carpet.
“I deliberately leave my discarded nylons on top of the trash where you can find them and I know that you take them. So why are you so bent on using the nylons and panties I’m still wearing when I know you have a collection of my old nylons under your bed?” Susan turned to face her son.
Brendan froze. His mother knew about his nylons collection. Well why wouldn’t she; she was the one who cleaned and vacuumed his room after all. At least she didn’t know about the camera otherwise she would have led with that.
“Come on son, tell me,” Susan said, putting her hand on her son’s leg to encourage him.
Brendan looked down at his mother’s long fingers adorned with inexpensive gaudy rings, her long fingernails polished to a bright red hue, only inches from his hard cock.
“The truth mom? There is something special about the underwear you have worn. The ones you discard and I take from the trash lose their allure not long after I’ve taken them. Knowing that the panties and pantyhose in the laundry basket have been taken recently from your body does something. They have your smell, your essence on them. When I touch them I feel like I’m touching you,” Brendan confessed.
“What do you mean touching me Brendan?” Susan sounded alarmed.
“What’s wrong with you? Do you want to fuck your own mother?” she hissed.
“No mom! It’s just that I want a woman who is very much like you. There is something about you,” Brendan was lost for words.
“Brendan, I’m close to forty and I’m big-assed. You should be chasing pretty young cheerleaders,” Susan patted her son’s leg reassuringly.
“But that’s it mom. I don’t like those skinny-ass, bare-legged, fresh-faced cheerleader types. I like mature women who wear pantyhose and dress sophisticated, wear lots of makeup and have long legs and big asses. Women like you… but not you if you know what I mean,” Brendan stumbled on.
“Yes I kind of get it. I know what a MILF is and I suppose I should be flattered but it’s a bit creepy knowing that I’m my son’s fantasy woman,” Susan chuckled.
Just then the doorbell chimed.
“That’s your aunt Veronica. We have important matters to discuss. Come down and say hello and then excuse yourself and fix yourself something to eat,” Susan patted Brendan’s leg not knowing that her fingers were mere inches away from her son’s hard cock.
Brendan followed his mother downstairs. Veronica was still in her business suit, heels and hose having just come from the fund-raising event.
“My god! Look how big you’ve gotten! You’re almost a full grown man,” Veronica squealed and lunged at Brendan and hugged him and kissed his cheek.
Brendan was enveloped by his big-breasted, heavily perfumed, big-assed, long-legged aunt who looked very much like his mother except for her blonde hair. Brendan’s cock leapt to attention as his aunt smothered him with kisses and held him close. He put his arms around her and hugged her back, inhaling her perfume and delighting in the feel of matronly body against his. His cock pressed into her little pot-belly and he took the liberty of letting his hands drift down to her ass.
Veronica was suddenly aware that Brendan was concupiscent and holding her by her ass. She could feel his cock on her belly and his fingers softly stroking her buttocks. She was a little flattered that a teenage boy found her attractive but unsettled that it was her nephew. Susan had told her about Brendan fiddling with her underwear. Veronica had raised two boys of her own and knew the all about the sexual peculiarities they developed in their teenage years.
She gently eased out of the embrace and took a sly look down and saw the lump in his jeans and smiled to herself, knowing she was responsible.
“I’ll leave you fine ladies to talk business but I’ll just help myself to some cheese and crackers before you settle in,” Brendan said.
He led his mother and his aunt into the kitchen and made a fuss about getting a plate and some cheese and a box of Ritz crackers while Susan made drinks for herself and her sister.
Brendan turned on the voice record function on his phone and secreted it on the shelf under the breakfast bar where he knew that his mother and Veronica sat to talk whenever she visited.
*****
Brendan listened to the recording the next day with some amazement. He knew that his mother and Susan made a lot of money from their business but he didn’t know that they were hiding it in overseas bank accounts or that they were outright fraudsters. His mother’s maxim of frugality not austerity was reflected in the way they lived: a modest house, modest clothes, modest cars, budget holidays and little cash to splash around.
And all the time his bitch mother was hiding millions of dollars!
Brendan wasn’t sure if he was angry at her or more in love with her. What a conniving pair of women they were! But now that Brendan knew, he had leverage. His mother and aunt were scared that this Vlad Holstein guy was going to ruin their business and from what his mother inferred, the Vlad guy had done something very distasteful to her in Veronica’s office. The thought of someone fucking his mother against her will made Brendan become very aroused. That was something he could get off on.
But now that he had leverage he might be able to use it to his own advantage. He went online and did some research.
Susan came home that evening and went straight up to her bedroom. She was wearing a mauve business suit, short-skirted as usual, with sheer taupe control-top pantyhose and shiny black high heels. She was surprised when Brendan followed her into the bedroom. He was holding a folder and had a strange look on his face.
“Whatever it is son, it will have to wait. I want to get out of my heels and change into something a little more comfortable,” Susan said flippantly waving him away.
“I don’t think so mom. Stay dressed just as you are and sit on the bed,” Brendan said, his voice very commanding.
“What did you say? Who do you think you’re talking to Brendan? I’m your mother for god’s sake!” Susan snapped at him angrily.
“I’m talking to a co-conspirator in a Ponzi scheme and I’m holding an FBI Economic Crimes Unit crime reporting document that I downloaded from their website. It will be easier for me to fill it in online I suppose,” Brendan fanned the document in the folder and then dropped it on his mother’s bed.
Susan looked at the FBI logo on the document and her blood froze. She sat down on the bed her head spinning. She was in such a daze that she didn’t realise that her skirt had ridden right up and she was showing off her pretty pink nylon panties with little bows on the front.
Brendan’s eyes locked his mother’s crotch as he sat down beside her.
“You’ve been very naughty mommy,” Brendan chuckled and Susan looked at her son with disbelief.
“But don’t worry I won’t tell anyone,” he continued.
“That is I won’t tell anyone anything so long as you are nice to me,” his smile looked wicked to Susan.
“I’m always nice to you Brendan. You have everything you’ve ever wanted within reason. I’ve never chastised you or been physical with you,” Susan said, her voice filled with shock.
“Not that kind of nice mommy, this kind of nice,” Brendan brazenly put his hand on his mother’s thigh.
As a reflex action, Susan slammed her thick thighs shut but all she succeeded in doing was trapping Brendan’s hand between her legs which pleased him greatly. He had always wanted to feel his mother’s nylon-sheathed legs and now he was. Her skin was soft and warm under the gauzy nylon. Brendan wiggled his fingers so that he could stroke those luscious thighs.
“Stop that Brendan!” his mother hissed.
“Or what? You’ll go to the police? Do we really want to talk to law enforcement or anyone for that matter about what goes on in this house and at your place of work? I know they would be interested. But I prefer you and Susan dressed in power suits and high heels rather than orange jumpsuits with DOC stencilled on the back,” Brendan chuckled.
“You’re blackmailing your own mother?” Susan was astounded.
“You could call it that or you could think of us as partners. Only I’ll be a silent partner because we wouldn’t want anyone to know what happens in this bedroom between us would we mommy,” Brendan leaned in and tried to kiss his mother but she baulked and moved her head away.
“Stop this rubbish immediately Brendan! I’ll put your little display of grossness down to teenage angst or whatever but get your hands off me and get of my room!” Susan pushed her son away and Brendan removed his hand from between her legs.
“Ok mommy. No problems. Brendan stood up and walked to the door and leaned against jamb and pulled out his mobile phone while he studied the document he was holding.
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