Lingerie Moms: The Collection

"For starters, you need a reason for either him to come on to you, or for you to come on to him. Since we're in a lingerie shop, we should obviously start with that. I'll see to it that you wear some of our higher-end items for your son," the saleswoman said in a caring manner.

"I'd appreciate that. I've always found lingerie and undergarments to be very appealing, but I've never had the courage to actually step inside of a store like this and purchase any."

Meredith put her hand on Sara's shoulder and led her around the room. "Well consider this your lucky day. I also have the perfect plan for what you need. Do you date often? Judging by your career and appearance, I'd say that you're too busy working to spend time with men and that you're quite pent up sexually. No offense."

"None taken," she replied. "And you would be right about that. Since I got promoted a few years ago, my love life has really suffered. Either I'm too busy to date, or the men I do have time to date are intimidated by a woman who makes more money than them. So, here I am, a single woman."

"I hear that all too often. It's the price of success that many women have to endure. But you're in luck. Because when I get done with you, you'll have your own vibrant son to fulfill of all of your sexual needs and you'll be taking care of his. I just wish more working mothers would understand the benefits of incest."

Sara blushed, "Incest. Now there's a word that I never thought I would hear about myself. But at the same time, I'm excited about all of the new possibilities."

"As you should be," the saleswoman said proudly. "I love an open minded woman. Now let's get started. I have some special items in mind for you."

Meredith's hands sifted through the assorted array of bras hanging on the rack. She finally picked out the one she was looking for and showed it to the single mother.

"I want you to wear this all day in the office, you know, to build up your arousal. Then later, at home, I want you to ask Tom for his opinion on some of your other outfits. Tell him it's for a date. Change your top in front of him, and once he sees this sexy bra on you, well, let's just say that it's a great conversation starter to get things going. It never fails. Believe it."

"That sounds so...so...bad," Sara said of the saleswoman's plan. "And I mean that in a good way. I'm getting excited just thinking about it."

Meredith grinned, "Then it's working already. But first, we need to make sure that this bra is the right size and has the right look for you. Now get undressed and try it on."

"Right here? Now?" she asked curiously in the middle of the store.

"I don't see why not. The light in the changing room is a little dim at the moment, so you can see yourself better out here."

"But...what if someone walks in?" she asked nervously.

"You don't have to worry about that. I don't get many customers during work hour if you know what I mean. Most of my clients are business oriented women who are busy during this time. Trust me, we'll be fine doing this here."

Sara took a deep breath. "Okay...fine..."

She took off her jacket and placed it on a nearby rack. She looked Meredith directly in her eyes while she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her tanned and toned figure. And after another deep breath, Sara reached back and undid her bra and placed it on top of her other clothes, revealing her average sized breasts with their large pink nipples standing out. She had a bikini tan line from all the sunbathing she did at home and her breasts were pale white in comparison to the rest of her upper body.

"You have such great tits," the saleswoman said with admiration. "Do you mind if I touch them?"

"At this point, you already know more secrets about me than my own mother does. Why not?"

The saleswoman put down the bra and reached out to cup the breasts of the topless woman standing before her. Her hands gently squeezed and massaged the breasts on all corners.

"They're so soft and firm," Meredith noted as she continued giving a massage. "Tell me, how did this start between you and your son? When did you start fantasizing about him?"

Sara took a deep breath and began to reminisce. "Well, it began over a year ago actually. I came out of the shower with just a towel on, and my bedroom door was open when my son coincidentally walked by. He gave me a look which I never saw from him before, or any other man for that matter. He quickly walked away when I caught him, but I never forgot that moment. It felt nice being desired like that after so long. I had never felt so beautiful. I knew it was wrong on my part, but I couldn't help myself from wearing less around the house to tease him a little and see his reaction, and when I turned my head away, I knew he would be looking at me. It wasn't a normal look either. It was the look of a young man who wanted to screw his own mother. I found that to be absolutely thrilling and I've been fantasizing about that ever since."

"What a beautiful story," Meredith replied. "I never get tired of hearing about how women come to realize these things and how they come to accept it. I only wish that more women would be as brave as you."

The saleswoman let go of Sara's breasts and picked up the bra for her to wear. Sara raised her arms, and Meredith skillfully slid the straps up each arm, wrapped the bra around her chest, and clasped it behind her back. When it was on, Meredith stood behind Sara and they both marveled at the simple transformation in front of a large mirror.

"So what do you think?"

"It's...It's a see-through bra," Sara noted, with her pink nipples on full display through the thin fabric.

"I know. Does that bother you?"

"No. I was just a little taken aback, that's all. He's going to be seeing me naked anyway right? But it just looks a little..."

"Slutty?"

"Yeah, it does look slutty," Sara replied. "And that's another thing I never thought I'd ever say about myself because I've always been raised to be a proud feminist."

"If it makes you feel any better, a mother's lust for her son has nothing to do with political affiliation or ideology," she replied with a grin. "You would be surprised to know what kind of women walk through my doors on a regular basis."

"Well, if a woman like me would be standing here like this, then I wouldn't be surprised by who else might be interested in the same taboo."

"Now you're getting it," Meredith winked.

"God, I'm so nervous. My hands are shaking. Were you like this your first time also? I mean, you do this also right?"

Meredith smiled, "It's a funny thing. Friends of mine always complain that they hardly ever see their kids again after they move out, and they always ask me how I get my two boys to drive back home during the weekends from college. I just laugh and tell them it's my cooking. But it's obviously a little more than that. So to answer your question, YES, I have a sexual relationship with my two sons. And it's the best decision I've ever made in my life."

"Oh my. What a good deal. Two is always better than one right? And I take it that your friends and neighbors don't know about this little arrangement with you have with your young men."

"Of course not," she replied. "I don't want to be publicly known as the whore that screws her sons. I've always kept my personal life, my sex life, and my business all separate. But since I opened this place several years ago and have talked to other women like you, I knew I had to do my part. And soon, you'll be the perfect slut mother for your son, just like the rest of us. And you'll love it."

"A what mother?" Sara inquired.

"A slut mother. You know, a middle-aged soccer mom, single, classy, prim & proper. She's lonely and has a romantic nature, until she eventually realizes that her son is the only man for her because of the special maternal bond they share. At which point, after a long process of self-deliberation, she finally takes the leap to seduce him and fuck him like crazy for years to come, submitting to him sexually for whatever his heart desires. That is a 'slut mother'. Am I wrong in characterizing you in that way?"

"Well...I guess I am a 'slut mother' if that's how you want to phrase it. I mean I'm not yet, but obviously the way that we're headed, it's bound to happen. I guess you can call me a slut mother in-training."

Meredith raised an eyebrow, "Hmmm...'in-training' would be the right way to put it. But of course you wouldn't fully be his slut until you cross the final boundary- a boundary which goes beyond simply having sexual intercourse."

"Which is?" she asked.

"You'll know once you get there. But until then, that's a real high-end piece of undergarment you're wearing, but since I like you so much, I'll give it to you for free, just this once."

"You've already done more than enough for me with all of your advice and support. I'd like to pay full price. Thank you for the kind offer though."

"Well, then maybe we can compromise somehow," Meredith smiled.

"What do you do you mean?" Sara asked.

"I insist on giving you the item for free, and you insist on paying full price. Maybe we can compromise somewhere. And maybe that compromise can come in the form of a gift which you can bring to me when the time is right, assuming everything goes as planned with you and Tom."

"Sure, I suppose. And what exactly would this gift be?"

Meredith leaned forward and whispered something in Sara's ear, and when she heard it, Sara couldn't help but blush.

***

A few days had passed, and Sara arrived home to the sight of her son watching tv in the living room.

"Hey mom," he said as he glanced at her, with his attention still on the sports game. "Just got back from shopping huh?"

She held up her shopping bag and smiled, "Yep. I swung by the mall since I was able to leave work early. Speaking of which, would you mind helping me out for a moment? I'd really appreciate a male's perspective on some of these new outfits that I've just bought."

"Uh, maybe later mom. I'm in the middle of something here," he replied, with his eyes still glued to the television. "I'm catching up on sports after a busy week."

"Well that's too bad. I've got a date tomorrow and I really wanted a second opinion while I'm in the mood to play dress up."

Tom's eyes lit up. "You've got a date tomorrow? That's great news! I mean, you've been single for so long and I was really starting to get worried about you being lonely and all that."

"Which is why I want to put in the extra effort to look my best," she added. "And I think it's important to have the right outfit, don't you? It will only take a few minutes of your time. I just want your opinion on how I look with the different shirts I bought."

"In that case, I'd love to help," he said, hiding his enthusiasm.

***

She told him that she needed a moment to freshen up before she could model for him. And when the time came, he headed up the stairs and towards her bedroom as expected.

"Have a seat on my bed," she said as her son stepped inside her room. "So what do you think about this outfit?"

Tom sat on his mother's bed and Sara immediately struck various model poses for him. Her outfit was professional, elegant, and sassy, all at the same time. She was barefoot and wore her knee-length black colored skirt that she often wears to work. Her top was a thinly clad sweater, made entirely out of silk. And of course her make-up and hair were done to perfection as always.

"I think if you show up like this for your date, you might have to fight off his marriage proposals," he gushed. "Seriously, you look like the ideal woman for any man."

"Thanks sweetie. You've always had a way with words, and you always know how to make me feel special," she smiled.

"Well, I wouldn't be saying that if it wasn't true."

"Thanks again. But let's not forget that there are other new outfits too. Do you mind if just pull my top off and change right here instead of having to run in and out of the bathroom to undress? I'm sure you're old enough that you don't mind seeing your mother like this. Plus I'm wearing something underneath, so it's not like I would be topless."

"I don't mind at all. It would actually make things quicker since I have a game to watch."

"Good, I'm glad you're being mature about this. And you're right about the quicker part, I have things to do as well."

With that said, she pulled off her top in the most nonchalant manner, as if she wasn't exposing him to her see-through bra. She undressed as if she was wearing a simple t-shirt underneath. She put the sweater down and clumsily pretended to get her next shirt ready, in an attempt to stall to give him more time to soak in what he was seeing, and it worked. Her heart raced and she saw him squirm in the corner of her eyes.

"You must...uh...really like this guy," she said, stammering slightly at his words.

"Sure I do," she smiled. "I wouldn't be going through all of this trouble if I didn't. Why do you mention it?"

He paused and gawked at her body. "Um...your chest mom. Your bra is really thin and I can see the goods. And by the looks of things...um...yeah...I'd say you look pretty excited for this date of yours."

Sara looked down at herself and pretended to be surprised that her swollen nipples being visible. "Oh, that. I forgot that I had this on. I picked it up at a lingerie store the other day and I wanted to get comfortable in it, so I wore it to work. You don't mind seeing your mother like this, do you?"

She ran her fingers along each cup, just under the wire of the bra, in order to 'adjust' it against her ribs to make it even more comfortable than it already was.

"Oh, well that makes sense," Tom said as started making 'adjustments' of his own.

"What's the matter? You're starting to get fidgety over there. Is something wrong?"

It was perfectly clear to Sara that her son was becoming aroused. She loved it. And whatever feeling of doubt or second guessing that she had about doing this disappeared that very moment.

"I'm fine," he replied calmly. "You look great, mom."

"Are you becoming aroused? It's okay if you are."

He immediately used his hands to cover the bulge growing underneath his shorts. It came as a complete surprise to him that not only did his mother notice, but that she was also brazen enough to bluntly call him out on it.

"Sorry mom. I didn't mean for that to happen. It's a natural reaction seeing a woman dressed the way you are."

"Don't be shy," she said in a reassuring tone. "I actually find it flattering that you think I'm attractive. Women like to feel attractive. In fact, I'd be pretty upset if you didn't have this reaction towards me right now. It just means that this undergarment is working."

"But... shouldn't you be shocked? Aren't you upset?"

"You know, you've been a good son to me for all these years. Since it became just you and me living alone together, it's been a real joy watching you grow up and become a young man. And you've treated me so well. So if you want or need help taking care of that, I wouldn't mind giving you a hand."

He paused for a moment, unsure what exactly to make of his mother's candid words.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked in disbelief.

She nodded. "I would gladly take care of that erection if you're interested. I don't think I can get any clearer than that."

"I...I'd actually like that mom. I've thought about this happening a lot. It's kind of embarrassing to admit this, but you're the first woman that I had ever thought about when I started masturbating. And sometimes, I still think about you in that way. So it would be really nice if you were to do something like that for me."

"I've always suspected that. But I'm glad that I know for sure."

Sara took a few steps forward and looked her son straight in the eyes as he sat on the bed.

"Reach behind me and take off my top," she said in a low and commanding voice.

His hands were unsteady as he nervously reached behind her to unclasp his mother's bra. Once freed, she moved her arms in the appropriate manner and let her bra fall to the floor. Tom's eyes roamed his mother's chest, around her slightly sagging breasts, as her large pink nipples became stiff with arousal.

"They're beautiful, mom. You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you," she proudly replied. "You can play with them if you want. I don't mind."

Tom hesitantly paused for a moment, before lifting his hands to squeeze his mother's breasts and play with her large nipples with his fingers. He squeezed and caressed them, and when he was done with that, he leaned forward and sucked each nipple in his mouth. He kept going until he felt his mother's hand on his head, stopping him.

"Wait," she said. "There's something I need to tell you: There is no date. I'm not dressing up for another man. This was all set up for you. So if you're interested in going even further with me, I'd love to be your submissive little slut mother."

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"It means that as your mother, I would do whatever you want and I would take care of all of your needs. Also, as your mother, I would make sure that you enjoy yourself fully, and that you can experience all of the pleasures that a man can receive from a woman."

He gave his mother a deviant look. "If I say yes, does that really mean you'll do whatever sexual thing I want you to do?"

"Anything within reason of course," she smiled. "I'm not going to give you all of my money or be your slave. But if you want me to dress up in slutty outfits around the house, I will. If I'm doing the dishes and you want to have sex, all you have to do is lift up my dress and you can have me. If I'm relaxing around the house and you decide you want a blowjob, all you would have to do is pull your pants down and I'll handle the rest. Sound good?"

He smiled back at her, "If you really mean it, then yes, I'm interested. And I want you on your knees to start things off."

"Right now?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, right now."

She got down on her knees, in between his legs, and began undoing the top of her son's shorts. It didn't take long for her to free his youthful erection and hold it in her hand.

"Oh my," she gasped. "You've become quite the young man."

Her hand gripped his manhood tightly and stroked him up and down. She marveled at the sight of her son's large sex organ.

"Your hands feel so good there mom. It's been a while since I've been pleasured like this," he groaned.

"That's a real shame. You deserve having your needs taken care of as often as possible. So...do you want me to keep stroking you like this until you finish? Or do you have anything else in mind for your mother to do?"

"Can you...I don't know how to say this mom..."

"It's okay Tom. I don't want you to be nervous about any of this. My body is yours now remember?" she replied with sincerity.

He took a deep breath. "Can you suck my cock? It's been a long time since I've felt that. And I've always wondered how that would feel from an experienced older woman."

"Well wonder no more," she smiled.

Sara pointed the cock in her hand straight up and then she bent down to put it in her mouth. She sucked and slurped. She bobbed her head up and down, side to side. And she proudly used all of the oral sex experience she had accumulated over her lifetime to ensure that her son could get the best blowjob he could possibly experience.

"Oh my god..." he moaned, looking down at his mother in action. "Oh fuck...this feels unbelievable..."

Her mouth made a 'plop' sound as she took him out of her mouth to look him straight in the eyes. "Thanks. I'm doing my best for you."

With that said, she returned her mouth back to his throbbing and saliva covered cock, and she continued to suck with all of her might. Her head continued bobbing, but her eyes were still locked onto her son's.