Mother's New Found Lover Ch. 01
Date: 03.02.2010Keywords: Ch., Mother's, New, Lover, 01, Found,
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"Copyright © 2006, BarondeSade. ALL Rights Reserved.
An erotic fantasy from the pen of Baron Darkside edited and modified by BarondeSade..."
*PART ONE – AFTER THE DATE*
Susan Meadows, divorced one year earlier, now lived alone with her eighteen-year-old son, Justin. Susan had tried dating on two occasions after her divorce, but found it was just too soon for her to venture back out into society with a man in a one on one situation. While she hadn't dated, she did maintain a friendship with Gloria, one of her girlfriends at work. Gloria was her only contact with the outside world other than her son Justin. Other than work, her entire life seemed to be centered on Justin who had become her close friend and confidant. Even though he was her son, she had established such a secure relationship with him, she felt comfortable going to him with almost any type of problem. Problems that she would have referred to her husband before. He seemed to always be there when she needed him. He would go out of his way to try to help her resolve any problem that arose. It was wonderful to have someone she could be so open with and not have to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing. It was like being married without the sex, she told herself one day after Justin had helped her solve a problem that had, had her stumped. It would be nice to have some sex, too, she thought longingly, but at least she had someone she could lean on. In a way, Justin was functioning as her surrogate husband and it was a real comfort to know that he was always there anytime she needed him.
Six months had passed since Susan's last date and Gloria had finally talked her into going out with one of her friends. Now that the day of her date had finally rolled around, she was having second thoughts about agreeing to such foolhardiness. When she awoke, her stomach was already turning flip-flops at the thought of having to socialize with another man. She was on the verge of calling up Gloria and canceling the date, but finally decided against it.
Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it, it was time to start getting dressed.
Going up to her room, she locked her door and started going through her closet searching for just the right ensemble to wear on her date. It seemed to take her hours to select the appropriate outfit, but she finally decided on a soft, clinging dress of red velvet that would properly display off her considerable assets.
The dress was short enough to show off her long, beautifully curved legs but at the same time it wasn't too short to seem risqué. It was cut low enough to reveal a vast expanse of cleavage allowing her to flaunt the obvious magnificence of her impressive bosom. That decision made, she now had to choose matching underwear. However, since this was her first date with Anthony, she doubted that they would reach a stage of intimacy that would disclose her choice. But, one never could tell, she thought. Another twenty minutes elapsed as she dug through her chest-of-drawers until she found a matching set of panties, brassiere and garter belt. Finally succumbing to time restraints, she chose a matching set of undies and tossed them on the bed beside her dress.
As she stood looking down at her choice of apparel, she realized that she still had butterflies the size of elephants flying around in her stomach. Maybe it would be best to call it off, she thought. Then, thinking that a shower might quiet her, she hurried into her bathroom and turned on the shower.
Stepping under the hot, stinging spray, she let the needles of water dance over her body as she thought about how long it had been since she had been with a man. Looking down at her body, she was proud of what she saw. Her breasts, big and soft were a little droopy, but remained amazingly resilient for a woman who was over forty, she laughed to herself. It was funny, she thought, that she couldn't even admit to herself that she was over forty-five. Running her hands over the soft firmness of her large, jutting breast, she confidentially lifted them and fondled them for a while. With age, her breasts had shrunk down from big, ripe melons to big, ripe cantaloupes but they could still turn eyes whenever she wanted to show them off. Finally she let go of her magnificent breasts and ran her hands down over her firm, flat stomach. She exercised faithfully and her hard, flat belly had only a small insignificant little paunch that she felt was sexy and not unattractive. Letting her hand slip down further, she ran her fingers through her soft, silky pubic hair covering her underbelly. Searching through the tawny, brown fur, she found her sensitive little clitoris sticking out, begging for attention. It had been too long since she had masturbated and she was afraid to touch herself too much or she would have a quick orgasm. She didn't want for that to happen, she thought, but maybe on the other hand it might take the edge of her nervousness.
Deciding against bringing herself to an orgasm, she ran her hands down her long, silky legs, letting them slide over the beautifully shaped curves all the way down to her dainty little feet. Pleased with her appearance, she hurriedly soaped up and washed herself from top to bottom. After she had her beautiful body covered with lather, she stepped under the water and rinsed herself off. She let the warm water cascade down over her for several moments before she finally bent down and turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry herself. Glancing down at her watch, she saw that she needed to hurry and tripped back into her bedroom and went about dressing.
Bending down, sending her big, soft breasts into a fit of jiggling and wiggling, she picked up her panties and quickly pulled them up her long, statuesque legs. Tugging on the high cut panties, she was satisfied with the way they covered her womanhood. The soft, sheer material covered her pussy, but gave a hint of what lay below it. Watching her breasts jiggle and wiggle sexily in the mirror, she reached down to her brassiere. She had briefly thought about going braless, but begrudgingly conceded that no matter how uncomfortable a brassiere was, she had to wear one. Her breasts were just too large and heavy for the dress to support them all alone. Reluctantly picking up the brassiere, she slipped it on backwards with the cups in the back. Fastening the clasp of the brassiere, she quickly spun the brassiere around until it was properly positioned with the cups under her big, swollen breasts. Pulling frilly cups up over the soft, pliant mounds of flesh, she slipped her arms through the shoulder straps. Then with another soft tug, she forced the bra up even farther, pleased with the way it pushed her big, soft breasts together creating a deep, inciting chasm between her mountainous breasts. A few more pokes and prods and she had her breasts settled into the frilly brassiere. Standing before the mirror, she wondered if she should wear hose. Deciding to go full bore, she quickly rummaged through her drawers until she found a lacy little garter belt that matched her panties and brassiere. She could imagine Anthony's surprise and delight, if he knew that she wore a garter under her revealing semi-mini-skirt. Quickly wrapping the belt around her taut, firm belly, she fastened it and dangled the short straps down her long bare legs. Picking a pair of hose with a tiny, almost indiscernible pattern, she hurried about pulling them on. Pulling the thin, smooth hose up, she fastened them to her garter in the front and rear. Shortly, she stood before the mirror wearing her brassiere, panties, garter belt and hose. Quite sexy, she thought to herself as she strode over to the bed and picked up her dress. Slipping it over her head, she let it fall down over her body, covering her risqué underwear. Tugging it down, pushing and poking a little here and a little there, she was finally satisfied with the way she looked. Looking at herself in the mirror, she turned around and saw that her pert little butt stuck out proudly, proclaiming her seductiveness to the world. Turning back around, she looked into the mirror and saw that her bosom was provocatively displayed showing off most of her huge, billowing breasts. Maybe she was displaying too much breast, she thought, but defiantly decided against changing.
Finally, slipping her small feet into a tall pair of stiletto high heels, she was ready..
She quickly gave her long, tawny hair a few strokes with a brush, fluffing and patting it into place. Then picking up her perfume atomizer, she sprayed perfume behind her ears and down the deep crack of her cleavage. Stepping back, she examined herself in the mirror one last time. Satisfied with what she saw, she took a deep breath and clopped out of her room.
Going down the stairs, she looked down and saw that her breasts were so tightly confined, they barely jiggled as she stepped down the stairs.
Stepping off the stairs, she went to the hall closet and pulled out a sweater and slipped it over her shoulders. She was still as jittery as a cat in a rocking chair factory and was seriously thinking about calling off her date. Maybe a call to Gloria for support would help she told herself as she stepped into the kitchen and reached for the phone.
"Wow, Mom, you look great," Justin exclaimed from the table.
"What, uh, oh, Justin," she said, surprised to see her son in the kitchen, "I didn't know that you were down here."
"Just having something to eat," he grinned at her, his eyes moving up and down her body.
She felt uncomfortable about the way his eyes roamed over her body, but she couldn't really blame him. She was rather provocatively dressed after all.
"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked her.
"Some guy named Anthony. Gloria's friend, but I don't know," she whined, "I'm thinking about calling and telling Gloria that I have a headache. I'm really afraid to go out with someone I don't even know.
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Keywords: Ch., Mother's, New, Lover, 01, Found,