Hello kiddies this is your Closet Keeper with yet another delicious and naughty tale from a bit of sexy drama that started in . . . you guessed it, the closet.
Jimmy, turned eighteen on October 5, 1999, and for his birthday his mom, Ellen Grant, wanting to give him something a bit different and unexpected, gifted him a cute, four month old midnight black kitten they named Boxer. Just six months earlier, the beloved family cat at age of fifteen finally passed away. Ellen knew Jimmy, like herself, really missed the cat so she thought a gift of a new kitten would really a nice gesture.
One day, roughly a month later, Jimmy was home alone on a lazy Friday afternoon after school. Ellen was at work, she was a vice-principal at one of the local high schools, the same one Jimmy attended, and being a bit bored, Jimmy decided a game of charge and chase with the kitten might be fun.
Charge and chase was a game he invented to play with the extremely playful kitten. As the name implied, he would go running, or charging at Boxer, causing him to flee the other way, but then, after a few feet, he would stop chasing the kitten and suddenly turn and run the opposite way. In response, Boxer would turn around and chase after him.
Today, he decided to add a twist to the game. After charging at Boxer, making him flee the other way, Jimmy would turn quickly and go hide. He simply wanted to test the cat and see if he was smart enough to track him down.
His plan worked perfectly. Almost. After charging at the cat in the upstairs hallway, Jimmy turned and scampered into the first open doorway, his mom's bedroom as it happened, and then into her closet.
Crouching down low in one of the dark corners, he waited to see if Boxer would track him down.
As Jimmy was busy hiding himself deep in her closet Ellen, after leaving the school early because of a bad headache, was just letting herself into the house. With Jimmy already settled in place and hiding in her closet, the house was quiet as she headed upstairs to her room.
Upon hearing Ellen come into the house, the alert kitty went to the top of the stairs and was waiting to greet her. Ellen looked at Boxer and quietly whispered, "Listen little kitty, I am tired and in no mood to play so . . ."
Scooping him up, she took him about half way down the stairs before setting him down in the middle of the steps where one of his favorite toys just happened to be laying—a colorful little catnip filled cloth ball. She kicked the ball down the stairs and Boxer immediately gave chase, allowing Ellen to escape up the stairs to her room.
Jimmy smiled to himself. He was winning this game of hide and seek as the kitty had yet to track him down. He was just starting to rise to his feet when he heard a noise out in his mom's bedroom. The noise, ominously, was Ellen dropping her keys and purse on the nightstand next to her bed.
Sighing, Ellen plopped down on the bed and started to unbuckle her sandals with their two inch heels. After getting them off she stood up, facing the closet and started to remove her professional dark checkered suit jacket—just as Jimmy reached the front of the closet and was peering out.
He froze for a moment. It was barely past three and his mom was already home? She usually didn't get home until well after five or later.
He was just reaching for the closet door, meaning to push it open and greet her when he suddenly stopped.
If he came out of her closet now, might she be upset, thinking he had been snooping around in there. The explanation of playing charge and chase with the cat seemed lame at best.
He peered out of the closet, watching her, undecided as to what to do. She tossed the dark suit jacket on the bed, revealing a pretty crème colored blouse underneath which she promptly started to unbutton—as he stood silently staring out at her.
At this point, he knew the right thing to do: loudly exit the closet. Sure his mother's initial reaction would be a combination of surprise and embarrassment, after all she was getting undressed, but if he explained how he had been playing with Boxer maybe she would understand. Maybe.
On the other hand, if he stayed real quiet . . . maybe a chance to escape from her closet quietly would present itself. This seemed like the plan of least resistance, with the added bonus of not having to explain why he was hiding in her closet.
He started to turn away, meaning to retreat to the back of the closet, but before he turned away completely his mom inadvertently turned his way, allowing him to get a partial glimpse of the pretty purple bra she was wearing under her half unbuttoned blouse. Purple, fortuitously, just happened to be his favorite color.
He froze. From where he stood, and with the way the closet door was opened, his angle gave him an excellent view of things.
Knowing it was wrong, but simply unable to help himself, Jimmy quietly observed as his mom patiently started undoing the last of the buttons on her blouse.
He held his breath, saying a quick prayer to the Dark Gods--no decent Gods would dare honor what he was about to ask.
"Please, please don't move away . . . don't go into your bathroom," he whispered under his breath. "Stay right there . . . and take your fucking blouse off."
His prayers were answered when Ellen, standing next to her bed, lost in thought, undid the final two buttons on her blouse before pulling it out from her skirt. She paused, and then slowly—as if she was stripping just for him—took her blouse off.
Jimmy felt his cock jerk inside his jeans. The purple bra looked absolutely dreamy on his pretty mother, who, unlike a lot of mothers her age, was in damn decent shape.
Ellen stood just over five feet tall and weighed a fit hundred and seven pounds. She was both pretty and petite, not to mention sweet as pie. At the age of forty-two her appealing face hardly showed any lines to mar her distinctive Filipino beauty. Her lovely black hair fell to her shoulders making it, in Jimmy's eyes, one of her most appealing features.
Her hot looks were accented by a loving and warm personality, including a smile so inviting, so magnetic, so sly and alluring that she was indeed the stuff of wet dreams for many of the older boys at Eastgate High.
All in all, Jimmie thought very highly of his mother believing she was a stunning beauty who was only was growing finer with age. In the dark of night, alone in his bed, he often wondered what she looked like - naked. Such thoughts brought him shame, along with a powerful erection.
He stared out of the closet, his mouth watering, his cock growing firm as his eyes traveled over her flat abs and on up to her sexy bra. Then his attention was drawn downward as she casually begin to work on the zipper of her dark skirt.
He closed his eyes at this point, searching for the willpower to back away from the door. He actually managed to take one small step backwards before a small voice in his head snapped at him. Stop being such a pussy. Go on, take one more look!
The small voice shamed him into continuing to watch as he reasoned: what harm could there be in taking one more quick look?
He opened his eyes just in time to see his mom, her back was to the closet, wriggle out of her skirt.
Once he got a glimpse of the black thong she was wearing under her conservative skirt not looking anymore was a hopeless endeavor. Nor could he tear his eyes away as she turned back around to face him again. Her hands dropped to the front of her bra. Jesus she was going to take it off!
Again, she seemed lost in thought as she fiddled with the bra's front closure clasp.
Trapped by his obsession to see his mother's bare breasts revealed to him, Jimmy simply couldn't look away.
Then disaster struck. He carelessly shifted his weight while pushing the closet door open just ever so slightly. Both the floor, and especially the door, creaked loudly in the silent house.
Ellen stopped undoing her bra. Jolted out of her day dreaming, she looked up, staring directly at the closet. The door was ajar and someone was in there! She knew it, could feel it as sure as she knew her name. Mainly because she always made it a habit to keep her closet door shut tightly. It went back to her childhood fear of the The Thing in the Closet which she still possessed to a certain degree.
In a scene that could be taken from countless horror movies Ellen called out, "Who is there?"
Jimmy froze, his mind whirling as to what to do.
She repeated the question, louder this time, as her fear began to dissipate. She knew who was there: it was Jimmy. It had to be which would explain why she didn't see him when she got home.
She called out louder this time, "I said who is in my closet . . . Jimmy is that you?"
Still no response. Fine, she thought, he wants to play deaf let's see if he responds to this.
"I am calling the police and tell them someone broke into the house," she announced as she slipped her blouse back on.
When she turned and picked up the phone off her nightstand, Jimmy panicked, thinking she might just be serious, especially as she started punching numbers into her phone.
"Mom, stop . . . it's me," he said emerging from the closet.
"Jimmy! What are you doing skulking around in your mother's closet spying on her . . . watching her get undressed?" she barked at him as she sat her phone back down.
"I . . . I was . . ." he started to say before stopping. Saying he was playing hide and seek with the cat would sound moronic.
As he continued to fumble about for an answer his mom's glare grew hotter. She wanted an answer. Finally he mumbled, "Sorry it was an accident," he said dumbly.
"Really, Jimmy . . . are you going to stand there and tell me you 'accidently' ended up in my closet . . . and then 'accidently' watched me get undressed?"
"Mom it was . . ."
He didn't get far with his proposed explanation before she abruptly cut him off.
"Go . . . get out," she fairly yelled at him while pulling her blouse tightly around her body, suddenly feeling very self-conscience about her small breasts. She was embarrassed more than she was angry, but she couldn't tell him that.
After the incident in her bedroom, like a dark cloud, an icy silence developed between them. Jimmy, embarrassed by being caught in her closet watching her get undressed, locked himself away in his room for the next week.
After a week of this Ellen finally had enough. One night, after they fumbled their way through another tense dinner, barely speaking, as he was getting up from the table she snapped at him, "Sit back down young man. We are going to talk about this."
"Fine," he replied sighing heavily.
"OK, so as I remember from our little incident in my bedroom, I did not give you a chance to explain. That was wrong on my part. I should have let you explain, but the fact was your mother was simply too embarrassed at you catching me undressed to want to hear any kind of explanation but now I am prepared to listen . . . so talk."
"OK, well, this is going to sound lame but the truth was . . ." He paused as almost on cue Boxer came slinking into the dining room meowing. "It was sort of his fault." He pointed at the cat as it came up to his mother.
"Boxer's fault," Ellen asked as she reached down and stroked the cat's head.
"Yeah, well, sort of. You see that afternoon I was playing a game with Boxer. It is kind of silly but I was bored."
Jimmy proceeded to give her a brief explanation of what transpired up to the point where he had ducked in the closet . . . somehow hoping that would be enough. It wasn't.
"Go on tell me the rest. I know there is more."
Shrugging his shoulders, he added, "Then you came home early."
"Yes, I wasn't feeling well."
"When I heard you come in the room I got worried right away thinking you would be upset, me being in your closet, so I sat there in the back trying to figure out what to do and then by the time I decided to just come out of the closet and explain things you . . . you were already . . ."
He paused again, obviously very embarrassed. Taking pity on him, Ellen finished for him. "But I was already getting undressed and now you couldn't come out or you would look real guilty. Am I right?"
"Yeah. I really hoped you would go into the bathroom or go back downstairs and I would be able to slip out of the closet and you would never know I was there. No harm, no foul and Mom, really, I didn't watch you get undressed."
He knew it wasn't cool to lie to her, but how could he admit the truth.
"Didn't quite work out that way huh? The no harm, no foul part," she said with a smile designed to let him know she was not too upset by his explanation. "Really I was just embarrassed honey because I figured seeing me like that, you know undressed, you discovered my secret."
"What secret?"
"There is a reason honey why your mom, geez I can't believe I'm about to tell you this, but we need to get everything out in the open so there is a reason why I always wear padded bras. It's to make me look bigger. You are eighteen, you know exactly what I am talking about. Your mom, sadly is flat chested, embarrassingly so, Jimmy. That is my secret, which, I figured you found out that day."
Without really considering how he was about to bust himself, Jimmy tried to make his mom feel better.
"Mom, the only secret I found out that day was . . . was you have a great body. I mean you have nothing to be embarrassed about Mom. Really."
"Really honey," she said reaching across the table to take his hands into hers. After squeezing them tight she whispered, "You truly mean that . . . that your mom has a great body?"
"Yes," he said squeezing her hands back.
Withdrawing her hands from his, she leaned back in her chair while giving him the slyest of smiles.
"What is it?" he said, "Your smile is scary."
"Oh I was just thinking how maybe you just busted yourself honey."
"What do you mean?"
"Earlier you told me, and I quote, 'Mom really I didn't watch you get undressed.' Those were your exact words so I am wondering if you didn't watch me get undressed how exactly do you know I have such a great body . . . which by your own admission was the only secret you found out that day."
He could feel his face flushing red as she went in for the kill. "Now it's your turn to spill your secrets."
Just like in the closet that day, he was trapped. He would have to tell her the truth. "OK, the truth is I did watch you get undressed. I guess I couldn't help it."
"Why is that?" she asked softly.
"It's hard to explain but being in the closet like that, watching you without you knowing it was kind of exciting in a naughty sort of way."
"Yes being naughty can be exciting sometimes honey. What else. I know there is more you aren't telling me."
"After I came to the front of the closet and saw you start to take off your suit jacket I sort of froze. I wasn't sure if I should come out then, but then I figured if I stayed quiet I could escape in a minute. I didn't plan on watching you get undressed and was actually, starting to back away from the door when you turned toward me unbuttoning your blouse. I . . . became trapped. I wanted to look away but I just couldn't, especially after I seen how . . ." He paused, obviously embarrassed before dropping his voice and finishing his full confession. "Pretty your purple bra looked on you. Purple is my favorite color you know."
"Yes I know," she said. "Is that all?"
He shook his head no before beginning to speak again. "And then you turned around and started to unzip your skirt and I was curious."
"Curious to see what kind of panties your mom wears under her conservative skirt. Were you surprised?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Pleasantly surprised maybe?" she asked hopefully.
"Christ yes Mom. You have a . . . real nice, you know . . ."
"Ass?" she said teasingly. "And your mom's panties were . . . what honey?"
"Sexy," he said after a long pause.
Reaching out she stroked the side of his face gently. "Thank you for telling me all that. I know it wasn't easy."
He looked away, wondering what she would think of him now.
"Look at me honey."
He looked up at her. "I see now that my anger and my embarrassment were misplaced and I actually think I owe you an apology maybe."
Her apology came later that night in the form of them watching a movie together cuddled under a warm blanket on this chilly fall evening. The movie they watched was the instant classic horror/thriller Scream and would eventually led them full circle and back to the closet.
Ellen normally did not like slasher movies but since Jimmy did, and she was feeling guilty, she agreed to watch it with him. After the movie, they said good night and went to bed.
The next morning during breakfast Jimmy noticed his mom was a bit cranky. He asked her what was wrong but she just mumbled something about not sleeping well and they went about their day.
When her bad mood persisted over the course of the next week, Jimmy started to get worried. His mother did not appear well, looking haggard and run down.
Finally, over dinner on the following Saturday, he demanded to know what was going on.
"I am still not sleeping well."
"Why? Is something bothering you?"
"Yes actually there is and it all goes back to the incident in the closet."
"It does?" he asked dumbly. He thought that was behind them.
"Do you want to hear about it or not?" she snapped at him.
"Of course, tell me."
They retired to the living room, where she started out their conversation by telling him how she had been plagued by the most God awful nightmares as a child and how they would repeat themselves over and over again, sometimes for a week, sometimes for a month, sometimes even longer. As she got older the problem of the nightmares dissipated some but never totally went away.
Then she told him the kicker. "Your mom's nightmares are brought on by traumatic emotionally charged events. I learned that in the therapy my parents had me go to when I was younger."
"You mean emotionally charged events like the incident in the closet between us."
Ellen shook her head yes.
"Sorry Mom, Jesus is there anything I can do. I mean I thought that was behind us, we talked about things and I explained myself."
"Yes, but I still have doubts and the doubts combined with the stupid slasher movie I agreed to watch with you the other night all conspired to give me my nightmare. The one that has been recurring for the past week."
"Would telling me what happens in your nightmare makes things better?"
"I doubt it. I mean I talked to my parents about my nightmares when I was younger and it really didn't help. I think we need to do more than simply talk."
"Like what?" he said quietly.
She gave him a grave look. "I have been thinking of a possible solution but if we are going to seriously pursue it I think we will both need to be real brave so a bit of liquid courage in the form of some wine might help."
"I want to help so sure . . . I mean I never really drank wine before but I'll try it for you."
Five minutes later they were both sipping on a glass of wine as Ellen nervously prepared to tell him about what happened in her nightmare, and then maybe, if she was brave enough, to float her wild solution to him.
"It was a big mistake watching that movie as it really rattled my nerves and is a big part of why I am having my awful dreams again."
He stayed quiet as she paused, collecting her thoughts.
"The dream, it was so vivid, so real, my nightmares always are unfortunately. I was getting undressed in my bedroom. I was wearing the exact same clothes I wore during our incident when you were watching me from the closet that afternoon. In my dream, it was night, instead of day though as I was getting undressed."
She paused to take another large drink from her own wine, with Jimmy doing the same, before launching into the meat of her nightmare.
"I was facing the closet and just starting to undo my bra when I heard a noise coming from the closet. I threatened to call the police so you see your mom's nightmare unfolds exactly, almost down to the smallest detail, the same as what happened between us that afternoon . . . to this point anyways. After that . . . not so much. Anyways, in my dream, when I pick up the phone to call 911 there is no dial tone. The cord on the phone has been cut. Just after discovering the cord was cut, I hear the closet door slowly creaking open. I turn, scared now, as I watch, transfixed as the closet door slowly swings open. Standing there, in the shadows, the only light on in my bedroom is my small lamp on the nightstand was someone. He took a couple steps forward, allowing me to see him better and my blood turns cold. He was wearing the Ghostface costume from the movie, along with the black flowing robe and was holding a large knife."
Jimmy looked at his mother. Her hand was shaking as she brought it up to take another sip of her wine.
"What happens next is a bit of a blur but . . ." His mom, in a rush, went on to explain how the dream ended and why it was so traumatic for her.
Now fully understanding why his mother was so traumatized and how he played such a role in it, he told her softly, "What can we do. You said you had a possible solution?"
"I do but my solution is maybe a bit naughty and we can only pursue it if we are both feeling brave."
"Tell me. I am feeling brave . . . and maybe even naughty."
"Well, I got to thinking if me and you could reenact my dream and give it a better ending it would help put an end to my nightmares. If I remember correctly you dressed up as Ghostface, was it last Halloween or the year before, for some party you attended?"
"Yes, last year. I still have the costume. I borrowed it from Tommy and he has been bugging me to return it but I still got it. It's pretty realistic, except for the knife, of course. That's fake."
"That is no problem, we can always get a real one from the kitchen."
"You are serious about this Mom? You want me to dress up as Ghostface and come out of the closet and scare you?"
"What I want is for us to follow your mom's nightmare, as exact as possible, right up to the point where I wake up. Obviously, since it is real this time, in a sense, I won't be waking up so you can change things for me. You can give me a better ending maybe then how it really ends with you always laughing at me."
"So if we follow it exactly that means . . ."
"Yes it means what you are thinking, Son."
"Wow." It was all he could think to say.
"So what do you say? Can we do this? Should we do this?"
"You think it will really help?" he asked her.
"I hope so. I . . . I am just tired of waking up, crying and upset and having the echoes of your mocking laughter swirling in my head all day long."
"OK, let me get this straight, we follow your nightmare, like you said, as exactly as possible, and then we give it a better ending, but what does that mean? What should I do to make things better? Not laugh?"
"That would be a good start but we have to go beyond that honey. I want closure and for that I can't tell you what to do. It will be up to us to sort of ad lib how things ends and this is important . . ."
Pausing, she reached over to grip his hand tightly. "You can't get hung up on the naughty stuff you will be doing baby. I am your mom and I am asking, begging maybe, for you to do this and your mom is a big girl and can handle it so I guess that leaves you . . . are you a big boy? Can you handle being a little naughty with your mother . . . to help her?"
After a slight hesitation he said, "I can."
Impulsively, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thank you honey. I don't expect this will be easy for you but I really think it will help."
"OK, I'll go find my costume then."
"And I'll get ready myself. Hmm, let's meet back down here in what, thirty minutes."
Jimmy spent the allotted time by taking a shower and getting dressed in his costume while going over in his mind the details of his mother's dream so he could act it out accordingly. Lucky for him, he possessed an exceptional memory so once he had her dream down, it wouldn't be a problem of remembering what to do next when they started this very serious role playing therapy session of theirs.
Ellen, with a full complement of makeup on, and her hair fixed up nice, headed back down stairs. She was wearing the same exact outfit from both her dream and the incident in her bedroom the other week: dark checkered suit jacket, crème colored blouse, matching professional looking skirt, along with the same underwear.
He was waiting for her. In costume, except for the mask. Sitting on the coffee table was his weapon of choice for the evening: a ten inch straight chef's knife with a rosewood handle.
After entering the living room she wasted no time in telling him one last time, "Now remember be realistic in attacking me honey but even more important be truthful in your reactions when I'm forced to show off for you. Can you promise me that?"
"Yes," he replied quickly.
"Good. Its game on then in a minute. Go ahead, go up to my bedroom and hide in the closet. I'll come up in about five minutes. Oh, and make sure you really slash the phone cord. Everything needs to be as realistic as possible."
"Sure Mom," he said a bit surprised maybe about how serious she was taking things.
Jimmy waited in the back of the dark closet, gripping the chef's knife tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Finally, after hearing the bedroom door open, he moved to the front of the closet. Peering out, he watched as she crossed the bedroom and turned on the small lamp on her nightstand. And then, just as she did that afternoon, she dropped her keys and purse on the nightstand next to her bed.
Ellen paused next to her bed. Standing so the pool of light would frame her, Ellen started stripped off her suit jacket before tossing it casually on the bed. Sighing loudly, she plopped down on the bed and started to unbuckle her sandals before stopping abruptly.
She recalled how she took off her sandals that afternoon, but in her dream it seemed she still had her nice shoes on. Deciding it would be best to follow the dream instead of reality, Ellen refastening her shoes and stood up.
Turning toward the closet, knowing he was there watching her, Ellen started to patiently unbutton her blouse. Much to her surprise, simply knowing he was there, in the closet waiting to attack, ratcheted up her excitement level to a fever pitch.
Jimmy's excitement was growing as he wondered if his mom would be wearing the same pretty purple bra, along with those sexy as hell black thong panties under her professional attire. Despite knowing it was more than a little naughty, Jimmy prayed fervently she would be.
His prayers was answered when he caught a glimpse of purple under her blouse as she continued to unbutton it. She seemed totally lost in thought, as she had been that afternoon he remembered, while she continued to unbutton her blouse before slowly peeling it off.
Jimmy felt his cock jerk inside his jeans. This was even more of a turn on than last time, probably because she knew he was in there watching her get undressed-- and she was totally OK with it.
His eyes skated over her chest before being drawn downward as she turned around so her back was to the closet.
Ellen was almost smiling, knowing what this must be doing to him, as she reached behind her and started to unzip her skirt.
Hoping it would add a bit of extra heat to things, Ellen sashayed her butt as she wriggled out of her skirt.
Jimmy sighed audibly inside the dark closet. Yeah, she was wearing the same sexy black thong as that afternoon.
Turning back around to face the closet, Ellen dropped her hands to the front of her bra, fiddling with the closure.
Jimmy let out another audible sigh. This was the sign. It was truly game on now. After pulling his mask into place, he banged his knee purposely against the closet door.
Ellen stopped undoing her bra as she stared across the room at the closet.
"Hey, who is there? Is someone in my closet?"
Jimmy tensed, waiting for his cue to come bursting out of the closet and attack.
Her excitement mounting, she repeated the question, louder this time.
"I know someone is in there. Look, I am going to call the police so you better come out. I am going to tell them someone broke into my house."
Slipping her blouse back on, she hurriedly buttoned it as she moved toward the phone on the nightstand.
Picking up the phone, she punched 9-1-1 and waited.
Jimmy smiled to himself as he watched her staring at the phone before she reached over and pulled the phone off the nightstand to find the cord was cut.
Ellen cursed softly to herself before making a mad dash, across the bedroom and toward the door.
Jimmy, wanting a bit of a challenge, delayed his coming out of the closet by a full three seconds as he watched her stumble across the bedroom. He nearly waiting too long before he came busting out of the closet and loped across the bedroom like a cheetah chasing after a gazelle on the African savannah.
He caught up to her just as she was wrenching the bedroom door open. He used his fist to bang the door shut loudly as he threw all of his weight up against her, crushing her against the door. At nearly six feet tall and weighing a solid 190 pounds, Jimmy enjoyed a good eighty five pounds on his petite victim.
Ellen, feeling his hot breath on her neck, reacted as she did in her dream in trying to make a lame attempt at escape. Like in her dream, her escape attempt failed miserably when she tried to push him away but thanks to the copious amount of wine she consumed in the last few hours, she was both slow and sluggish.
Not holding back, Jimmy reached out, snatching one of her wrists in mid-air before twisting it painfully behind her back. When she let out a little yelp, he immediately relaxed his grip—but only a little.
Half dragging, half carrying her across the bedroom and over to the bed, Ellen found her son to be playing his role perfectly as this was what happened almost exactly in her awful nightmare.
Once they reached the bed, he shoved her down on it. She hit the bed with a loud grunt before twisting around to face him. He was just starting to raise the knife as he loomed over her when she cried out, "Please . . . wait . . . I . . . I was about to take off my bra. Don't you wanna see that?"
Again, those were the exact words she used to her attacker in her dream. Praying her son would not shrink from acting out his end, Ellen brought her hands to the front of her bra in a sign to him she was serious.
He paused the knife in mid-air. Tilting his head, he stared at her before slowly nodding his head yes.
"I . . . I'm going to just stand up in front of you so you can get a good look. Would that be OK?"
Ghostface nodded his head yes.
Ellen slowly climbed off the bed and onto her feet. Moving up really close to him, she started to undo her front closure bra, but before she could undo it he, following the dream's script exactly, started to shake his head back and forth.
"No, you don't want me to undo my bra. Oh . . . ahh, maybe you wanna do it instead, honey?"
Her whispered question got him to eagerly nod his head yes before he gestured to his mask by covering the eyes holes with one hand.
"Oh . . . oh you want me to close my eyes maybe?"
Again he answered with an eager nod of his head yes.
"Fine. I will close my eyes," Ellen whispered softly.
She remembered how this part of her nightmare scared her immensely as she wondered if this was it. If she was going to feel the cold, hard steel knife being buried in her chest just like in the stupid movie they watched. But now her pulse was racing, not from fear but from pure excitement as her young, innocent son, she was sure Jimmy was still a pure and wholesome virgin, was about to get a glimpse of her tits.
As she closed her eyes, Ellen bravely thrust her chest out at him. In her dream, she remembered what happened next: how she felt, instead of his fingers fiddling with trying to undo her bra, the sharp point of the knife being dragged slowly down the center of her chest.
Even though it was wholly expected, still, when it happened, the knife being dragged slowly down the center of her chest, it barely lessened the tension she felt.
Her breath was starting to get ragged, the climax, the real bad part of the dream was almost on them, as the knife paused at the front of her pretty purple bra.
Jimmy, doing exactly as his mother told him, now counted to three slowly before neatly slicing open her bra.
As her bra fell open, revealing her naked tits to him, he let out an involuntary sharp hiss. His mother was right: this was Jimmy's first glimpse of a woman's bare breasts in real life.
It was at this point in Ellen's nightmare things turned real awful. After having her bra sliced open, she kept her eyes shut tightly, and at first heard nothing. But then in a quick second or two she heard a soft tittering, followed by a louder and mocking giggle.
In her dream, she cried out angrily, "W-what are you laughing at?"
In response her attacker, Ghostface, continued to chuckle, causing Ellen to impulsively reach out and strike him with both fists on his chest. Beating on it, she cried out, "Stop laughing."
A short and quick struggle ensued where she ended up pulling off his mask to reveal it was her son. Yes, her son was the one laughing at his mother's small tits thus turning the physical threat the nightmare already possessed into a traumatic event.
It was at this point, with Jimmy cackling uncontrollably, that Ellen would invariably wake up screaming, "Stop laughing. Please . . . stop laughing."
In the past week, Ellen experienced this same awful nightmare, each time it was more or less exactly the same, exactly five times, allowing her, sadly, to know the dream by heart.
Earlier downstairs, when Ellen explained to Jimmy what she wanted, it was simple: for them to alter the course of her dream after her bra was neatly sliced open.
Now as the moment of truth was upon them, Jimmy froze. He was supposed to ad lib things from here, but as he stood there, gripping the knife tightly, wholly transfixed by the sight of his mother's beautiful bare breasts he wasn't sure of just what to do next.
Ellen, tipsy from the wine, and wanting to desperately turn the emotional trauma of her nightmare on its head, took the proverbial bull by the horns now. Anything they did now would be unscripted.
Opening her eyes, she found Ghostface staring—hard—at her tits.
Making her voice as soft and sweet as possible she whispered, "Do you like them, hon?"
Jimmy, at first did not react. He had fully expected his mother-- he didn't laugh thus eliminating the traumatic aspect from her nightmare—to shut things down at this point, but apparently she needed, or maybe wanted, more and although he would have been loath to admit it . . . so did he.
"Please tell me the truth. Do you like them?" Her voice was pleading and desperate, causing Jimmy's heart to hitch inside his chest. Finally, he was fully realizing now just how distressing this nightmare of hers had been.
Thinking he should continue with the non-speaking, he nodded his head yes—as enthusiastically as possible.
Surely, after he just told her he liked them, she would shut things down now. He found it impossible to fathom, she might want more.
Ellen did briefly consider ending things there but for reasons she could not fully explain even if she tried her best, she didn't shut their little role playing game down, but instead, doubled down on it.
"You . . . you can touch them if want honey."
After a brief pause-- while he recovered from the shock of such a bold suggetion-- he nodded his head enthusiastically yes.
"Here, let's sit on the bed," Ellen whispered as she gently took his hands.
After they sat down on the edge of her bed, side by side, she reached out, touching his hand holding the knife. "You won't need that sweetheart. I promise you can do anything you want to me. Can you put it aside?"
Jimmy, his mind reeling, you can do anything you want to me, turned and tossed the knife onto the nearby nightstand where it landed with a loud clatter before skidding off and hitting the carpet with a dull thud.
"Can take your gloves off. It will feel nicer that way for you when I let you touch my boobies, sweetie."
Jimmy, still in shock, slowly peeled off the tight black leather gloves.
Ellen, growing bolder by the moment, now reached out, grabbing both of his hands. Slowly, ever so slowly, she guided them over to her chest before pressing them up against her small breasts.
She let out a soft sigh when she felt him begin to fondle them tenderly, and then a more pronounced sigh when she felt his fingers slowly flickering over her now fully erect and highly sensitive nipples.
Ellen looked at her son, she could only imagine the look of eager longing on his adorably cute face under that hideous mask while he gently caressed her breasts with tender loving care.
Something snapped inside of her then. Some deep, dark longing was finally released as she slowly, it was almost as if this was some new wild dream she was having as it seemed so surreal, snaked a hand up and under the folds of his black robe.
When he hand slipped under the robe, she watched as his whole body tensed up. "Relax baby, I am going to give you a nice reward for being so sweet to me so just sit there and enjoy your reward."
Jimmy let out a deep sigh, before his pulse quickened, as his mom's hand started rubbing on his crotch. "Oh my, someone is in need of some relief down there," Ellen whispered as she started to stroke his nicely sized boner through his jeans.
He began to fondle her tits with an impassioned urgency as he squirmed all over the bed from what his mother was doing to him under the black robe. Ellen, suspecting it would not take much to send him careening over the edge, accelerated her hand up and down, and then all around his crotch causing Jimmy to let out a frantic whisper, "Oh God . . . I am going to . . ."
He let out a sharp little yelp before his whole body first tensed and then relaxed. She caught him as he fell sideways against her. He couldn't see it, his eyes were shut, but Ellen had a soft, knowing smile on her pretty face as she cuddled him tightly against her body.
Feeling the need to lighten the mood and let him know she was totally alright with what just happened, Ellen lowered her mouth to his ear whispering, "Well I guess we both got the happy endings we were looking for huh, Son."
But happy endings always don't stay happy as Jimmy soon found out when the guilt of what he just did hit him almost immediately causing him to start to flee the scene of his crime.
"Honey wait," she called out to him. When he paused at the door she said, "You didn't do anything wrong, but you understand what happened . . . it can never happen again."
Instead of responding he simply left. Ellen, deciding it was probably for the best not to push things with him at the moment, let him go.
Back inside his bedroom, the guilt Jimmy was feeling only intensified as he cleaned up the sticky mess inside his boxers causing his culpability in what happened to only grow.
The next morning, he was quiet over breakfast and remained so for the next week. After yet another week of nearly silent tension played out between them, Ellen was starting to get annoyed. She tried to talk to Jimmy about what happened between them, but he told her simply, "I don't wanna talk about it. You told me it can never happen again so what is there to discuss."
Yes, honey it that's that, but still we should maybe talk about things."
He refused and Ellen, still figuring it was best not to push things too hard, left things alone.
Finally, after another two days of this nonsense, Ellen determined enough was enough, especially seeing how the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes indicated the poor boy was suffering from a gross lack of sleep.
She sat him down on early on Friday, right after a dinner where he barely picked at his food, demanding answers.
"Jimmy you have to talk to me. Something is wrong. To continue to deny it is a slap in the face to me as a mother. I know something is wrong. Period."
Jimmy sighed. He was not getting out of telling her the truth.
"OK . . . but if you want the truth, I just know it's going to embarrassing for me."
She returned his angry glare with a smile. Turning on her charm to the highest level, she whispered, "Your mom is pretty sharp honey and honestly I have a pretty good idea of what is bothering you already but I need to hear you say it before we decide what to do."
"You do?" he said surprised.
The truth was Ellen was bluffing as she was not sure what was bothering him.
"Now as for being embarrassed . . . well come on now, think of how I confessed to my embarrassing dream not so long ago and look how that has turned out. I mean I have been sleeping like a baby ever since you helped me get over my bad dream, hon."
Dropping his voice to a sad whisper, he told her, "I'm glad one of us is sleeping so well since I helped you that night."
Ellen resisted an urge to smile. It just hit her. She knew what the problem might be.
Dropping her own voice to a gentle whisper, Ellen said, "It has to do with that night you helped me get over my bad dream. Maybe I seriously screwed you up by what I did? Maybe I allowed things to go too far. Look honey, I know it involves that night which makes me guilty as sin for whatever trauma you are now suffering through and if you won't tell me exactly what that trauma is I can't help you."
Jimmy said nothing for a long minute as he sat there staring at a spot on the floor like it was the most exciting thing in the world to look at. Finally, he said, "It does involve that night, Mom."
"I suspected as much."
"I can't . . . you know . . . do it anymore."
"Can't what do what, Jimmy?" she gently prodded him.
He sighed heavily before whispering, "I can't masturbate anymore, Mom and you know, it's like . . . I don't know . . . messing me up. I used to . . . all the time . . . before going to sleep but now . . ."
His voice trailed off as he hung his head.
"You know, Jimmy it's perfectly normal for a young man like yourself to do that . . . to masturbate. So I guess the question is . . . why can't you do it anymore?"
In a voice so low she barely heard him he said, "Because of you, Mom."
"Because of me? Tell me more. You have to tell me more so I can fix it."
"OK . . . so like you ruined it for me. I tried a couple times since that night I helped you get over your bad dream but what you did . . . for me . . . was so, so much better than me doing it myself. And the worse part I guess is how I loved what you did, while you obviously hated it."
"I never said I hated it," she said quietly.
"Well, the way you said we could never do that again and logically, you always told me to think logically remember, if someone hates something they don't ever wanna do it again."
"Now since you told me the truth, I will tell you the truth also. Honey, your mother did not hate it. Not at all, but the truth is I was, or am, simply worried what I did would mess you up . . . you know psychologically."
"Mom, I am not a child. I am eighteen remember. You didn't take advantage of me so why would I be messed up. The only way I am messed up now is because you showed me how much better what you did feels compared to when I do it myself."
"So the answer is simple. You just need a girlfriend . . . to you know . . . take care of you."
He sighed. "Do we have to go there, Mom? You know I am no good around girls. I mean someday, I suppose, if I get lucky I might find someone but right now . . ." He shook his head sadly. "Really I have no prospects."
"Yeah, I suppose you are right, saying you need a girlfriend is something easier said than done. So what is the answer then?"
"I have an answer or a suggestion I guess but I know you . . . you won't like it."
"Try me?"
He looked at her shyly before whispering, "Maybe you could help me again."
"Oh honey . . . I can't . . . I mean--"
He jumped to his feet, nearly screaming as he interrupted her lame denial. "See I fucking knew it. Right away . . . I can't. Fine forget it. I'll just suffer through another sleepless night. I helped you but when it me who needs some help you turn your back on me."
Before she could even say anything more, he dashed out of the room, fleeing to his room upstairs. She winced when the requisite slamming of the bedroom door shook the house.
Ellen sighed as she sat there trying to figure out what to do. After a long bout of soul searching, where she actually took the time to weigh the pros and cons of her doing what he wanted to help him, she determined a wait and see attitude might be best . . . for now.
She ended up falling asleep that night on the sofa while watching some silly movie. It was maybe just past ten when she made her way upstairs to her bedroom, but before she entered her room she glanced down the hall towards his room.
She could see the light was on under the door. Sighing, she quietly went down the hallway to check on him.
The door was not locked as she slowly pushed the door to his bedroom open. He was on the Xbox, his back to her, headphones on playing a video game, and not just any game but one of the violent ones she hated.
He was splattering zombies all over the place and seemed fully engrossed in the game. Sighing, she shut his door before retreating to her own room.
Ellen did not sleep well that night. She woke up around two with a start. She was having a bad dream. Yeah, of course she was, considering the drama going on between her and Jimmy.
In her dream, she was being chased by fucking zombies. Sighing, she hoped out of bed. Curious, she opened her door and peered down the hallway.
The light was still on in his room. "Jesus . . . still."
Once more she stole quietly down the hallway toward his room. Pushing the door open quietly, she was not at all happy to see him with his stupid headphones still on, playing some damn shoot em up war game. Even worse, on the floor was a discarded potato chip bag, along with an empty two liter bottle of Mountain Dew.
Ellen, unhappier than ever, quietly shut the door. "Christ, junk food and violent video games. What a way to spend the night."
As she headed back down to her room, an unbidden little voice, maybe it was her conscious speaking, began to make its opinion known. You have the cure, but are you brave enough to provide it for him. Plus, if you give him his cure I bet it will keep the nightmare you had tonight from coming back.
Screwing up her courage, she did an about face and reentered his room. She crossed the room and tapped him on the shoulder.
He glanced at her, and without bothering to take off the headphones, he snapped, "I am in the middle of a game, Mom. Can't it wait?"
Pointing to the headphones, she raised her voice. "Take them off."
Glaring at her, he snapped, "What?"
"I'll do it."
"Do what?"
"What you want . . . what we talked about earlier."
His hard glare instantly melted. "Really you mean it," he whispered. "You aren't teasing me?"
"No, honey. I will help you out, this one time, with your little issue, but you gotta stop playing these violent games all night long." Glancing down at the discarded potato chip bags she added, "And start eating better. Promise me."
"Yeah, yeah, I promise," he eagerly told her. "So ahh, how exactly are we going to do this and where."
"Where do you wanna do it?"
"Your room maybe, or . . . I mean, my room would be fine I guess but . . ." He stopped, not sure if he should go ahead and voice his suggestion to her.
"But what. Something else is on your mind."
"You said you would help me out this one time and if it's only going to be once I was hoping maybe you could . . . ahh I mean you look good now, of course." He paused, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
"But I could look better is what you are trying to say. In other words, you wanna me to get all gussied up for you. Make up on, maybe wear something nice."
"Yes please. I mean if you want."
"Fine, but if I am going to make myself pretty for you, you gotta at least take a shower hon and maybe put on some of your mom's favorite cologne . . . oh and brush your teeth. I can smell the stupid stale potato chips on your breath."
"Fine. So where are we going to do it then."
"Suppose might be easiest if we did it on your bed that way you can slip right off to sleep afterward."
"Yeah, good idea."
After she exited his room, Jimmy happily padded on down the hall to the bathroom, feeling like a kid who was just told Christmas was coming early this year.
Nearly thirty minutes later, Jimmy, freshly showered and shaved with cologne on, was in his bed, under the covers, still waiting for her. He wasn't really disappointed in how long it was taking her to get ready knowing if she was taking this long she was going out of her way to look good . . . just for him.
About ten minutes later she came floating into his room with a full complement of makeup on and her hair done up nice, but this was offset by the disappointing way she was dressed: very casually in a pair of jeans and a snug white button up blouse.
She stopped before the bed. "Better, honey. I fixed my hair up and stuff . . . just for you."
"Sure it's better . . . but . . ."
"But what? I can see the disappointment written all over your face, Jimmy."
"I am not disappointed, Mom . . . it's just you are dressed exceedingly boring."
"I am. Hmm, I thought I looked nice. Both these jeans and blouse are new you know."
"Yes you are dressed nice . . . for like a lunch date or something but--"
Getting where he was taking this, she interrupted him. "But, of course we aren't going on a lunch date so I can sort of understand your point."
"OK so if you understand my point can't you like . . . get undressed or something."
Ellen paused before totally saying the wrong thing. The prim and proper mother came out of her, and before she could stop her from speaking, Mrs. Prim and Proper was snapping at son, "Hey mister, don't push it. I mean it's bad enough me doing this for you in the first place."
The look on his face was, at first, crestfallen before being replaced by a look of quiet contemplation. "So if it's really so bad maybe we should let fate decide if we carry on with it."
"What do you mean?"
He reached over to his nearby nightstand, grabbing a quarter from the loose change scattered across it.
"I'll flip this quarter. Heads we do this, tails we don't. It will be up to fate that way if we continue."
"Really, you wanna leave it up to fate. I mean are you sure you wanna do that . . . especially since I already agreed."
"Yes but I am thinking it will be better this way. I mean, if it comes up heads and we are told by the Gods of Fate to carry on you have no reason to feel guilty about doing it."
"I see your point, but on the other hand, if it comes up tails what then . . . you go back to playing violent video games all night, getting little or no sleep while ingesting copious amounts of junk food. Plus, I will have the added bonus of you being grumpy with your mother all the time."
"I'll make a deal with you. If it comes up tails and we don't do this, I will cut back on the video games to like, hmm, only every other day and I will try to get some sleep and not be so grumpy with you."
"Sounds good but for how long?"
"Two weeks," he offered.
"Make it a month with the video games only on the weekends and you have yourself a deal."
"Deal," he said with a smile. "Heads we do this, tails we don't."
Jimmy flipped the quarter high in the air, sending it end over end before it hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud a few feet from the bed.
"What is it?" he nervously asked his mother as she bent over peering at the coin as it lay there on the floor.
"Fate has smiled on you sweetie . . . its heads."
"So fate wants us to do this. You agree still?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course." She paused, giving him a warm smile. "I would hate to tempt fate by going against her wishes."
"What about the other thing I asked. You getting undressed maybe . . . I mean you don't have to get naked or anything just--"
Ellen interrupted him. "Maybe, at the very least, take off some of my clothes. Is that was what you were going to suggest?"
When he said nothing in response, only fidgeting nervously, Ellen had a sudden inspiration.
Reaching over, she snatched the quarter off his nightstand.
Holding the coin up she said, "Maybe we should leave it up to Fate again?"
"I'm OK with that." he said immensely relieved he might get a chance to see her naked.
"Well then I guess the question is . . . should the coin flip be an all or nothing proposition."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, like if its heads I take off all my clothes and if its tails I leave all my clothes on."
"That is a lot riding on one coin flip, Mom. You sure you can handle it?"
"I can but what about you. If fate intervenes against you, you will have to look at me in my, what did you call them, my lunch date clothes instead of something a bit better."
Jimmy paused, considering how heartbroken he would be if fate ruled against him. Now it was his turn to have a sudden inspiration. "Hey maybe we could do it like this. We could flip for each of the individual clothes you have on. Like one flip for your jeans, and one for your blouse . . . you know like that?"
"And one each for my bra and panties too I suppose?"
He nodded his head yes, eagerly, "So that will be four flips then."
They agreed to keep it simple. For every article of her clothing, heads it would be removed, tails it would stay on.
He took the honors of flipping and scored big as Fate deemed it necessary after the four flips she remove everything but her tight white blouse.
After the coin flip ceremony was over, Ellen said, "I will go get undressed, if you don't mind, in the privacy of my own bathroom."
"Of course," Jimmy replied happily.
Five minutes later Ellen entered his bedroom clad now in only her snug white blouse and carrying a small bottle of coconut oil. Looking around his bedroom, she observed how Jimmy anticipated what she would want by muting the light to an absolute minimum as he cleverly threw a dark tee shirt over the only source of light in the bedroom: the small lamp on his nightstand.
Jimmy stared at his beautiful mother. The blouse came down just below her waistline leaving that her nice ass of hers about half exposed while offering just a hint of a view of her sweet, freshly shaved pussy.
"I dimmed the lights with my shirt figuring that is what you would want."
"Yes," she said quietly. Now that the moment of truth was here, Ellen was experiencing a bit of stage fright as she sat nervously on the edge of his bed.
They both stared at each other for a long moment before she whispered, "Are you ready down there or does mommy have to undress her little boy first before she plays with him."
She didn't really understand fully why she used the word "Mommy" but upon some quiet reflection she realized it was probably to add a touch of innocence to the naughty act she was about to perform.
Liking her theme, Jimmy carried on with it by dropping his voice to a sweet whisper, "I am already naked except for my undies, Mommy."
"Hmm, well, I am going to have to take them off baby if we are going to do this properly."
She pulled back the covers back. He was wearing a pair of plain white briefs. Moving slowly, she hooked a pair of nervous fingers under the waist band of the briefs and carefully pulled them down.
Ellen allowed herself a casual glance at her son's cock, he was not fully hard, but instead was sporting what amounted to a semi-erection, as she tossed his briefs off to one side, before pulling the covers back up to cover his nakedness.
"Hmm, I don't think you are quite ready for Mommy to begin playing with you yet down there honey."
"Maybe if Mommy let her little boy have a bit of play time I might get ready quicker," Jimmy quietly proposed.
Tilting her head seductively to one side, Ellen patiently unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse as she whispered, "What would Mommy's little boy like to play with exactly . . . I wonder?"
Leaning over, she stroked the side of her face as his eyes became stuck on her chest and the large swath of bare skin the partially unbuttoned blouse was now revealing.
"Go on baby, be brave and tell mommy what you would like to play with." She twirled her fingers in his long hair as she leaned back feeling proud he was staring so intently at her chest.
Finally, after a long pause, he whispered, "Your boobies."
"Sadly, I don't think your mommy is ready to go quite that far, but it's nice to hear anyways, but for now I think you just should be content on dreaming of what they might be like to play with."
Reaching down, she slipped her hand under the covers and found her sly teasing had down the trick: he was fully hard.
"I do believe you are more than a little ready for Mommy now, hon."
She grabbed the coconut oil and after dumping a generous amount on her right hand, Ellen reached back under the covers.
Finding his hardness, she wrapped her hand fully around it. "Lay back and relax baby and let mommy give her little boy what he has been dreaming of."
Slowly, patiently, she started moving her hand up and down his hard shaft as Jimmy's head lolled back against the pillow.
"You have been dreaming of this right, honey . . . of your mommy doing this for you?"
"Yes, God yes I have," he replied in a shaky voice as her hand was starting to pick up steam.
Ellen anticipated it would not take long for him to blow his top if he truly had not been masturbating at all since that night.
She was right when, after only about nine or ten strokes of her hand, and almost directly after his legs began to hammer up and down on the bed, the head of his cock exploded, releasing a mighty load of cum all over his tummy.
"Oh wow," she said with a soft giggle, "I am guessing my baby made a big sticky mess down there under the covers. I guess mommy better clean it up for him. Just lay there hon and I'll be right back."
He sighed, his eyes tracking her ass, as she turned her back on him and walked out of the room.
A few minutes later, she came skipping back into the room, humming no less, and carrying a small wash basin full of warm water and a wash cloth.
Despite the fact he just came, the warm, wet wash cloth felt heavenly as she used it to clean the cum off his belly and from the head of his penis.
Her job of cleaning his mess up completed, Ellen dropped the washcloth back in the basin before turning to him. "All better now, honey."
Jimmy hesitated before answering, "Yes . . . I guess."
Ellen, noting the obvious disappointment in his voice, asked, "What is wrong?"
Dropping the "sweet mommy" vernacular and with her voice now deadly serious Jimmy knew he would have to tell her the truth.
"It's just . . . I mean . . . it was over . . . so fast."
"Well, of course it was hon. I mean . . . look you are young and having an orgasm that quickly is pretty normal, especially if you have been refraining from, like you said, self-pleasure.""I know. It's just really disappointing I guess. I have been looking forward to this for so long and its over just like that." He snapped his fingers for added emphasis driving his point home to her.
"I'm sorry baby. That is just Mother Nature for you." She really didn't know what else to say.
'Well Mother Nature sucks," he snapped with such venom it surprised her. "I just know I'm gonna wake up later wanting more and after looking forward to this for so long, like I said, it's just turned out to be kind of disappointing."
"Disappointing really. That kind of hurts your mom's feeling hon you saying that."
"Well, you always want to tell you what is wrong so . . ."
"I suppose I do. Well, what do you suggest?"
"Maybe, could I have . . . like a redo?"
"Oh honey, I don't know if that is such a good idea. I mean I was supposed to only do this once remember."
"Please, Mommy, can't you do it again . . . pretty please," he whined with such a sad puppy dog look on his face that she almost caved right then and there.
She turned away in an effort to shield herself from falling prey to those pathetic puppy dog eyes of his. Her gaze fell upon the nightstand as a possible way out of this presented itself.
She picked up the quarter saying, "Suppose we ask fate again?"
Jimmy smiled at her as he hurriedly put on his underwear. Fate had been kind to him so far so maybe he would continue to get lucky. "Same as before . . . heads yes, tails no."
"Sure," she whispered before watching him flip the quarter in the air.
They both leaned over anxiously as it landed with a gentle thud on the bed between them.
"Tails," she whispered.
"Yeah," Jimmy quietly intoned, "fucking tails."
Ellen looked at her son. He appeared absolutely crestfallen, like someone who just received word his pardon from the governor was not in the works and he would be facing death in a mere matter of minutes.
His look of absolute misery touched Ellen's heart deeply enough where, without thinking, she said, "OK how about two out of three then."
Jimmy sighed. Maybe a pardon was in the works after all!
Ellen flipped the coin up in the air and again it landed on the bed between them.
"Heads," he cried out happily. "Yes!"
"OK, this is the deciding one. We have to abide by this flip . . . no matter how it turns out. Agreed?"
"Yes, agreed," he said nervously while praying for heads.
His prayers were answered as Ellen flipped the coin one last time and it landed on its head.
Ellen smiled at the look of utter relief on his adorably cute face.
"I'll be back. I gotta go pee, sweetie. Just relax and wait for me OK." She picked up the wash basin before trudging out of the room once more, conscious of the way he was most likely staring at her ass.
She had just reached the door when he called out to her. "Hey, Mom . . . hmm, can you maybe wear something different for me this next time?"
She turned, smiling at him, "I don't know . . ." When she saw his happy face suddenly turn sad, she quickly added. "Oh I suppose so. Variety, after all, is the spice of life right?"
"Yes . . . so can I pick it out? Please . . . pretty please . . . what you are going to wear?"
"Afraid you are going to be disappointed like last time if you let me choose on my own, Son?"
He said nothing in his defense, maybe because she was absolutely right.
"I suppose so. What do you have in mind for me to wear though so when you start searching through my things I can point you in the right direction? I keep my real sexy stuff, like my lingerie, in the bottom drawer of my dresser."
"Where do you keep your bra and panties?"
"Really you would rather see your mom in her underwear rather than some sexy lingerie?"
"Yeah, I guess, I mean, ever since I saw you get undressed that afternoon and seen you in your underwear I guess I have developed a bit of desire to see you like that again."
"Hmm, the apple truly does not fall far from the tree," Ellen whispered.
"What did you say?" Jimmy asked.
"Oh nothing, honey. I was just thinking about your father. Later, I will tell you maybe but for now if you want to explore your mom's underwear drawer for something nice for her to wear it's in the two drawers above where I told you I keep my sexy lingerie. I guess just pick something out for me and leave it on my bed."
Jumping up from the bed, he hurried over to her.
"And then you will come back to my bedroom and . . ." He let the thought dangle in the air between them like a large piece of forbidden fruit. "Promise," he whispered.
"Promise," she whispered back before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek lightly.
He followed her into the bedroom, heading straight over to her dresser as she disappeared inside her bathroom.
He quickly pawed through her various bra and panties before finding a dark, small plastic bag resting on the bottom of the drawer under all her various bras and panties. The bag was tied off at the top and sealed tight. He held the bag up. It was light. Curious, he pulled the bag out of the drawer and began working on carefully untying it.
After finally getting it open, he peeked inside. There was yet one more bra folded neatly inside the bag.
Curious as to why she had this particular bra stashed inside a bag, he pulled it out to get a better look at it. After unfolding the bra to look at it, a colorful pair of panties tucked neatly inside the bra fell out onto the bed. Holding both the bra and panties up, one after the other, he immediately knew this was what he wanted her to wear for him.
After leaving them on the bed for her, Jimmy practically floated back to his own bedroom, full of youthful anticipation.
Ten minutes later, after going pee and touching up her makeup, Ellen headed back out to her bedroom and straight over to her bed, anxious to see which one of her sexy bra and panty combos her son had picked out for her to wear.
Holding first the bra and then the panties up for critical inspection, Ellen was surprised at his selection.
The colorful bra, although adorably cute, was not over the top sexy, like a couple of her other bras. In fact, the bra, along with the panties, were both something she did wear at all anymore but only keep for sentimental reasons.
"Jesus . . . of all my bra and panties he picked this," Ellen whispered to herself as she slipped them on.
She hurried off to her bathroom to examine how the old bra and panties looked on her in the full length mirror hanging on the back of her bathroom door.
First, she faced the mirror. The bra, still fit her size 32 B breasts perfectly. Leaning closer to the mirror, she admired the rows of small blue, yellow, and red hearts set in three parallel lines that zig zagged their way across the bra's innocent white background. Set on the bra's center gore was a cute little silver heart shaped decoration. Adding to the overall colorful effect of the bra, was its twin red straps.
Letting her gaze fall down to the panties, she whispered to herself, "I guess my son was in a colorful mood tonight . . . or maybe it's simply Fate trying to whisper in your ear, Ellen."
The thong string bikini panties were also colorful as they featured matching thin red strings, combined with an array of purple, white, red, and pink strips running horizontally across them.
But it was when she turned around, checking her butt out in the mirror that Ellen let out a small sigh. She had forgotten how precious little coverage her bikini panty bottoms afforded her ass. Near the top of her butt was a small triangle of material, featuring the same colorful strips as the front side. The precious little triangle of panty had the delicious effect of not at all covering any of Ellen's deliciously tanned butt cheeks, but instead leaving them fully on display.
"Wow, is all I can say," Ellen whispered as the thoughts of that night came rushing back to her when she was eighteen years old and last wore this exact bra and panty combo.
Gazing at herself in the mirror, Ellen became lost in thought.
Was she a bad mother for doing this?
She closed her eyes as she leaned forward against the mirror trying to focus her warm, fuzzy thoughts on the moral issues of what she was doing. She stood there, lost in thought, turning the question over and over in her mind, without really being able to decide one way or the other before suddenly making a snap decision.
Looking at herself seriously in the mirror she whispered softly, "I am a damn good mother for doing whatever it takes to provide comfort to my son. Period."
Her mind made up, Ellen was marching out of her room, on the way to his bedroom, when she suddenly stopped.
A thought, a deliciously nice and romantic idea, just hit her. Hard. Turning to her closet, she grabbed one of her robes and after slipping it on went to his room.
Spying her wearing her old white fuzzy robe, Jimmy face fell. "You are wearing your boring old robe . . . does this mean you changed your mind, Mom."
Hurrying over to him, she plopped down next to him on the bed.
"I did change my mind actually but you might agree what I have in mind now might be for the better so just listen."
After taking a moment to collect her thoughts she began to talk. "I think it must be Fate, once again, identifying its will to us."
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
"I mean the bra and panties you picked out for me to wear. I have not worn them in about twenty years, hon. I put them away at the very bottom of my drawer inside that bag but yet you found them. They are very special to me . . . and actually to you too."
Intensely curious know, Jimmy moved closer to his mom. "Why?"
"Because this was what I had on the first time I let your dad get . . . well, anywhere with me . . . sexually which, of course, led eventually, just the next day in fact, to me letting him go all the way and then nine months later you were born. As soon as we found out I was pregnant we rushed into marriage and the rest, as they say, is history."
Thinking of her late husband Jason made Ellen sniffle once or twice. It had been two years since his passing and yet she missed him still.
"So what . . . you hid them away as a token of that night."
She smiled at him before answering. "Yes."
"Then I found them and ruined your mood huh and now . . ."
Ellen, noting his crest fallen face, reached out to him. Grabbing his hand, she squeezed it hard. "Honey, I know what you are thinking and you are right, up to a point anyways, I did change my mind about giving you a redo."
"I knew it. I shouldn't have snooped inside the bag. I mean it was sealed up tight so obviously I should have just left it alone but I was just curious I guess."
"I think it was more than that, hon. I think it was Fate you finding the bag and being curious enough to look inside and while I did change my mind about giving you your redo I think you might be interested in knowing I have no desire to go against Fate's wishes for us."
"What do you mean?"
"Instead of your redo I have something better in mind for you, for us maybe. Listen. It was a Saturday night, and me and your dad had been going out steady for maybe six months and we always either went out on a date or hung out at his house. Now on this particular night we decided not to go out so we stayed and watched a movie on cable at his house and . . ."
Ellen went on to explain her idea to Jimmy and by the time she was done, Jimmy was intensely excited about what they had planned, although he was disappointed about having to wait until much later to get things started. What she had in mind was simple: a reenactment of that night when he first got into her pants.
Wanting to make things as realistic as possible, Ellen explained to Jimmy how exactly he was to act with her as the night progressed. Also to make things as realistic as possible for their reenactment they would watch the exact same movie, The Fog, from that night while Ellen would be wearing the exact same outfit—right down to her underwear.
Finally it was Saturday night and as they sat on the sofa going over some last minute details, Ellen again reminded Jimmy, "Now don't slip up and call me Mom. Remember, your dad always called me Ellie."
"Yeah, yeah I know . . . Ellie. And you remember yourself, don't call me Jimmy or son or honey but Jason."
She smiled at him. "Don't worry I will stick to our script as we embark on yet another role playing adventure huh?"
"I'm ready," Ellen replied excitedly.
"So am I," Jimmy said as he stared at his mom. He absolutely loved the way she was dressed for their date: a snug white blouse, tied off under her boobs, fully revealing her nicely toned tummy. Paired with her snug blouse was a pair of deliciously tight daisy dukes cut off denim shorts. Accessorizing her look, while hoping it would lend her a bit of a youthful appearance, Ellen added a pair of pink ribbons to her hair along with a pair of large silver hoop earrings.
They sat, side by side, huddled under a blanket, watching Jamie Lee Curtis getting chased by dead sailors, while munching popcorn. Just like what happened some twenty years ago with her late husband, Ellen waited a good forty five minutes or so into the movie before giving Jimmy his cue to get things moving in a naughty direction.
She could tell he was more than ready by the anxious way he was squirming under the blanket in anticipation of trying to get into her pants.
"You know I hate this slasher type movies, Jason," she whined. "They scare me and give me nightmares you know. I don't know why you pick them out for us to watch?"
"Isn't it obvious? Look how tightly you are clinging to me under the blanket, Ellie."
"So is that your motive. To get me closer to you?"
"Sure. Why not and hey, if you don't wanna watch the movie, we could always do something else."
Giving him a coy smile, she whispered, "Oh yeah, like what?"
"Like this . . ."
He slunk his arm around her, before drawing her in for a kiss. She allowed him to give her several light kisses on her lips before she felt his tongue trying to force its way into her mouth.
Pushing him back, she complained. "Jason, your parents, I mean, they are right upstairs."
"Yeah, but it's late. I bet they are already sleeping. I told you they both go to bed early and besides you know they are cool and respect my privacy. They won't come down here."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Yes, positive. You just need to loosen up a bit, Ellie and I have just the thing."
Jumping up, he rushed over to the liquor cabinet. He hurriedly poured them both a pair of shots, Jim Beam, before coming back to the sofa.
Extending the shot glass to her, he said, "Here drink this . . . it will loosen you up."
Ellie looked at the shot glass full of whiskey doubtfully, just as she had done some twenty years earlier.
"Oh come on. It's only one shot. It will help you relax . . . guaranteed."
"Fine," she said before taking the shot glass from him.
Beaming he held his own glass up, "Down the hatch."
They both downed their respective shots.
Ellen was not much of a whiskey drinker so now, like some twenty years ago, the whiskey had an almost immediate effect on her as it burned it way down her throat.
Smiling, she said, "That is strong."
"Yeah," he said with a grin. Now . . ." He slunk his arm back around her. "Do you wanna watch Jamie Lee get menaced some more or do you wanna make out with your boyfriend . . . pretty please?"
"Hmm, that is a tough choice but since my boyfriend bought me flowers last week . . . and candy and said please I guess we could make out for a bit . . . but remember . . . don't get too carried away."
"Promise," he said as he brought his lips to hers.
As they made out, Jimmy/Jason was not shy—this was her explicit instructions to him-- in trying to get his hands all over his girlfriend/mom's delicious body.
Ellen, remembering how shy and inexperienced she was with the sexy stuff back then, was equally not shy in constantly brushing his hands away, although she did allow him to slip his tongue in her mouth for a couple breathless seconds of eager exploring—before pushing him back.
"I think we need another shot," he told her.
"I don't think so, Jason," Ellie replied while re-buttoning the top two buttons of her blouse he had enthusiastically just managed to get undone during their hot little make out session before she pushed him away. "I think the one was more than good enough."
"Tell you what. We don't have to do full shots. Maybe just a half."
"A quarter," Ellie countered as watched her son filling up the shot glasses once again. She could not help but to smile as he was reprising the role of her "boyfriend" so perfectly up until this point.
"Too late, I already filled them half way and this stuff is expensive so we can't waste it," Jason said firmly as he brought the half-filled shot glasses back over to the sofa.
"Fine," Ellie sighed before taking the glass from him and downing it quickly. After this latest shot, she now was truly drunk . . . and ripe for the picking just as she had been those many long years ago.
"Now where were we? Unless you wanna start watching the movie again?" he asked her.
"I don't wanna watch the stupid movie anymore. I wanna do this . . ." Boldly she reached out, slinking her arm around him before drawing him into her embrace.
Almost immediately, he shoved his tongue deep in her mouth, swirling it around to full effect as he pawed at her chest.
She allowed the mauling of her chest by his young, restless hands as they continued to exchange several hot kisses.
Following the script his mother laid out for him, Jimmy pulled back. It was time for history to repeat itself.
Whispering he said, "Let's go up to my room, Ellie."
She hesitated shyly, just as she done some such a long time ago.
"Please . . ." He pleaded with her. "You have made me wait long enough."
Ellie smiled; he had the same look of desperation on his face, the same one her husband had hit her with back then. And just like back then, after a long nervous pause, Ellie nodded her head in quiet assent.
Jimmy took her by the hand, leading her up to his bedroom.
In pretty much an exact duplication of events years earlier, they ended up on his bed, making out.
At first, he was content to just feel her bare tummy but soon she found his hands floating up to the tie on her blouse. He tried to undo it; she stopped him.
"You can feel me up all you want," she whispered to him, "but only through my blouse. I don't want to go . . . too far."
He sighed, happy for her allowing him at least that, but sad she wasn't willing to concede more.
Twice during their hot make out session, he tried to undo the knot holding her blouse shut; twice he was denied. Twice he let his hands slip down to stroke her deliciously firm thighs, left so fully exposed by her skimpy daisy dukes before trying to force his hands between her legs; twice he was denied at this also.
His hands slipped back up to her chest, fondling her small breasts through her blouse again while he wondered what was going to happen next. All she told him was they had went up to his father's room where they made out on the bed and he tried to get in her pants. When he pressed for more details, she simply smiled and told him, "If you play your cards right sweetie, you will get to experience firsthand what eventually happened.
What happened next turned out to be pretty fucking wonderful. Breaking off their kisses, she pulled back from him. Turning, she started to roll off the bed and onto her feet.
Thinking he had been too aggressive with her, Jimmy said, "Wait, I'm sorry Ellie. I guess I went too far. Please don't go."
After getting on a pair of unsteady feet, the drunk Ellen turned to her son, ready to reprise her role as intoxicated seductresses. She was ready to reenact—exactly as best as she could recall- what happened those many long years ago.Turning around, she faced the bed. Making her voice as serious as possible, she said, "I'm sorry Jason but I have to go. When we started dating I told you, warned you I was a good girl."
"I know . . . I know," he sadly whispered back. "Can't we just . . . like kiss some more . . . if I promise to stop trying to . . . you know, untie your blouse, and like . . . stop putting my hands between your legs."
"If I agree to make out with you some more, you have to promise to stop trying to feel me up . . . completely. If you can agree to just kissing me, and only kissing me, I will stay."
"OK, OK, I agree . . . now come on, lay back down on the bed with me."
"OK but remember your promise . . . no feeling me up. It's not going to be easy you know."
"I know, I know, but just stay. I will be good. I promise."
"Are you sure about that," she said smiling slyly at him.
She took a step back before slowly bringing her hands up to her chest. Just as slowly, she began to unknot the tie holding her blouse shut.
He watched, stunned, as she carefully stripped off her blouse revealing the colorful bra he had picked out for her. Dropping her hands to her tight daisy dukes, she patiently unbuttoned them. A minute later, they were on the floor next to her blouse.
Standing before him in just her bra and panties, she slowly rotated around allowing him a complete view of her body.
"You like what you see, Jason?" she asked when she was finally facing him again.
"Yes."
"Good, I thought letting you see me in my new bra and panties would be a nice reward for being good and promising to just kiss me without trying to feel me up."
Yeah, a nice teasing as hell reward, he thought to himself as she hopped back up on the bed and snuggled herself up against him.
Bringing her lips to his, she initiated the first kiss. It was hard, literally, but somehow he managed to confine his restless hands to just carefully stroking her bare arms, tummy and thighs. He neither tried to fondle her boobies through her gorgeous colorful bra, or get his hands inside those delicious little thong panties of hers.
Finally, she broke off their kisses before turning her back on him. The whiskey was making this naughty adventure of their easier than she could have ever imagined.
"What is wrong?" he whispered. "I didn't try to feel you up like you made me promise."
"I know it's just . . . you are the first one ever to see me in my bra and panties Jason, and it's making me a bit uptight. Maybe . . . maybe I just need you to give me one of your nice shoulder rubs huh that always makes me feel relaxed, Jason."
"Sure, I can do that."
"I have a small bottle of body lotion in my purse. Did I bring it up here . . . my purse?"
Pointing across the room, he said, "Yeah, you set it over on my desk there. I will get it for you."
"No, stay there, I will get it. I need to move a bit before I pass out from all that stupid whiskey you made me drink."
She climbed to her feet before slowly staggering across the bedroom to the desk where she left her purse. He could feel his eyes all over her ass as she crossed the room and decided maybe it was really time to turn the heat up on him.
Over at the desk, her back to him, she rummaged through her purse, pretending she could not find the small bottle of body lotion she kept there. Her sole reason for doing this was, of course, to allow him time to check out her ass as it was on such full display thanks to the barely there thong panties she was wearing.
After an excessive amount of time she exclaimed, "Oh there it is. Found it."
Back on the bed, she stretched out on her tummy after handing him the bottle. He carefully squirted a bit onto both his hands and her shoulders before starting to give her a gentle shoulder massage.
Ellen sighed. Their role playing game was going perfectly to plan. She let him massage her shoulders for a quick minute or two before she whispered, "Would you mind being a good boyfriend and giving your girlfriend a nice back rub also."
"Of course," he happily agreed.
Picking up the bottle of lotion again, he squirted a decent sized amount out onto the middle of her back.
Moving slow, Jimmy rubbed the lotion all over his mom's/girlfriend's back in a wide circular motion—while staring all the time at that gorgeous ass of hers.
His cock was reaching epic proportions of hardness as this innocent little back rub of theirs continued.
Sensing what he was looking at, Ellen mumbled softly to him as his hands traveled down close, very close, dangerously close, to the soft rise of her ass before pulling back. "You didn't have to stop you know. I wouldn't minded if you rubbed some of the lotion on my . . . butt.
Hearing this, Jimmy's heart rate nearly doubled. Picking up the bottle of lotion, he squirted a generous amount onto each of her butt cheeks causing her to squirm.
"Oh, that is a bit cold."
"Let me warm things up for you then, Ellie," he happily chortled.
He took an inordinate amount of time rubbing the lotion carefully into her nice, firm ass, causing his poor aching cook to tremble with renewed hardness.
Finally, she turned over, smiling up at him she said, "My turn. Take off your jeans and shirt. I hope there is some lotion left."
"Yeah, the bottle was practically full," he told her as he hurriedly stripped off his jeans and tee shirt.
Stretching out on the bed on his tummy, it was his turn to sigh as she begin to rub her soft lotioned hands all over his back and shoulders. The way she carefully kneaded both his shoulders before letting her hands slip down and around his back made him with extreme contentment.
After a minute or two she whispered, "OK . . . all done. You can turn over."
Jason turned over, hoping this was not it.
"Did I do a good job, Jason?"
"Yes, of course. It felt nice."
"Yeah, my friend, Liz, she told me she gives her boyfriend massages all the time and he loves them. Of course, Liz is a bit of a . . . ahh slut and I think she gives her boyfriend something else besides just a simple back rub."
"Really, lucky guy."
Ellie immediately responded with a hard slap on his bare chest, catching him off guard.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"Maybe you wanna be with her then . . . if he is so lucky."
"Oh come on Ellie, I didn't mean it like that. You know I . . . love you."
She repressed a smile. This was going too perfectly. "Really, you love me Jason? You . . . you never told me that before."
"I do. I think you are perfect, Ellie and I wouldn't trade you for Liz no matter how many happy endings her stupid boyfriend gets from her."
"You mean that?"
Yes." Reaching out, he pulled her down and they began to kiss.
Their tongues were soon engaged in mock battle, slipping in and out of each other's mouth, exploring to their heart's content.
Following what happened those twenty years ago as nearly as she could remember, Ellen closed her eyes and let her kisses slip down off his lips and onto his bare chest. Moving ever so slowly, she showered the entirety of his chest and tummy with dozens of light, airy kisses, making him sigh with delight.
Her kisses fell down ever further. Swirling her tongue around his belly button caused him to let out a soft moan. Deciding to tease him to the max before pleasing him, she let her kisses travel down further right to the edge of his simple white briefs.
Raising up, she opened her eyes. Looking down, she could see by the tremendous bulge he was packing inside his briefs her teasing had done the trick.
Dropping her voice to a soft whisper, she said, "You know I have never seen a man . . . down there before, Jason."
"Really . . . you . . . you wanna see mine?"
"Yes, if . . . if you don't mind."
"No," he whispered.
Reaching down, Ellen slowly peeled off his briefs and then let out a pronounced gasp. "Wow . . . its . . . it's so big, Jason."
"It is?" he dumbly replied, not knowing what else to say.
"Can I touch it? Please."
"You can if you want, Ellie but I . . . I'm not forcing you."
"Of course you're not silly. It was my idea."
Using one finger at first, she ran it up and down the entire length of his hard shaft before wrapping her hand around it. "If I start moving my hand up and down . . . according to Liz . . . that is how I would give you a happy ending."
Jimmy nodded his head yes.
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