“Just come in here, no one is around. You can use the stall in the corner.” I said. He followed me in and I walked him over to his door.
“I’ll be right over here.” I said as I pointed to which room I was taking. He closed the door and I heard him take off his shirt. I walked over to my room and closed and locked the door. I dropped my dress at my feet and looked at myself in the mirror. A damp spot was clearly visible in the crotch of my panties. I had to take off my bra for the first dress, so I unhooked it. My nipples were hard as a rock. I grabbed my breasts to massage them, and I felt a jolt shoot from my abdomen to my pussy.
I put all my terrible thoughts away and went and grabbed the first dress. I slid it up my legs and shimmied it past my thighs and hips. I slipped the straps over my shoulders and pressed it down, trying to take the wrinkles out of it. It was a beautiful sheer dress that hugged every curve and only came to about mid-thigh. It had a built in bra and slip, and it looked stunning.
I turned to the door and opened it. I walked out and went to my son’s door. “Are you dressed?”
The knob turned and he walked out. He looked very dapper in some khakis and a button down shirt. I looked him up and down and made him turn around. I grabbed the waist of his pants, making sure they weren’t too tight. As I pulled them away, I caught a glimpse down his pants. I could just see the waistband, and it was very lacy and pink.
I let go of his pants and made him turn around. “That looks great on you.”
“You’re turn Mom,” He said after I complimented him. He had me spin around as he let out a low whistle. “You look amazing Mom. You would drive Dad crazy in that.”
“Thank you, but I don’t drive him crazy in anything son.”
“That’s a shame,” He said under his breath.
I told him I wanted to try on my next dress, so I walked away and had him close and lock the door. I stripped the dress off and hung it back up. I grabbed the next dress and pulled it off the hanger. I dropped it down and slipped it up my body. It was satin throughout with some lace trim. It was a beautiful pink though.
I zipped up the back and checked myself out again. It didn’t have a slip, and when I looked at my back, I could see my panty lines through the material. “I should have worn the thong,” I thought. I opened the door and walked over to the other door.
“It’s me,” I said softly.
The knob turned and he opened the door. I stepped inside. He was dressed in shorts and a polo. I had never seen him wear anything like this, but it looked nice on him. I complimented him and had him turn around. Again, I grabbed the waist band, I took a harder look and could see the thong disappear into the crack of his ass. They were much looser on him.
He turned around and I said they were too big, but I liked the look. By now my pussy was dripping wet. I could feel the moisture on my thighs.
“You’re turn, Mom.” He said, almost sternly.
I spun around slowly, showing him my side, then my back. I finally turned completely around. I could see a bulge appearing in his shorts. I knew this was driving him crazy. I was surprised at how much I was driving myself crazy. I asked him to unzip me before I left. It had a long zipper, to just above my ass, and I knew if he took it all the way down, he would see the tops of my panties.
The zipper got stuck about halfway down. I felt him tug on it. It released and slid all the way down. I heard him gasp as he got a full view of the tops of my panties. I felt his hand release the zipper and brush against my bare skin. I felt shivers run up my spine.
I turned and thanked him, then walked out of the room and to mine. I dropped the dress on the floor and looked at myself in the mirror. I was flushed from head to toe and my panties were dripping wet. I replaced the dress I had on and pulled the last one off the hanger.
It was emerald green, just like the nightie, bustier, and panties I had bought. I unzipped it and stepped into it. I pulled it all the way up and slipped the straps over my shoulder. I reached behind me to zip it up, and was having problems. I held it on with my arm and turned to look at myself in the mirror.
This one was very tight and very sheer. It didn’t have a built in slip like the first one. I turned around and could clearly see my panties through the material. I thought about putting on the nightie I had bought, but something inside stopped me. I put on my shoes and headed out the door, still holding my dress on.
“I need some help? Can you open the door?”
“I’m not dressed yet mom!”
“It’s ok, I just need you to zip me up.”
“Ok,” He said as he opened the door.
He had rushed to pull his pants up, but I could see the lace trim sticking over his shorts. It actually looked very sexy. I turned around, still holding my dress. I felt him pull the dress towards him, and I know he was looking down at my full bottom. The panties were ruffled and had a tendency to creep up my ass crack. I felt him tugging gently until it gave way. I felt him run the zipper all the way up.
I turned and thanked him by giving him a hug. I could feel him press his body up against me. That’s when I noticed something. I could feel his penis against my stomach. He was rock hard. I wondered if the tip of his cock was sticking up through the panties like before. I could feel my panties get even wetter. “What is wrong with me. I’m getting off on teasing my son,” I thought.
I let go and turned to my door. I turned my head back and said, “finish getting dressed.” I saw him trying to adjust his penis in his pants. He let go as soon as he saw my head turn, but I noticed it. I turned into my room and closed the door.
I ran my hands up and down my dress, feeling the soft material caress my bare breasts and nipples. I then ran my hands down my stomach. I had butterflies welling up and I started getting really turned on. I felt the band of my panties. I quickly lifted my dress and put my fingers into the waistband.
I had a fleeting thought that this was my son I was about to walk over to, but my mind wasn’t making my decisions anymore. I pulled at the band and felt them give way. I pulled them down and felt as the thin material was stuck to my pussy. I felt a cool breeze as the material finally let go and the cool air passed over my hot, wet pussy.
I let them fall to the floor, then I turned around and opened my door. I walked over to his door. I heard him breathing heavy. I wanted to catch him in the act. I figured he would be masturbating. I turned the knob, but it didn’t open. He locked it. “Let me in, I whispered.”
I heard ruffling and scrambling behind the door. A few seconds later he opened it. He was still flush and I could clearly see the outline of his engorged cock in his pants. I fought back reaching out and grabbing it. I told him to turn around.