Flipping her towel up over the back of the bathroom door, she walked into her bedroom, and headed for her closet. She wanted a look to go with her new self image. She picked out five short skirts, a couple of tank tops, and three or four other blouses, and walked back into the bedroom with them.
She spread the clothes across the bed and paced back and forth, picturing possible combinations. She picked up a black tank top and a short, pleated, pink plaid skirt first, and walked over in front of the full length mirror in the corner. She held them up in front of her, looking at herself behind the outfit critically. I like the skirt, but the black tank doesn’t work, she thought.
Stepping back over to the bed, she tossed the tank in a heap off to one side, and grabbed different blouse. Going back to the mirror, she held it up with the skirt, shaking her head again. She went through, several different combinations, always liking the little pleated pink plaid best.
Scooping it up off the bed, she grabbed the white tank top, holding them up together in front of the mirror, and grinned at her reflection.
There it is, she thought to herself. No panties, no bra. Nice to look at, easier to get at.
The faint blush of her rosy pink nipples, and the spiky buds would show clearly through the sheer material. And if it happened to get wet, well, then everything would show.
Spike up the hair, a little blush on the cheeks, and little miss teenage hottie here we come!
Tossing her outfit on the bed, she gathered up the rest of the clothes and took them back into the closet. She was grinning as she walked into the hall. It was time to wake up Phil.
Lois was wondering how she could make spilling something down her shirt look like an accident as she went into her son’s room. She crawled into bed with him, snuggling up close against his back, and kissing him lightly on his shoulder. When he didn’t stir, she reached over him, wrapped her hand around his cock, and started stroking it, smiling as it started hardening slowly.
Phil stirred in his sleep as she stroked his cock, and finally opened his eyes, groaning as he rolled over and started to sit up. His mother pushed him back down, laying her head on his chest, watching her hand as she jerked it up and down on his cock.
“Mmmmmmm, that feels good, Mom.” he grunted. “You looking to get an early start on the day? What time is it anyway?”
“About eleven, I think.” she said absentmindedly, moving her hand off his cock and cupping his balls in her hand. She hefted his wrinkled sac in her palm, moving his balls around with her fingers, almost as is she was trying to judge how full they were. Her fingers moved up and wrapped in a loose ring at the top of his sac, alternately squeezing and tugging on his swollen scrotum. She turned and looked back up at his face, a sly smile on her lips.
“What are you up to, Mom?” he asked her.
“You wanna go fuck Tracy with me?” she asked him, watching his face closely for his reaction. The answer came from the other direction though, as his balls quivered under her fingers, and she felt his cock throb powerfully against the back of her hand.
She looked down at his cock, seeing that it was now standing up stiffly in a full blown hard-on. She looked back at his face and grinned.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” she giggled.
She let go of his balls and rolled off the bed, walking toward the door.
“why don’t you get up and hop in the shower, and I’ll put a pot of coffee on for us.”
She stopped at the door and looked back at him.
“Oh, is pussy ok with you for breakfast?” she asked, wiggling her naked ass at him as she pranced out the door.
Phil walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later, still drying his hair. He’d pulled on a pair of shorts, but that was all. He grinned when he saw his mother sitting naked at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee.
“Oh hi, honey.” she said as she slid down in her chair, spreading her pussylips with her fingers. “You ready for breakfast? I’ve been keeping a little something warm for you!”
He laughed as he walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door, bending down to look inside. He liked this new side of her he was seeing. Aside from the obvious benefits, it looked like she was actually having fun, and it made him feel good to see her like this.
He looked around in the fridge for a minute, finally finding what he was looking for. When he closed the door, he was holding a can of whipped cream in his hand. Shaking the can as he moved over in front of his mother’s chair, he dropped to his knees, and popped the top off the can.
His mother was giggling as she watched him point the nozzle at her pussy, she shivered when he sprayed a thin line of the sticky foam up her cunt slit.
“Oooooohhhh! That’s cold, honey!” she whined, reaching for his head, to draw him closer. “Can you think of anyway to warm it up for me?”
“Now that you mention it, I think I can.” he laughed. He put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pressed his mouth to her foam covered cunt slit, running his tongue up the length of it, slurping up the whip cream as he went.
“Mmmmmmm, that’s nice.” she purred, resting her hand on the back of his head. “Tell me something, honey. Will those phones do video too? I mean, you took some really clear pictures of me last night. Could we make movie clips too?”
“Sure,” he said, planting soft fluttery kisses all over her pouting pussylips. He sat back a little, his lips inches from her pussy as he went on. “With a full charge, and the memory cards we have, we can shoot almost four hours of HD quality video. Or we can set the phones up to send a live stream to either, or both of our laptops, then we don’t have to worry about memory, just how long the batteries last. We can even have multiple streams coming in. You thinking what I think you’re thi… ”
“I sure am!” she giggled, pulling his mouth back against her pussy mound. “Now finish your breakfast!”
He dove back in, sucking her pussylips into his mouth as his tongue squirmed up inside her juicy little cunt hole, licking and slurping up her tangy nectar as it drooled from the tight opening.
Lois moaned, throwing her head back, and she saw the clock on the microwave out of the corner of her eye. It was already past eleven-thirty.
“Oh shit! I’m sorry, honey, but we really don’t have time for this! It’s later than I thought!”
She stood up, stepping over his head and ran over to the sink. She snatched a paper towel off the roll and wet it from the tap, then scrubbed the rest of the whipped cream from her pussylips.
“Come on, Phil! Go get some clothes on!” she said, dashing down the hall towards her bedroom. “I still have to get dressed, and do my hair! And you have to show me how to do the video thing with the phones!”
Half an hour later, Lois arrived at Tracy’s house, alone. Phil was going to follow her in a few minutes, he was setting up their computers to capture the video they would be sending from their phones. He’d already configured their phones for video messaging, so all his mother would have to do is put them in place, start the cameras, and press SEND.
Lois pulled her friend off to the side, away from Kyle.
“What kind of phones do you and Kyle have?” she asked quietly.
“You know, one of those new multimedia things. We just got them. I thought I showed it to you. Kyle knows more about them than I do.” Tracy told her.
“Let me see one,” Lois said, and followed as Tracy turned and walked toward her bedroom.
In her bedroom, Tracy picked up her phone off the nightstand, and handed it to her.
“Oh, that’s perfect, me and Phil have this same phone. Where’s Kyle’s?”
“Probably in his bedroom. Why?”
“Don’t ask so many questions! Just go get it, and meet me in the living room.”
Tracy shrugged and walked out of the room, Lois followed her, but turned the other way, toward the living room.
She took the three phones she had and placed them around the room. She brought the camera up on all three, pressed RECORD, then SEND, glad that Phil had setup the video messaging before she left the house She made sure they were also set for save to memory like Phil had shown her as she put them in place. She had to setup the messaging on Kyle’s phone manually, but copying it from hers was easier than she expected. She had just finished, and was standing in the middle of the room looking around when Tracy walked in.