Son Buys Mom Lingerie Novels & Stories

He picked up his bag and walked out. I squeezed my son's sweet body close. "Come on. Let's brush your teeth and get you dressed so we can go see your daddy play." *** That night I slipped into the purple and black number twenty, lacey, baby doll nightie I discovered online. It cracked me up because I just couldn't see another man wanting his wife or girlfriend wearing it. Killian walked in talking, "He's asleep- fuck." I turned slowly so he got the full effect. "You are one hot momma."

Joni pursed her lips and said nothing. Leon set up the TV and went to join her on the sofa in front of the bed. He toed off his shoes and put his feet up on the glass table in front of them. "Do you want anything to drink?". He asked her. "Black socks. I won't be surprised if you bought it from one of those fashion brands." Joni said. "No thanks." "My grandma Bianca owns a fashion company. We don't buy our clothes." He said. "Good for you."

Thankfully, Marry wasn't going to act in this ad otherwise she would turn a romantic night into a porn video. “ Okay, okay.. I got it now, you don't need to exhaust your body... ” Sona said while blushing, she was afraid what if someone listen to their voice outside. “ Are you ready? ” Marry asked while Sona looked at her reflection in the mirror while nodding nervously. She has a perfect body, thick where it should be thick and thin where it should be thin, but she has never exposed her body like this. Now, one could easily see and tell how hot she was. She bit her lips while seeing herself in a thin bra and sexy panties, meanwhile, Marry wrapped herself in a robe and said, “ Let's go.. ”

She picked up a green dress with had a dramatic flair the sides “This one’s fantastic!” he said. My mom would be impressed” “Mum? Is there something I’m missing” “You’re going to meet my mom soon. You’d love her” Hopefully” she said. She picked up a lingerie set in a burgundy box. She opened it and turned to him “What do you think about this one?” “It’s both glamorous and dangerous,” he said. “And this—?” She showed him a very light silk jogger that was almost transparent in its material.

Mom slides into my room and is holding a garment bag in her arms. "I had the driver stop at a shop on the way here and found this for you. I also got you some underwear and bras there too. A girl can never have enough pretty underwear. " She hands me a bag and I look inside at the assortment of underclothes. Pulling them out and spreading them on the bed to get a better look. There were lacy colored bras with matching sexy underwear. Mom had only bought me flesh colored bras or sport bras growing up and brief panties. I was in shock. "You have a mate now , there's no reason not to look sexy for him " She explained herself as I watched her unzip the garment bag . She quickly uncovered the dre

She stood far behind her mother ashamed as they entered the store and watched her mom as she went to speak to one of the store sale reps. Please help me find honeymoon lingerie for my innocent daughter, she heard her mom speak to the sales rep. "Mom....," Paris cried out feeling humiliated by what her mother had said. She wished she didn't have to let the sales rep know that she was a virgin. "Come on Paris follow her," instructed Mrs. Poppy. Paris rolled her eyes and followed the sales rep to look at some lingerie. A pair of green mesh underwear and a bra caught Paris' eyes as she headed over to the lingerie. She was about to reach for it. Her body jumps feeling her mom hitting her hand.

] Mom: "Jimmy, I know you are wondering a thousand things. Like, why did I dress like a monk all those years. Well, I didn't want to advertise something that wasn't for sale. But, now that I am without, I need to sell it, and fast. I know this is right out of the blue, but I don't want to 'get back out there', especially with AIDS, drugs, unreliable birth control, and the more than occasional bad date. This might shock you, but when I saw that incredible physique on my own son, I sort of got the notion that maybe all I need was right here. [She caressed my shoulder and then squeezed my huge biceps.] God, you are so much more man than that worthless weasel. So big...so strong...so virile. [Sh

7 Lila’s POV. The boutique smelled like steamed silk and perfume. Soft music. Softer voices. Racks of white on white, like snow you could wear. Mom was already glowing before we walked in. She kissed both cheeks of the owner like they were cousins. I followed with the garment bag I didn’t need, sipping the lemonade they hand to nervous brides. “This is the one I told you about,” Mom said to the consultant, patting my arm. “My daughter. She’s here to keep me honest.”

I tossed my phone aside and picked up Hammie before giving him a few big kisses. "Hammie, we're going to meet the woman your dad wants to marry tomorrow, okay?" Hammie barked once. I had no idea whether that meant it agreed or not. Whatever. I suddenly recalled the designer bag that cost 90 thousand dollars I had my eye on and sent Christopher a message. [As a reward for saving your reputation earlier, asking for a bag isn't too much, is it?]

"Turn around." I gave her a three-sixty, showing off my newest jeans and the black shirt I loved the most, paired with the blue vest that I wore for deliveries. My mother nodded sadly. "You removed torn jeans and wore normal jeans. What's the change? Do you not have any beautiful clothes?" "Mom, I'm going to deliver at the mansion. I'm not fishing for a husband.” I frowned at her. “This is what I always wear for deliveries and you have never complained before. What's with the attitude today?"