10 comments/ 47545 views/ 35 favorites The Black Lace Basque By: monicaelwes By any standards it was a beautiful piece of lingerie. By the standards of a sexually inexperienced, twenty-two year old it was the most beautiful and sexiest garment he had ever touched. "Mmmm that's lovely?" The pretty, mid-twenties sales assistant said in strong Eastern European, probably Polish accent Charles thought, as he watched her carefully wrapping it up in tissue paper. "You have a very lucky girl-friend," she went on looking Charles in the eye and making him feel even more embarrassed. It had been quite a trauma going into the ladies underwear department of Marks and Spencer at Marble Arch in central London, it had been made worse when he saw that he was the only male in there and even more so when he touched and pulled various basques, teddies, waspies and bustiers from the racks to look closer. He felt out of place and was certain that the other shoppers or the sales staff were looking at him and thinking that he was some sort of perve who got his kicks from ladies lingerie. Deep down he wondered whether he might be for several times he had rummaged through his step-mother's laundry basket and revelled in feeling her underwear, a couple of times going further and slipping on one of her sexy thongs or panties. * "These are for me?" Monica asked when Charles gave her the package and card as they sat across the pine wood kitchen table. "Yes," he replied. "Happy Mother's Day." "Thank you Charles, that's so thoughtful of you." "Well I knew Sara would not be home." "No that's a shame, but when I have a step son as kind and thoughtful as you it makes up for missing my daughter away at school." "And someone has to make up for my bastard of a father." "You shouldn't talk about your dad like that." "Then he shouldn't leave you alone so much." "He has his reasons Charles," Monica replied pulling the lapels of her red, silk dressing gown more firmly together "But he should be here on days like this." "Well his business in Spain needs him." "You mean he needs that," Charles said wondering what she was wearing under the dressing robe. "Well yes," Monica smiled. "So it seems and rather more than Bruce needs us, well me at least." Monica and Bruce had been married for seven years. It was the second time for both of them and each had a child from their previous marriage. Sara was at boarding school and Charles was at university. As Bruce had many business interests he travelled a great deal and recently Monica and Charles had been left together a lot in the large house in Loughton Essex. "I think it's wrong of him, leaving you alone so much." "I cope Charles, so shall I open the present?" Looking very embarrassed and wondering like hell whether he might have blown it with Monica, Charles mumbled. "Yes." Although it was only recently that he had got to know his step-mother well, for he had been away at school when she and his father had got together, he had 'fancied' her from the first day they had met when he was fourteen or so with rampaging hormones. She had dusky, blonde hair that she wore in a variety of styles, long, shapely legs, a near perfect in his view body with something like thirty four or five B cup boobs, a narrow waist, flat stomach and gorgeous, rounded hips. He considered it to be such a womanly body that he fell for her immediately. And that had not changed at all as he went through puberty and into his late teens. She seemed to be permanently smiling and showing her perfect teeth and opening her full lips that nearly every time he looked at them he imagined being wrapped round his big cock. Monica carefully undid the parcel. It was beautifully wrapped and was very light and she had no idea at all what it might be. After removing the outer sheet she saw that something was wrapped in tissue paper. As she unwrapped that she saw with a jolt that it was made of black lace. It was folded so it was not clear what it actually was. She picked it up and her heart pounded, when she saw that it was a basque with suspenders. Made from black lace with tiny pink markings and some pale grey lace it was diaphanous with shoulder straps. Holding it up she saw that it had bra cups that were also seemed to be see-through and that the hem would be beneath her waist with it curving up from where the suspenders dangled down at her hips and in the centre probably near to her tummy button. Charles watched her undoing it wishing that he had resisted the temptation to do such a crazy thing. She was absolutely amazed and was trying to work out just what he was playing at buying her such an overtly sexy outfit. On the one hand she thought, as she ran her fingertips over the sensual material, it could just be a mistake on his part. It could be a genuine error of judgement in what was 'proper' to buy a woman. With his youth he might not know that men just did not buy sexy lingerie for women unless they were a number. Surely it could not be what the other hand suggests and that he was making a statement, professing something to her, indicating that his feelings for her were more than what step son and step mother should be. She looked at him, but he avoided eye contact. Inside he was starting to panic. It had seemed such a good idea when he had planned it. Buy her some sexy underwear and that will tell her how much you fancy her. If she doesn't like it you can always just say sorry, was how he had thought it out. But of course he was by himself then. By himself, naked and erect. By himself in his bedroom with the photos of her he had taken when she was not looking. By himself with the two pairs of panties he had taken from the linen basket. Yes by himself using her satin and lace panties to jerk himself off. Now, though, he was sitting across the table from her as she laid the basque on it, her fingers idly stroking the sensual material of the sensuous garment. 'Say something for fuck's sake,' he was thinking. 'Say anything, but don't just stare at me like that.' Her mind in a whirl and her emotions roaring out of control, Monica said quietly. "It's beautiful Charles, thank you so much," she said leaning across the table, and kissing him on the cheek. She went on. "You are very thoughtful." 'Thoughtful,' he was saying to himself as, looking straight ahead he saw that her robe was gaping. His gaze went down the front and he saw her pert, nicely rounded tits with wonderfully prominent nipples that looked to him to be hard. 'Not fucking thoughtful you sexy bitch, but hopeful,' he thought as he watched her pull the front of the robe into place. 'God he must have seen my tits,' Monica was thinking in her confused state as she pulled the dressing gown tightly round her and sat down again. They just looked at each other for a moment or two. She knew that he must have seen her breasts and he was aware that she must know that he had. Equally he thought that she must know I had seen them and must know that I know. Holding the inappropriately suggestive present in her hands and with the emotions of him having seen or, was it her having flashed she wondered, her breasts and nipples created a heavily suggestive atmosphere between them. "Sorry Monica," he said quietly making her feel even more confused as she had no idea for what he was apologising. "What do you mean?" She asked wondering if he was going to say that he should not have bought the basque. "I couldn't help seeing down there." "Yes I know," she said in almost a whisper. "I am sorry too?" "Why?" "Because I should not have let it gape and embarrass you." 'Is she fucking crazy' Charles asked himself. 'Excite me not embarrass.' Despite feeling incredibly nervous he somehow found the pluck to push things. Looking right into her eyes he said. "I was not embarrassed Monica, I was thrilled." "Oh Charles, you should not say that," Monica said, nevertheless feeling her heart pound as he said exactly what she wanted to hear. "But it's true Monica." "That's not the point, it's wrong." "I'm sorry, I have annoyed you," Charles said looking to Monica as if he was about to cry. He wasn't, but he felt pissed off that she clearly did not feel the same about him as he did about her. As it happens, he could not have been further from the truth. Over the past year or so as Charles had spent more time at home with her and Bruce she had found herself becoming increasingly attracted to him. She knew it was crazy and that her twenty-two year old step son would have no interest in a woman sixteen years older than him. In any case, she told herself, he has a string of good looking girl-friends so why would he bother with her? On top of all that doing anything would be so risky and the consequences if Bruce found out were unimaginable. She was very aware that he lived near to the edge, had many underworld contacts, was insanely protective and had a terrible temper. "It's not annoyance," she said as she weighed up how to handle the situation. She was thrilled that clearly he did fancy her for that overcame one big hurdle that had been at the forefront of her mind when, as more and more frequently of late, she imagined having sex with Charles. Her fear of exposing her hand and then being rejected by him had been of huge concern and may well have been the key reason she had not let him know more obviously of her feelings. "What is it then?" He asked hoping against hope that she was not thinking that he was stupid and that anything between them was ridiculous. She didn't reply for a while and he sat there watching her idly stroking the garment that had helped create this situation. He could not get the vision of her pert tits and erect nipples out of his mind and momentarily he considered moving round the table and sliding his hands inside the dressing gown, but of course he did not do that. "Well Monica are you going to tell me?" "Charles this whole thing is crazy." "What do you mean whole thing." "Well buying me this," she said holding the basque up and towards him. "What don't you like it?" "Yes Charles of course I like it, but you should not buy me such presents." "Why not?" "It is the sort of present you buy a girl-friend," she explained reminding him of what the Polish sales assistant had said. "Not your step mother." "I know." "So if you know, why did you get it for me?" Charles knew that it now really was shit or bust and pee or get off the pot time. He wondered whether he had the guts to go for it and he did nothing but stare at her for a moment or two. "Look at me Monica," he said quietly. 'God what's coming now?' She asked herself, partly hoping that he was going to tell her how he felt and what he wanted and partly hoping he would say nothing and everything could be put under wraps. She knew full well that she wanted to do something with him. Whether that was full sex or just being held by him, she was not sure. Despite the deterioration in her relationship with Bruce, she still took her marriage vows seriously and since marrying him she had been faithful and doubted that she could commit adultery with her husband's son. He watched her lovely face slowly lift up and her dark bluey grey eyes meet his. She looked very serious and his hopes fell when there was no smile on her face. It was too late to stop now though, he had gone too far. "Why can't you be that?" He blurted out. "Be what?" Monica asked genuinely not understanding what he meant. "My girl-friend," he muttered, now sure she would go barmy and tell him to fuck off. "Oh Charles, Charles," she whispered, her hands dropping onto the table near to him still holding the basque. "What Monica?" he sighed reaching out and holding her hand. "We can't, it's impossible, it's wrong." "No Monica we can, it is possible and it's not wrong." "But your father?" She sighed loving the feel of him holding her hand. "Fuck him, he does not deserve you." "I am years older than you." "That is nothing, you are gorgeous and the loveliest woman I know." "Charles no, please," Monica groaned returning the squeeze on her hand. "You are Monica, I have thought that since I was kid and now I am a man I think you are the most desirable woman I have ever met." His words seemed to rain down on her like hailstones. They were so welcome yet provocative and concerning at the same time. She was so pleased to hear that he wanted her, that her affection and lust for him was reciprocated and that he thought she was 'the most desirable woman he has ever met,' but she feared the consequences? She feared what might happen no, almost certainly would happen and now. How could something not happen when they were sitting close together holding hands and stroking the luxuriant material of the sexy lingerie he had bought her? How could something not happen when he had so openly declared his desire for her? How could something not happen when she was wearing just the thin silk dressing gown and how could something not happen when he had just seen her bare breasts? "Oh Charlie," she sighed stroking the back of his hand. "I had no idea." "I know, but what about you?" "Me, what do you mean?" "How do you feel?" Monica was loath to open up too much. She did not want to build his expectations too high. All the many times she had thought about this moment or something similar she had not been able to imagine them actually fucking. Yes of course in many ways she wanted to. Her body cried out to be fucked, it needed to be, Bruce neglected it and her too much, but committing adultery was a massive step for her. It had been the reason her first marriage had failed and she did not want to make the same mistake again, but could she resist her young and eager step son? When she had masturbated, as she did more frequently recently, it was his mouth on her breasts, his teeth round her nipple, his naked body against her and his cock in her hands. But as she made herself cum stronger and stronger the more she thought about him, he was not inside her. As wonderful as she was sure his cock would feel sliding up her, something stopped her imagining it actually fucking her. "I am so confused Charles." "At what?" "How I feel?" "Don't you know?" He asked almost pleadingly. "Not really no," she lied. "Do you feel nothing, am I making a big mistake and a fool of myself?" "No, no, no Charlie not at all," she smiled grabbing both of his hands with both of hers and stroking them. "What do you feel then?" He asked feeling totally confused. "Scared." "What do you mean scared?" "This is so wrong Charles." "No Monica it isn't I promise you." "But Bruce would think it is, my friends would think it is, everyone I know would think it is." "Fuck all of them Monica, we would not think it is," he retorted. "But we might Charles, if anything happened." "What do you mean anything?" "You know what I mean Charles," she said as he slid his hand up her arm a little way. He loved the sensation of her bare flesh on his fingers. He had imagined that so many times as he had jerked off thinking of her, but then it was not the bare flesh of her lower arms. No, then, it was her back, her chest, her breasts, her thighs and her rounded yet so pert arse. 'Shit what's he doing,' Monica wondered also loving the feel of his hand on her? Taking a deep breath and looking her in the eyes, Charles said. "By anything you mean have sex don't you?" "Yes," she whimpered. "Oh god Monica, I want that so much." "Charlie no, please don't say that," Monica groaned as he slid both hands up her arms to slightly above her elbows; the sensations were lovely for both of them. "I can't help it, I want you so much." "No, no, you mustn't." "Yes Monica I must, I think of hardly anything else," he said noticing that the lapels of the thin robe were once more starting to gap. "Don't tell me you don't feel it too." "No Charlie, oh bugger yes of course I do." "Monica that's fantastic," he said beaming a broad smile as he leaned across the table and kissed her on the lips. He felt so relieved at both realising that he was not going to be in trouble with her and that his feelings were reciprocated that he put his arms round her shoulders. Monica did not respond to the kiss and that threw Charles a little. He didn't know what to do. "Are you ok Monica?" He asked realising suddenly that standing up as he was and sitting down as Monica was gave him a great view down her top. His heart thumped and his cock grew even more when he saw the swell of each of her breasts almost to her nipples. "Yes Charles, yes I am, but I am frightened." "Don't be, I will look after you," he said rather charmingly, but somewhat naively Monica thought. Kissing her again, this time with more passion, he was thrilled when he felt her lips moving under his and opening as he probed against them with his tongue. She had been undecided as to whether she should respond or not. Her body was telling her to kiss him back, but her mind was screaming at her not to and was warning her of all the consequences that could arise from them going any further. It took only a few moments for her mind and body to debate the situation and the body turned out to be by far the more eloquent. She kissed him back and opened her lips. Charles' spirits soared as he felt Monica's lips part and her tongue met his inside her mouth. They kissed for ages with both of them savouring the luscious sensations of the other's lips, mouth and tongue. As they kissed, they both, of course, were thinking of what would happen next? Charles' thinking was straightforward. He wanted to get his stepmother naked and fuck her, preferably several times in several positions. Monica's thinking was different. She had the conflict she had struggled with ever since she had realised that she wanted more from Charles than him being a dutiful step son. She wanted sex with him, but was not sure that she could give him all that any man would want from a woman, in other words she was not sure that she could or would let him fuck her. After her first marriage breakdown, she had developed a strong aversion to committing adultery with anyone least of all her husband's son. Charles', of course knew nothing about Monica's reservations and as most men would he assumed that they would now go to bed. Standing up and moving round the table, he sat next to Monica and put his hands on her shoulders. "Monica you are the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever met," he said quietly looking down at the half exposed expanse of her left breast. "Oh Charles," she groaned the weight of responsibility feeling as heavy as his touch on her shoulders. She was very aware that the lapels of the robe had again gaped and most of her left breast would be exposed, but she did nothing to cover up. She wanted him to see her breasts, in fact she wanted him to see all of her body. He did not know how to take that, but assumed bedding his step mum was now a done deal as it had been with most of the other dozen or so women he had slept with. Leaning forward he kissed her on the lips softly and whispered. "You are so gorgeous looking and you have the most fantastic body and incredible breasts. "You have not seen my body." "I have ogled it every time I see you and earlier when you leaned forward I saw them." "Oh shit yes," she smiled adding. "A real eyeful wasn't it?" "Yes and Monica I want another." "Another what?" "Eyeful." "I see." She knew that this was it. The time when she had to put out or shut up. The time when all her thoughts, fantasies and masturbatory images came into play or became nothing. Yes now was the time when she had do what her body had been urging her to do ever since he had given her the basque. The Black Lace Basque What prompted her to do what she did, what were her motivations, where the pluck came from and just what she expected from Charles did not occur to her as looking right into Charles' eyes she said quietly. "Wait, give me a few moments." Getting up still holding the basque, she left the room. Charles was perplexed. Had he blown it, maybe she was pissed off at him or maybe she just wanted a pee, who knows? He didn't, but he soon found out. "Oh my god Monica, you look amazing," he stammered as he looked at her standing in the doorway wearing the basque, thong and stockings. "I thought you might like me to model it for you," she said turning round. "Just as good from the back," he gasped staring at the two luscious cheeks of her rounded bum. "Come on," she said holding her hand out. "Let's go upstairs." Now that she had made her decision, Monica felt better. She had more confidence and took the lead. In addition to the lust she had felt for Charles for some time and the prospect of the almost unlimited sex that a man of his age could supply, she now felt another sensation. The one that is a motivator to many older women when they take a younger lover and that is to teach him, educate him in the whiles and guile of grown up sex and take him to levels of sexual pleasure he did not even dream existed. But she was not ready to give many of the lessons that she should give to him, for even now she did not feel that she could let him fuck her. Even now as she revelled in the look on his face when he had the unexpected delight of seeing her in the basque, even when she took his hand and even as they walked up the stairs his eyes just inches away from her swaying, wiggling bottom, she did not think she could go all the way. She led him to her and Bruce's bedroom, which seemed more in keeping with the taboo nature of what they were doing. Sitting on the bed quite demurely giving the outrageously sexual nature of what she was wearing and said quietly. "Why don't you undress Charles or would you prefer me to do it for you?" Charles had never heard such an erotic suggestion before or been in such an erotic situation. "I'll do it," he mumbled, pulling his polo shirt over his head. Looking at him Monica's heart leapt, his body was fabulous. It was so lithe and muscular, so fit, she thought. It was such a long time since she had been pressed against a physique like Charlie's "Come here," Monica said. "Where?" "Right here," she said pointing right in front of her. She could see from the bulge in his jeans that he was hard and she had an urge to see it. Her husband, Charles' dad was well endowed and she was wondering just what lay hidden in his jeans. He stood before her. She looked at the clear outline surging up alongside the flies in his jeans. Looking up at him she placed her fingertips on it and slowly ran them upwards until they went past the outline of his erection and reached the waist of his jeans. She slid them a little way inside and stroked his erection with her other hand. Charles was in heaven. He had never been made love to before, but then he had never been with an older woman before. All of his experiences had been about him fucking young birds, not mature women. This was so different. He placed his hands on her head and ran his fingers through her hair. "Oh Monica this is amazing," he groaned as he felt the tips of her fingers touch the end of his bare prick inside his jeans. So intense were the feelings that his whole jerked. "Nice?" She asked undoing the brass button and taking the tab of the zip in her fingers. "It's fantastic," he sighed running one hand over her slim shoulders, down her back and inside the basque. His hands on her skin sent a shiver through Monica, although she was not too sure what was more exciting that or her sliding his zip down and seeing the bulge in his boxers; it looked delicious. Now that the 'worry' of either rejection or making a fool of herself with her young step son had gone and he had so clearly indicated that his desire for her was at least equal to hers for him, she had become more aroused. The mere fact of knowing he wanted her was a big turn on as was being dressed in the sexy garments that he had bought for her and being in her marital bedroom about to get his dick out. She slid his jeans down and looking up at Charles and holding his gaze she ran her hands up either side the length of his bulge. Reaching the elastic at the waist of his underpants she hooked her fingers on both hands into it and then slowly pulled it away from his body revealing his thick long cock inch by inch. Now looking at that she said softly. "It's beautiful Charlie." She stroked it as he fumbled his hands down her chest and cupped her breasts. They stayed like that with her rubbing his cock and he her breasts for some time. "Lay on the bed Charles," she told him. Fumbling his jeans, socks and underpants off he lay down on the big, low bed. Monica lay beside him. His hands immediately went to her breasts. "Mmmmm that's nice," she purred holding his dick and stroking it. "I want you Monica, I want you so much," he groaned turning and kissing her as his passion for his step mother reached almost fever pitch. He eased her tits out of the bra part of the basque and after pinching and pulling them he sucked one into his mouth. She cuddled his head and pushed her tit more firmly against his mouth. It was gorgeous. "I know Charles, I know," she replied loving his lips alternating between hers and her breasts. "Let me make love to you Monica?" "No, no Charles I can't," she blurted out. "What? Oh Monica no, why?" "I just can't." "Why not you want me surely, don't you?" "Yes I do, but it was me being unfaithful that fucked up my first marriage and Charles it could never work." "What couldn't?" "Us, there could never be an us darling." "Why not, why couldn't there be?" He asked sliding his hand between her legs and rubbing her soaked lips through her thong. "With your father it would be impossible." "Then what Monica, what can we do?" She looked him right in the eye and said. "We can do this Charlie," as she ground her pussy against his hand and rubbed his cock with long, slow strokes. "What do you mean?" "We can masturbate each other, but we cannot fuck, is what I am saying." "What about oral?" "Yes we can do that, but you just cannot have me completely." Charles could not understand her reasoning, but had no alternative to go along with it. "Just lay back baby," Monica cooed taking control again. He did as she said. She lay beside him and took his thick cock in her hands. Carefully, reverently almost she started stoking it. Firstly with both hands, but then with just one as she cupped his balls and gently squeezed those. She used one finger to softly scratch him on his perineum. He reached up and held one of her breasts with one hand and wiggled the other between her legs that she parted to help him. They kissed. The combination of all these stimulants made for a heady and erotic cocktail of pleasures for Charles and it was only after a few moments that his hips, as if with a mind of their own, started to thrust up and down causing his cock to pump in and out of her hand. He was now unashamedly and very obviously fucking her hand and that was a wonderful feeling for her as, at the same time his rather fumbling fingers on her lips and clit took her near to a climax. "Monica I am cumming." "Yes Charlie, yes baby cum for me," she groaned as her orgasm burst over her. Rolling slightly more onto his side so he could reach her breasts sucked a nipple into his mouth as his cock seemed to explode. Monica revelled in the pleasure of his cock gushing out so much cum. It went all over her hand and wrist and onto her lower stomach with copious amounts splashing up the front of the basque. As she looked down ans saw that the black lace was soaked with Charlie's sperm she knew for sure that the garment was ruined.