13 comments/ 142616 views/ 9 favorites Scott & Barbara Ch. 01 By: DankertV With special thanks to BlueEyed5ftAngel for her skilful editing, and to Captain123 for providing the story idea! As he pulled up on the driveway outside his house, Scott removed the keys from the ignition and gave out a slight sigh. He couldn't help but ask himself why he was feeling so strange. As things were right now, he had a lot going for him, and didn't have any problems to think of. Scott was 20 years old, and for six months now he had been going out with Amanda, who was two years younger than him. Being with Amanda was great, and there were many guys in town who would give quite a lot to be in Scott's shoes. Amanda had always been considered a beauty, even at an early age, and these days she had grown into a lovely young woman. She had very dark, long hair and her skin was as smooth as a baby's. Her body was close to perfection, if not perfect even, and her face certainly couldn't disappoint anyone. Her eyes were deep blue, her lips full and luscious, and she had the cutest little nose. Scott and Amanda really had something going on, and they were a really good match. Yet there was something that made Scott feel a little uneasy in his relationship with Amanda, and lately, those feelings had grown more intense. Scott stayed in the car for a few minutes, trying to collect his thoughts, but finally went inside the house to get some sleep. It was quite late now, and he had to get up early the next morning to pick up Amanda for a breakfast date. The next morning, Scott arrived at Amanda's house just a little past 9. He knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by his beautiful girlfriend. Amanda was all giggly as she opened the door. Without losing any time, she threw herself in Scott's arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, you! I'm so glad to see you, baby! I've missed you," she said. "Amanda, it's only been since yesterday," Scott replied with a laugh. "I know," she said planting a small kiss on his lips. "But I've still missed you." Scott smiled at his girlfriend, and noticed how the uneasy feelings weren't there anymore. Perhaps they were all in his imagination, he thought to himself. Yes, that's how it has to be. Amanda is great, why should I feel anything else but love right now? But just as Scott and Amanda were getting ready to leave, Barbara appeared in the hall. Barbara was Amanda's mother, and was in her early forties. She had divorced Amanda's father two years earlier, and since then she had lived with her daughter in their house. Scott didn't know where Amanda's father had gone. Having never met him during the six months Scott had been dating Amanda, he figured the father no longer played a part in Amanda or Barbara's lives. Just like a lightning bolt, Scott's uneasy feeling came over him again. He was well aware of what the reason was: Barbara. No matter how much Scott adored Amanda, he couldn't help the attraction he felt for her mother. He had never before been with a girl who had such a beautiful mother, and the feelings she stirred in him made Scott feel very confused and uncomfortable. Barbara was very attractive for her age. Her appearance was extremely feminine and elegant, and she was always so refined and classy. Moreover, she had a taste in clothes that really appealed to Scott. Her casual clothes were always top-label and because of her job as a real-estate agent, she often wore designer business suits combined with high-heeled shoes and expensive jewellery. This morning, she was wearing a dark grey blazer with matching skirt and a white blouse underneath. The blouse was open enough to reveal bare skin and a string of dark pearls adorned her slender neck. A pair of single-diamond earrings sparkled on each side of her face and her blonde hair was put up with a hair clip on the back of her head. But while all this was a lovely sight in its own right, what really caught Scott's attention as usual were Barbara's legs. She had on a pair of dark nylons, which gave a beautiful gleam to her skin, and on her feet were a pair of black stiletto shoes. Spotting Scott she said, "Oh hi, Scott! How are you today?" "Just fine, Mrs. Williams," Scott replied, feeling as if he had been jerked out of a daydream. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" Amanda's mother said with a smile. "It's Barbara, nothing more." "I'm sorry. Barbara it is," Scott replied and returned the smile. He then turned to Amanda and said, "Well, I guess we should get going." Amanda nodded in confirmation as Scott opened the door behind him. As they came out and started heading down the front stairs, Amanda suddenly turned back. "Oh wait, I forgot my purse. I'll just ask mom to get it for me." Amanda opened the door and went a few steps into the hallway. Scott waited in the doorway as his girlfriend called for her mother. "Mom, could you come out here and bring me my purse? It's in the kitchen and I don't want to take my shoes off." "Sure thing, honey," Barbara answered from inside. From the hall, one had a good view into the kitchen, which was straight ahead. Scott could see Amanda's purse sitting by a chair. Being in the kitchen already, Barbara suddenly came into view. As she bent down to pick up her daughter's purse, her skirt slid up a bit. Scott felt his face blush slightly as he spotted the tops of her nylons. They were stockings and barely visible under the skirt was the black, lace top on one of them. It was visible for just a second, but the image was quickly burned into Scott's mind. As Barbara came out into the hallway and handed the purse to Amanda, Scott fell back into the state of daydreaming. He jumped slightly as Amanda pulled him out of it: "Ok Scott, shall we go then?" "Sure," Scott replied shortly as he tried to act casual. Closing the door behind them, they headed down to the driveway where Scott had parked his car. The short walk was only thirty feet or so, but the thoughts running through Scott's head made it seem as if they were walking in slow-motion. His arm was holding Amanda around her back, but he could not let go of the thought of her mother and her stockings. Taking Amanda to a local coffeehouse, Scott went through the breakfast date with many thoughts whirling in his mind. His feelings for Amanda were certainly special and he did enjoy spending time with her. Sexually, her body easily turned him on but he also knew that was as far as it could go with her, at least for now. In spite of the six months they had been together, Scott and Amanda had not yet had sex. Scott had wanted to but there was something making Amanda say no. Although Scott respected her feelings and didn't push any further, it was still frustrating to be going out with such a sexy girl and not be able to make love with her. During their relationship Scott had to rely on masturbation as an outlet for his urges, with the exception of a hand job that Amanda had given him once. But lately, things had changed. These days, when he was pleasing himself, it wasn't Amanda he thought about but Barbara. A couple of days later, Scott once again pulled up on the driveway outside Amanda's house. They were going to the movies that night and as he knocked on the door, he heard a muffled "come in" from inside. As he entered the house, he was greeted by Amanda who was leaning against the balustrade on top of the staircase that led from the hall to the upstairs floor. She had a towel wrapped around her body. "Hi baby," she said warmly. "You're early... I'm just going to take a shower before we go. There's no rush, is there?" "I suppose not," Scott replied. "Great. Why don't you go into the living room and sit down. I'll be done in 20 minutes or so. Mom's not home, so you can go right in." With those words, Amanda disappeared around the corner, heading into the upstairs bedroom. Scott just remained where he was with a tingle running through his body. Amanda's final words had shot through him like an arrow and something awoke in him that he didn't know how to handle. Barbara wasn't home... That meant he had the house to himself as long as Amanda was in the bathroom. Taking off his shoes, Scott went into the house. But he didn't sit down in the living room. Instead he made a left turn at the end of the hall and headed towards Barbara's bedroom. He could feel his heart pumping faster and his throat become dry as he came closer to the room where Amanda's mother slept. Feeling a bit like a burglar, he tripped carefully not to make a sound, although he knew Amanda wouldn't be able to hear him in the shower. Scott slowly opened the door to Barbara's bedroom, as if he wasn't completely sure she wouldn't be in there. Scanning the room to make sure she wasn't, he then had another look over his shoulder - just in case - and then he went in. Barbara had a walk-in closet and Scott knew exactly where he was going. Sliding one of the doors open, he was met with a sight that made his body shiver. Racked up in the closet was Barbara's entire wardrobe; business suits, evening gowns, cocktail dresses, casual wear and nightgowns. Scott could see a large number of high-heeled shoes lined up on the floor. Most of them were real stilettos; some had heels perhaps five, even six inches high. The closet was filled with a scent of feminine perfume and Scott could feel a hard-on coming on from just sniffing the air in there. He reached out his hand and grabbed the lower part of a light purple nightgown. It was a satin one and the fabric gave off a beautiful shine as it crumpled from Scott's touch. Gently he felt the satin between his thumb and index finger and the smoothness of the material forced him to put his other hand against his pants, giving his cock a few strokes through them. Releasing the nightgown, Scott then spotted a chest of drawers on the other end of the closet. His heart rate grew even faster as he approached it and pulled out one of the drawers. It was filled with velvet boxes; Barbara's jewellery collection. Scott opened a few of the boxes and marvelled at what he found. Necklaces, bracelets and earrings; diamonds, pearls and gold. But this wasn't what he was looking for. Closing the drawer, he opened the one below it and was met with something that made his dick twitch again. This was Barbara's underwear drawer... It was filled with garments, all satin and lace. Some white and some red, but mostly black. There were bras, all in different styles and designs but all in satin with lace trimmings of some sort. Neatly folded beside them were Barbara's panties. Scott couldn't resist picking one of them up and holding them up in front of him. They were black as the night, all in satin except for the upper part of the front, which had a lace pattern of black roses. Scott held them up towards the bedroom window and let the sunlight shine through the delicate fabric. He was completely awestruck with Barbara's sexy lingerie and couldn't help but admire them as he touched and felt the softness of the satin. Then, almost instinctively, he put the panties against his face and started to smell them. The scent of Barbara's perfume grew stronger and Scott felt his cock ache at the thought of her pussy having been right where his nose was sniffing now. Completely overcome by the arousing feeling, he continued to explore the drawers, smelling and feeling several pairs of panties and bras. Suddenly, the image of Barbara's dark stockings hit him. Quickly he stuffed the panties and bras back into the drawer, and opened another one. There they were; all of Barbara's stockings. Ever so gently, Scott pulled out a pair. The nylon felt so lovely in his hands, so rough and yet so delicate. Not unlike the pair he had glimpsed under Barbara's skirt the other day, these too had lace tops. Scott ran his fingertips up and down the stockings, feeling almost as if under some spell. He was completely guided by his desires now, and as he started sniffing the stockings, his one hand again began massaging his cock through his pants. All of a sudden, he heard the shower upstairs subside. Scott quickly came to his senses and returned the stockings to the drawer. Closing the closet doors behind him, he then quickly left the room and quietly went into the living room. A few minutes later, Amanda came down the stairs. She looked lovely with a new summer dress on but all that was running through Scott's mind was the thought of Barbara's sexy underwear. The young couple headed out on their date but throughout the night, during the entire movie and the drive home even, all Scott could think about was Amanda's mother's lingerie. Dropping his girlfriend off at her house, he kissed her goodnight and headed back home. That night, he masturbated twice while thinking of Amanda's mother, wearing nothing but black lingerie and stockings. Barbara was under his skin and everywhere in his mind. The next morning, Barbara woke up early as the alarm rung. Going through her usual morning routine, she had a shower before going through her closet to pick out something to wear for the day. But this morning, something was different. As she opened her chest of drawers, she was immediately struck by how disorganised everything was. Barbara usually folded her underwear very neatly when she put them in the drawers but today some of the panties looked as if they had just been stuffed down. Her first thought was that Amanda had borrowed something - she did that from time to time - but then again, her daughter was always just as careful to fold everything neatly. For a moment Barbara stood there, trying to think of a reason why her underwear drawers looked so different. If it wasn't Amanda that had been through them, who else was there? Then it struck her and a shiver went through her body. Could it have been Scott? Barbara thought about it for a while and tried to find some other explanation. But she couldn't come up with anything else. If it hadn't been Amanda that had gone through her underwear, there was only Scott left who could have had the opportunity. Shocked as she was, Barbara still couldn't help but feel a little excited. She had always worn sexy lingerie; it made her feel so feminine and beautiful. Her husband had never really appreciated it though. He had always been the kind of guy who saw lingerie as something that was in the way, and he had always ripped it off her as quickly as he could. If Scott was the culprit - which was likely - he was quite obviously different. As Barbara pictured her daughter's boyfriend going through her drawers, she began fantasising about what he had been doing with her things. Had he just been looking, or did he do something else? Did he touch them as well, and perhaps even... smell them? As the thought went through Barbara's head, she felt herself become aroused and her hand reached down to her crotch. When she realised she was moist between her legs, Barbara closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Slowly she began rubbing herself and a naughty plan began forming in her head. If Scott enjoyed her lingerie so much, she was going to give him something to really enjoy... Without being able to get the thought of Scott going through her drawers out of her mind, Barbara proceeded to pick out a nice set of underwear for the day. For the first time in years, she felt she was not only doing it for her own benefit and she had a wonderful feeling that there was someone who actually appreciated it. Keeping things fairly simple, she chose a matching set of bra and panties. They were both plain, white satin and the bra gave Barbara"s bosom just a little lift. Then she picked out a suspender belt - also white satin, but with a pattern of black lace on the front - and put it on. Sliding on a pair of black stockings, she then carefully attached the lace tops to the suspenders. Barbara took a moment to admire herself in the mirror before she put a single string of white pearls around her neck to complete the ensemble. She felt a tingle as she imagined Scott in the bedroom with her and how exciting it would have been to model her lingerie for him. Finally, she put a business suit on top of it all; a red blouse accompanied by a black skirt. Matching the blouse, a pair of red stiletto shoes became the final touch. Going out to the kitchen, Barbara couldn't help but wish for Scott to be there for breakfast. He wasn't, but Barbara knew that her daughter's boyfriend would be there later on... Later that afternoon, Scott was driving up to Amanda's house. His head was filled with thoughts of what he had done the day before; how he had gone through Barbara's underwear drawers. Emotionally, he was in turmoil, to say the least. He felt such lust for his girlfriend's mother and was overcome with guilt because of those feelings. He knew it wasn't right, but he just couldn't stop thinking of Barbara and all the sexy lingerie he had discovered. He was also nervous because he knew he had left the underwear drawers not like he had found them. What if Amanda or Barbara had noticed? And if so, would they have known he was responsible? As he walked up to the front door, Scott's heart was pounding hard. He had decided to try and act casual but now that he was here that was easier said than done. But there was no turning back from this point as Scott cleared his throat and wiped a small drop of sweat from his forehead before knocking on the door. His heart almost stopped when the door opened. There was Barbara, wearing the clothes she had so carefully picked out earlier that morning. She had returned home from work just half an hour ago and she couldn't help but feel a bit pleased when she saw Scott's reaction to her. Holding the door open, she fired off a smile. "Oh hi, Scott! Nice to see you." "Hi Mrs. Williams," Scott replied. Barbara gave him a coy look, as if reminding him of his promise from a few days ago. "Barbara, I mean," he corrected himself. "Is Amanda home?" "Sure, come right in. She's upstairs in her room," Barbara said as she stepped aside and made room for him to come inside. Scott went up to Amanda's room, but threw a quick glance over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. He got a glimpse of Barbara heading back into the living room and the gleam from her black nylon stockings caught his eye - and imagination - in an instant. Before entering Amanda's room, Scott had to clear his throat again. As he came into the room, Amanda greeted him in her usual, bubbling way. "Hi baby!" she cried out and threw herself into Scott's arms. "Hi honey," Scott replied. He kissed her gently on the lips and gave her a long hug. Scott's emotional turmoil didn't settle. It wasn't that he didn't have any feelings for Amanda. On the contrary, his kisses and hugs were always genuine, as were his feelings for this girl. It was just that he had lustful thoughts about her mother, even more than he had for his girlfriend. Amanda planted another kiss on Scott's cheek and said, "What do you want to do tonight, Scott?" "I don't know, honey," was his reply. "Perhaps we could go and see a movie, and then go back to my place. My parents won't be home, so perhaps you and I could get cozy together..." Amanda put on a more serious face, and looked into Scott's eyes. "Don't do this again, Scott. You know how I feel about that. I'm just not ready for sex yet." "I know baby," Scott replied. He honestly didn't want to pressure Amanda into anything but at the same time he was getting a bit tired of waiting. "Why don't we just stay home tonight?" Amanda continued. "We can watch some TV and just mellow out." "Sure, I guess," Scott replied. "It'll be nice and soft. Just you, me and mom having a quiet night together." Scott felt a shot through his body. He hadn't counted on Barbara being there too. He almost panicked but he knew he couldn't back out now. He didn't want Amanda to get suspicious, which she would if he suddenly didn't want to be around her mom. Scott & Barbara Ch. 01 Amanda called down to her mother and told her they would be staying home. As Barbara heard this, she felt that tingle in her body again. The mere thought of her sitting so close to her daughter's boyfriend, wearing lingerie that he had perhaps been touching and smelling, was so exciting. A warmth spread through her body as she called up a response: "That'll be great, honey!" Later that night, the three of them were seated in front of the TV with an old Humphrey Bogart film playing on the movie channel. Amanda and Scott were snuggled up together on the couch and Barbara was sitting alone in an armchair, with her feet on a stool. Scott liked to have Amanda in his arms but he couldn't help but steal a glimpse of Barbara's stockings now and then. Whenever he did, the sight of her wardrobe ran through his head all over again. Scott's dick twitched by the very thought but luckily having Amanda in his arms was a good excuse in case she would notice. Little did he know that Barbara was fully aware of his looking and she was enjoying the experience to the fullest. Halfway through the movie they ran out of popcorn. Amanda jumped up in her usual, bubbly fashion and went out to the kitchen to make some more. That's when Barbara saw her chance! She excused herself to Scott and said she had to go to the bathroom but that wasn't really true. Locking the door behind her, Barbara raised her black skirt and undid one of the front suspenders from her stockings. She then washed her hands to cover up her little deception, and returned to the living room. Making sure Amanda was still in the kitchen, Barbara then stopped in front of the TV and acted surprised that one of her stockings had slid down a bit. As she pulled the front of her skirt up in front of Scott, she purposefully exposed her stocking top and bare thigh before she very slowly pulled it up, straightened it and reattached the suspender strap. Raising her eyes to Scott, she caught him staring at her, just as she had hoped. Another one of those coy smiles formed on her lips as she said with a low, soft voice, "Oh, I'm sorry Scott... I hope you didn't mind me doing that in front of you?" Scott became painfully aware of how he had just been staring at Barbara. Turning his eyes away, he felt a blush fill his face. Knowing that he had to answer somehow, he managed to blurt out a few words. "No, I don't mind at all." He immediately realised how that sentence could be interpreted. Feeling very awkward, Scott straightened himself and sat up on the couch. Looking back at Barbara, he was surprised to see her just smiling at him. Without a word, she took a step towards him and said with an even lower voice, "Perhaps you'd like to see more...?" Scott couldn't believe what he had just heard and before he could do or say anything, Amanda suddenly sprang into the room again. Barbara acted casual and returned to her armchair as if nothing had happened. The rest of that evening was almost painful for Scott. He couldn't concentrate on the movie at all; all he could think of were the words he had heard his girlfriend's mother say to him. But things had gone so fast, he wasn't even sure if he had heard her right. He couldn't have, could he? The whole experience was so surreal that once the movie was over he quickly said goodbye to Amanda and headed back home. Feeling very confused, he didn't even remember to give her a goodnight kiss. As Scott had left Amanda's house, she headed back to the living room where her mother was still sitting. Amanda sat down on the couch again and squirmed around for a few minutes before she said anything. She felt that something had been wrong between her and Scott when he left, and she had always been able to talk to her mother about anything. "Mom?" Amanda said, almost with a whisper. "Yes, honey?" "Did you notice anything unusual with Scott tonight?" "Not really, no... Why, did he say something?" "No..." Amanda continued. "It was more that he didn't say anything. Things just felt so awkward between us when he left, but I don't know why..." Barbara rose from the armchair and sat down on the couch beside her daughter. She wrapped one arm around her and gently stroked her hair with the other as she spoke. "Amanda, please don't be offended by this, but... I have a question." "What?" Amanda replied, and looked up at her mother with her deep blue eyes. "Have you and Scott... you know... ever done it? You know... had sex?" Amanda's face turned red for a second or two but she had always been comfortable discussing private matters with her mother. Clearing her throat, she answered. "No, we haven't... Mom, is this because of the bulge in Scott's pants tonight? You saw it, didn't you?" Barbara hadn't noticed it but now that Amanda told her, she realised her little show for Scott had resulted in more than she could have hoped for. She did her best to hide her excitement from Amanda as she continued the conversation, seemingly unaffected. "I did see it, honey," Barbara lied. "But don't feel bad about it, there's nothing wrong with it. I just figured that you and Scott had already had sex." "No, we haven't," her daughter said. "I've told him that I don't want to and that I want to wait until I'm married." Barbara continued to lovingly stroke her daughter's hair while holding her even closer. "That's a good thing honey, you shouldn't be ashamed of that. But what does Scott say about it?" "He respects it," Amanda said. "He's been great about it although he does push me a little sometimes." "I would have expected as much, baby," Barbara said with a comforting voice. "Boys will be boys you know and they have needs just as you and I do." "I know, mom... To tell you the truth, I have satisfied him once, a few weeks ago..." "You mean... oral sex?" Barbara asked. "No, I didn't do that. His penis was quite big and I didn't dare to take it in my mouth. But I did give him... a hand job." Barbara felt that warm feeling coming over her again as her daughter told her Scott apparently had a big cock. Holding back her excitement though, she just continued to stroke Amanda's hair. "That's ok, honey. You're 18 years old and big enough to make your own decisions. I think you should feel lucky to have someone like Scott as your boyfriend who respects you and doesn't force you into anything," her mother said soothingly. "I know mom, he's great," Amanda said with a smile. They sat up for another hour and talked but eventually Amanda got tired and decided to go to bed. Barbara kissed her goodnight and told her there was probably nothing wrong with Scott and that he had just been tired or something. Once her daughter had disappeared up the stairs, Barbara remained in the living room for a while. Lying down on the couch, she lifted her skirt and began caressing herself through the white satin panties. Her 'little tease' for Scott had been so arousing, she had to release all the lust that had been building up during the evening. As she pleasured herself, she knew the teasing would continue. There was no way she could let it go now... The weeks that followed were a game of cat and mouse for Barbara. Every morning she would get up and carefully pick out a set of lingerie she knew Scott would like. Most often it was satin and lace; red, white, black, blue and other colours. But she always wore black stockings with whatever else she picked out. Black stockings were her favourite and she saw it as sort of her contribution to Scott's little fetish. Whenever she got the opportunity, Barbara would tease Scott in one way or another. Most often, she just settled for a simple bending over, to pick up something she had 'accidentally' dropped. She always made sure her skirts were just the right length, so a small part of her stocking tops would show whenever she bent over. Other times she would reprise the little show she had 'put on' during that Bogart movie; adjusting her stockings or suspenders so Scott could see. One day when Scott was visiting, she even left the washing hamper in Amanda's room, as if she had been 'interrupted' while doing the washing. She just knew Scott couldn't resist looking through it if he got the chance and whenever she heard Amanda leaving her room at night, she imagined how Scott was going through the hamper in search for her worn underwear. In the meantime, she was lying on her own bed downstairs, masturbating. Barbara adored the little games and she knew her teasing was affecting Scott. But that's as far as she ever took it. She never went as far as she had that first night, when she actually teased Scott with words. That was a one-off, and the thought of Scott going around thinking about it just added to Barbara's excitement. She was right; Scott hadn't been able to get those words out of his head and of course there was no way he could ever ask Barbara about it. Naturally, he noticed the teasing she was doing but he just couldn't believe it was deliberate. He just had to get Barbara out of his head somehow, but he had no idea how to do it... A week later, it was a late Friday afternoon as Scott once again arrived at Amanda's house. He knocked on the door but no one opened it. Knocking again, a bit louder, he heard Barbara's muffled voice from inside. "Come on in!" Scott entered the house and called out "Hello?" Again Barbara replied and Scott could hear her voice was coming from her bedroom: "Is that you Scott? Come right in, Amanda is just down at the store picking up some snacks for you two. Can you come in here though, I need your help." Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath, thinking to himself that he had to try and act casual. But he had no idea what was in store for him... As he knocked on Barbara's closed bedroom door, she told him to come in. Opening the door, Scott was greeted with Barbara, wearing only underwear. She had on grey satin; bra, panties and garter belt. The upper half of the bra cups were adorned by a black lace pattern, as was the front of her panties. As always, the garter belt was attached to a pair of black nylon stockings. Scott froze in the doorway, as Barbara looked up at him and smiled. "Oh sorry Scott, I hope I didn't embarrass you? Could you just be a darling and get my pair of black shoes from the hall, I think I left them there earlier..." "Sure" was all Scott could manage as he backed out the door and into the hall. There, placed just by the hallway mirror, was a pair of black, high-heeled shoes. Scott picked them up and returned to Barbara, handing them over. With a playful laugh she thanked him. "Thanks honey. Now go on, get out of here. Give a woman some privacy to get dressed, will you!" She gave him a small wink as she waved him away with her hand. Trying to shake the vision from his head of Barbara in nothing but underwear, Scott went up to Amanda's room and waited for her to get back. When he heard someone come up the stairs, he expected Amanda to come into the room but instead it was Barbara who opened the door. Before she said anything, Scott could tell she was going out. She was wearing a brown skirt and a shoulder-less, tanned top with sleeves. The grey straps of her bra were visible against her smooth skin and her blonde hair was put up in a very stylish way. Barbara was wearing a set of diamond earrings that Scott recognised, and her neck was adorned by several strings of white pearls. The black stockings he had seen downstairs in all their glory came out from underneath her skirt and disappeared into the six-inch stilettos Scott had fetched from the hall. "I'm going out with a couple of friends tonight, Scott. Just tell Amanda that I'll be back sometime around midnight, will you?" "Sure, no problem," Scott replied. He heard a car horn honk outside the house as Barbara darted downstairs. Apparently it was her friends who had arrived to pick her up. Scott suddenly realised he had the house to himself again and for a moment he thought about perhaps going down and exploring Barbara's wardrobe again. He headed downstairs but just as he reached the hall, Amanda came through the front door. "Hi Scott, so you're here already!" she said with a smile. "Has mom left yet?" "Yeah, she was picked up just a few minutes ago. She said she'd be home around midnight or so." "Ok. Then you and I can have a nice, long night on our own. Won't that be nice?" "Yes baby, it sure will," Scott replied with a kiss on her cheek. They settled in the living room, in front of the TV and started watching a movie. After just an hour however, Amanda began complaining about a headache. At first she said it was nothing but Scott could tell it was really getting to her. "Wait here, I'll get you some aspirins. Where do you keep them?" "In the downstairs bathroom, in the small cabinet," Amanda replied with a slight grin. Scott went to get the pills but while in the bathroom he realised this was Barbara's bathroom. There was no avoiding the sight of the open hamper and there on top was a pair of Barbara's worn panties, almost as if they had been placed there on purpose. A pair of plain, satin ones... Scott picked them up and smelled the stained gusset and he was met with Barbara's wonderful scent. It was like the smell in her closet, only more intense and Scott relished the odour for just a few seconds. Then he returned to Amanda in the living room and gave her the pills. They helped a little, but after a while Amanda began feeling a bit drowsy. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm sorry, honey," she said. "I guess I'm not in perfect shape tonight... It's probably best if I went to bed early, this headache is killing me..." "I'll come with you," Scott replied. "You don't have to do that," Amanda replied with a tired smile. "Why don't you finish watching the movie and then you can tell me tomorrow morning how it ended, alright?" "You sure?" Scott asked. "I'm sure, baby. Just sit back and enjoy the movie. I know I'll go to sleep the minute I get into bed anyway." Scott smiled at Amanda and gave her a goodnight kiss. She then headed upstairs as he continued to watch the movie. An hour or two later, Scott woke up from hearing a car pull up on the driveway. Feeling a bit disoriented, he sat up and looked at his watch. It was twenty minutes past midnight and the film was already over. Suddenly, he heard a key being turned in the front door and quickly realised it was Barbara coming home. Scott felt a nervousness coming over him and quickly ran his hands through his hair to get some of the sleep ruffle out. He heard the front door close, followed by the sound of footsteps heading upstairs. Then a few minutes of silence before the footsteps returned downstairs. Suddenly, Barbara appeared in the living room entrance. Her beauty was as striking as always but from the look of her smile, Scott could tell she was a little tipsy. "Hi Scott," she whispered. "What are you doing?" "I was just watching some TV, Mrs. Will... I mean Barbara," he replied. "Amanda went to bed earlier, she wasn't feeling well." "But you decided to wait up for me? How sweet..." Barbara tilted her head to the side as she smiled softly at him. "Actually, I fell asleep in front of the TV..." Scott said with a slight laugh. "So that's why your hair is all ruffled?" Barbara said with a giggly laugh. "No matter, the only thing that's important is you're here now..." She leaned her head forward and gave him a seductive look through the fringe of her blonde hair. Barbara headed over to the bar cabinet and poured herself a glass of red wine. Without a word, she then headed over to Scott and sat down on the armchair beside the couch. Her brown skirt slid up and exposed the lace tops of her black stockings. Looking at Scott, she knew he couldn't keep his eyes off her legs. Barbara sat still for a few minutes, then had a sip of wine before opening her mouth: "Do you like my legs, Scott?" "I'm sorry?" he replied, trying unsuccessfully to sound casual. "Oh, don't try to hide it Scott. I know you've been watching me during the past few weeks..." "What? No I haven't! What gives you that idea?" Scott said with a trembling voice. "I just know. I know because I've been careful to give you something to look at..." "Wh... what?" was all Scott could stutter out. "You heard me. Just like you heard me that night a few weeks ago... I asked if you wanted to see some more, remember?" Scott didn't know what to say or do. Of course he remembered but he could never had dreamed that that was what Barbara had actually said! "Well... do you, Scott?" Barbara said as she slowly eased over to the couch, sitting down next to him. "Barbara... I don't know what to say. Listen, you're a little drunk, you don't know what you're saying. You're..." "Nonsense," Barbara interrupted. "I know exactly what I'm doing... Just as you did that day when you went through my underwear..." Barbara placed one hand on Scott's thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He jumped and felt the panic rushing over him. "What do you mean?" he tried desperately. "Relax, Scott. I know that you've been going through my lingerie drawers. And it's ok. You know, it actually turned me on when I realised it was you..." Scott sat dumbfounded, not being able to say anything. Without a word, Barbara moved a bit closer and then approached his mouth. Scott sat stunned as her lips touched his and tasted them carefully. Suddenly, he backed away and said, "No, Barbara. This is wrong! What about Amanda? She's my girlfriend and your daughter!" "So?" was Barbara's short reply. "I know she's not satisfying you. She's told me she won't even give you oral sex. Scott, let me give you what she won't..." Scott was surprised Barbara knew about all this. He didn't know she and Amanda talked about these things. Trying to come to terms with what was happening, he felt his dick twitch as Barbara again squeezed his thigh, this time a little harder. He looked down to Barbara's legs again and the sight of her black stockings sent another rush through his body. "Don't worry," Barbara suddenly said. "Amanda is fast asleep... I made sure of that when I got home. Plus, I closed the door to her room, so she won't hear a thing, Scott..." Again she leaned over and placed her lips on his. Scott tried to hold back for a while but suddenly it struck him that Barbara was still wearing the same lingerie he had seen her in earlier and he couldn't resist her anymore. Feverishly, he began returning her kisses with immense passion. Barbara's hand travelled from his thigh to the crotch of his jeans, where she began rubbing his dick through the denim. Scott let out a soft moan and began kissing Barbara's neck. Arching her head backwards, she started breathing heavily. Suddenly she grabbed his head and forced it back up. She looked him in the eyes and said, "Amanda told me you have a big cock, Scott. Let me see it!" Scott was amazed to hear Barbara use that word. Around him she had always acted very prim and proper but the lady-like air had disappeared now and he could only see raw lust in her eyes. Without a word, he started to unbutton his jeans and whipped out his already semi-hard member. Barbara looked down at it and smiled. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Scott? Would you like to have your girlfriend's mother suck your cock?" "Oh God, yes!" was all Scott could say. Kneeling down on the couch, Barbara bent down over Scott's growing dick. It twitched as she put her hand around its base. Scott felt an intense shiver pass through his body as her tongue touch its head. He threw his head back on the couch and placed his hands on Barbara's back. As she began licking his shaft up and down, he started to caress her body through the top she was wearing. He could feel the back strap of her bra through the thin cotton as Barbara's head continued to bob up and down his cock. Scott reached further down her back with one hand, pulling her skirt up gently, he exposed the grey satin panties covering her beautiful ass. Almost instinctively, Scott began stroking them before he softly slid them aside and found Barbara's wet pussy. Ever so slowly, he eased his middle finger into her warm opening, resulting in a muffled cry from Barbara's mouth. Scott & Barbara Ch. 01 She continued to lick and suck his cock as Scott moved his finger in and out of her pussy; slow at first but faster and faster every second. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. His girlfriend's mother was giving him a blowjob while her daughter was asleep upstairs. Barbara seemed to be almost in a trance. Her treatment of Scott's cock gave him such pleasure! She was alternating between long licks and quick kisses and now and then she swallowed his shaft almost completely. Scott could feel the back of her throat against the head of his dick, and Barbara's squeezing at its root almost brought him to a climax right there and then. Between the licking and sucking, Barbara was letting out low moans and whimpers from Scott's finger fucking. Suddenly, she sat up and looked into Scott's eyes. He felt like he was staring at a wild tigress and her face read of pure lust. Still stroking his cock, Barbara said with a low, almost grunting voice, "Do you want to lick my pussy, Scott? Do you?" "Yes Barbara, I do! Lie down for me..." By now Scott had given in to his desires, there was no turning back. Barbara swung around and lay down on her back. She pulled her skirt further up, then placed her one leg on the couch's back and the other on the coffee table. Between the stockinged thighs, Scott had a wonderful view of the crotch of her satin panties. There was the patch of black lace he has seen earlier and below it he could see a big, moist stain on the shiny fabric. "Lick my cunt, Scott, now!" Barbara ordered with a louder voice. Scott bent down and placed his fingers against the moist satin. He knew he wanted to lick Barbara's pussy but he also wanted to play with her sexy lingerie. He began kissing her inner thigh as he moved his fingers in a circling motion, feeling her wet pussy through the delicate fabric of her panties. Barbara threw her head back and arched her back from the sensation, then grabbed his head with her hands. As he finally pulled the panties aside, he could feel Barbara pressing his head down. She couldn't wait any longer and neither could he! With one deep movement, he extended his tongue and gave her pussy a long lick from bottom to top. As his tongue dug into her warm crevice, he felt Barbara's hands pushing him even closer to her wet mound. He tasted her juices with such ferociousness and felt her muscles contract around his tongue. Finally, he ventured upwards and began exploring her clit. With circling motions of the tip of his tongue, Scott began licking and kissing the hard button above Barbara's slit. Locked together in this forbidden act, Scott continued to pleasure his girlfriend's mother. With every twirl of his tongue, Barbara's body was writhing about on the couch, lost completely to her lustful desires. Scott only increased his tempo and finally felt how Barbara's whole body flexed and started to convulse. With one hand she reached out and grabbed a pillow which she pushed into her face to muffle her screams of pleasure. Once she returned from her climax, she looked down at Scott and said in a pant, "We're not done yet, are we?" "God, I hope not," he replied with a smile. "Do you want to fuck me, Scott? Yes, you would love that, wouldn't you? To fuck your girlfriend's mother?" "Oh yes, please let me fuck you Barbara!" he replied in a begging tone. "You will, Scott. But first, don't you want me out of these clothes?" Before he could answer, Barbara rose from the couch and took a few steps away from him. She then reached back and unzipped her skirt and let it fall down to the floor. Then she pulled the cotton top over her head and there she was; looking just like Scott had seen her earlier. The grey satin lingerie, the black stockings, the black stilettos and the shiny jewellery were such a beautiful sight. With the wink of her finger, Barbara silently signalled Scott to stand up. He rose from the couch and approached her. They shared another passionate kiss before she pushed him away and started to pull his pants down. In just a moment, he was standing in front of her buck naked, with an aching hard-on waiting to be satisfied. Barbara went over to the couch again and lay down on her back once more. Reaching out, she took Scott by the hand and led him to kneel on the couch in front of her. All the while he was slowly stroking his cock and now he was seated just a few inches from her waiting opening. With a smile on her face, Barbara whiped away Scott's hand and grabbed his cock from him. She gave it a few strokes, then firmly guided it towards her pussy. The gleam of her juices dribbled onto the head of his cock as he slowly pushed it inside. As her pussy lips spread apart and embraced his throbbing cock, Barbara's breathing once again got heavier and she released a passionate moan as Scott began pumping. With her legs wrapped around Scott's back, she looked up at him and whispered, "Do you like this Scott? How does it feel to fuck your girlfriend's mother?" "Oh God, Barbara. It feels so good. You are so hot!" Scott moaned as he continued to push in and out of her wet pussy. "Do you want to fuck me from behind, Scott? Do you want to fuck my cunt doggie style?" "Yes, please yes!" Barbara pushed Scott away and gave off a low whimper as his hard cock slid out of her pussy. She quickly got up onto her knees and positioned herself in front of him, then reached back with one hand and spread her pussy lips open. "Come on Scott, do it. Fuck me from behind!" Scott moved one step closer and pushed inside her again. As he started thrusting in and out once more, he could see Barbara's arching back in front of him. The grey satin bra was still in place, as was the garter belt that he could feel against his palms. The beautiful strings of white pearls were rolling up and down the back of her neck with each thrust of his cock, and as Barbara began moaning louder, Scott felt he was close to cumming. "That's it Scott! Don't hold back," she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like I'm some cheap slut!" They were both lost to their animal instincts and raw lust. Scott kept pumping Barbara from behind, and he soon felt his juices building up inside him. "I'm gonna cum, Barbara. I'm gonna cum soon." "Oh yes, do it baby! Do you want to cum in my mouth, Scott?" she whimpered. Before he could answer her, Barbara swung around and went down on her knees beside the couch. She grabbed Scott's aching cock with her right hand and gave it a few hard strokes. Scott threw his head back and grabbed Barbara with one hand as he felt his dick begin pumping. A huge jet of cum came flying and landed right in Barbara's face. With a satisfied moan she opened her mouth and continued to jerk him off. The sprays kept on coming as Scott panted from satisfaction, and draped Barbara's face in his hot, sticky jizz. As she licked her lips clean, a few drops ran down her neck onto the white pearls and continued down to leave a few stains on her bra. Exhausted from their wild adventure, Scott and Barbara sank down on the couch together. She continued to wipe his cum off her face before giving him a small kiss on the lips. "Thanks honey, that was great," she said with a warm, loving smile. "You know, this will be our little secret. I won't tell Amanda about what happened here tonight. You and I can get together when we want to and you can do whatever you want with me. I'll be your very own fucktoy, Scott... Would you like that?" Scott just smiled and gave her another kiss. Then he picked up his clothes and headed upstairs to Amanda's room. The next morning he was woken up by his girlfriend kissing his lips. As he opened his eyes he saw Amanda smiling at him. Her headache was obviously gone by now. "Good morning sleepy," she said. "How did the movie end?" "I don't know," Scott replied with a blush on his face. "I fell asleep before the end..." To be continued...