Cool Mom

CHAPTER TWO

Saturday

A beam of sunlight washed onto the kitchen counter where I poured a fresh, steamy cup.

"Good morning, Sean. You sleep okay?" I asked casually when he came down the stairs.

"Wow. Uh, yeah. And holy shit." He said bug-eyed. "I didn't know you owned something like that. I thought I was going to have to make you buy stuff."

He was referring to this morning's outfit, a forgotten pair of lingerie that I dug out of the closet. Now that I remembered how much I liked showing off my body, I just had to see if it still fit.

It did. A sheer black bra adorned my tits, and a thong, attached by garter to thigh high stockings, accentuated my ass and legs. It all culminated in a pair of heels. I looked like a fucking dream, and the tent in Sean's boxers confirmed it. To think I almost didn't wear it.

Yesterday, things got a little weird. For one, I didn't see Sean for the rest of the night. After blowing his load to my striptease, he looked pale and mumbled something about us both needing rest. "I think I overdid it..." He groaned. I too noticed the symptoms of a burgeoning migraine pounding atmyskull.

He stumbled to his room and closed the door behind him, leaving me topless and feeling a little queasy. What the fuck had I done? I completely let my desire to show off my body override all reason. Offering a little visual stimuli for Sean to jack off to was one thing, but I was about to get totally naked. I was about to show him everything.

The headache was fucking bad, and I had no appetite, and it took all my effort to drag myself to bed and curl into a ball.Coolmoms never stress, I told myself.Coolmoms never stress. When I finally drifted off to sleep, I promised myself that in the morning, I'd cover up and go back to normal. I'd wear real clothes. And I'd never get that close to spreading my shaved pussy for my son's friend again.

When I woke up, I remembered this sexy little number tucked away in a box somewhere, and I just couldn't fucking resist trying it on...

"So... you're feeling okay?" He asked me.

After a good night's sleep, yesterday's anxieties felt like ancient history. What did we do that was so wrong, anyway? What was a little striptease between acoolmom and her son's friend? It's not like I actually got on the ground, opened my legs, and spread my pussy lips so he could get a nice good look at my cunt. I'd been worrying about something I didn't do, and would never do.

With those anxieties gone, what reason did I have not to dress sexy?

"Of course I am!" I chirped. "I feel sooo much fucking better. How about you?"

"Yeah. I just needed to... recharge. But I'm feeling really good, especially now that I've seen this. I was worried that you would... well. Never mind. It doesn't matter."

I smiled. The dynamic of a week-long house guest could always be a little tricky. It felt good to know that both of us were still feeling comfortable despite some moments of awkwardness.

"Can I get you anything, Sean?" I asked, remembering my motherly duties.

"Obviously! I'm fucking starving. Make me some pancakes, bitch."

I crossed my arms. "Fucking try again, kiddo." Part of my renewed clarity this morning meant I knew for certain when Sean was crossing a line. I had already made the pancakes, and they were being warmed in the oven, but Hell if I was going to serve them when he asked like that.

"What? It's a compliment!" He said. "Bitch, whore, slut... They're all terms of endearment. Didn't you fucking know? I thought you were with it. I thought you werecool."

My ears turned red in embarrassment. It was so hard to keep up with youthful lingo. When I grew up, those words were demeaning. Even the way he spoke it sounded mean. It sounded like an insult, an order.

Was that how he meant it though?

Bitch. Whore. Slut. The words may sound insulting, but if Sean really meant them as compliments... Come to think of it, didn't some girls affectionately call their friends bitches? Was it so unbelievable that the practice had spread to boys, too? If that was true...

I guess I could let it slide.Coolmoms were permissive about language, and Sean should be able to talk however he wanted. In fact, shouldn't I want him to call me a bitch, a whore, and a slut, if he meant it as a compliment?Coolmomslovecompliments.

"Right. Yeah. Sorry, I knew that." I lied. "Old habits die hard I guess. Bitch used to be an insult, you know. Let me get you those pancakes hun."

Sean just laughed in amazement. The young guy probably didn't believe me. Things changed so fast from generation to generation. It was a good thing I was able to stay with it.

"Oh my God, really??" Sean asked through a mouthful of pancake.

"It's not uncommon!"

I sipped down the last of a bellini and poured myself another cup. It may have been a bit early to go so hard, but we were dishing, and I needed to wash down the embarrasment of my latest personal admission. My biggest turn-on.

"I never woulda guessed." He shrugged. "Mrs. L likes her nipples played with."

"LIKED." I stressed. "It's been a long time." Too long.

Aware of my state of dress, I re-positioned the low-cut sheer bra from where it had slipped. If he looked close enough he could probably see right through it, my wide dark areolas hidden in the black fabric.

"So when's the last time you wore this? Be honest." Sean said. Hewaslooking.

"Oh God, I don't know. Ten years ago? To be honest I can't believe it still fits." I said. The last person I wore this for was of course my husband. Now, I was wearing it for a house guest of nineteen. I was socool.

"Oh it fucking fits. You look amazing. I seriously want to jerk it to you right now."

I was in the middle of my breakfast, still working my way through the last half of pancake. Then-- The SCREECH of the chair surprised even me when I stood, automatically.

"Okay, Sean." I answered simply after a moment of disorientation. Why not? Sean could jerk it whenever he wanted.

I stared into his eyes, earnest, brainstorming exactly how I would pose for him, but he looked back at me with amused shock.

"I didn't actually mean now." Sean grinned. "Sit down and finish your breakfast."

I sat again, embarassed.

"Reallycoolof you to offer, though." He added, and patted my stockinged leg. "It is socoolthat your body is just kind of always available to me."

Cool. That wascool. I took comfort in that. I worried for a second that my eagerness was going to come off as lame. I hated the idea of being one of those moms that couldn't take a hint, that didn't know when they were being overbearing. I was glad my willingness was appreciated. I mean, how many moms would strip in the middle of their breakfast?

He stroked my leg. His hand was getting dangerously close to the edge of my stockings, lingering in the neighborhood of my inner thigh.

I think he was waiting for me to react because he looked at me expectantly, like he had one his justifications locked and loaded. I could just picture him, with that infuriating smug innocence of his, coming up with some answer to my discomfort and making me feel like a fool.

Play itcool. Think it through. Sean could help himself to anything in the house he wanted. Isn't that one of the first things I told him? It was classicCoolMom. Help yourself! We have beer, food, TV...

Well, I was something in the house, too. I was available. Always available. To bring him snacks. Cook for him. Clean for him. And... be touched by him.

Coolmom households had ameneties that the boys weren't used to getting at their own houses. Thebestsnacks. Thenewestconsoles. The mostavailablemoms. He already leered at me all he wanted. Hell, I was just about to drop everything just so he could jack off while I posed for him. Was touching any different? Young guys loved to touch women just as much as they loved snacks and video games. I'd be a bad hostess to disregard that.

Wordlessly, with his hand on my thigh, I spread my legs a little wider and went on eating like nothing was wrong. So what if he wanted to touch my body a bit? I wascoolwith that.

Sean, to his credit, didn't immediately take full advantage. It took a couple more brushes of my inner thigh at breakfast, a light spank of my ass while I did dishes, and a squeeze of my tit when wiping down the table, before he grew bolder. He may have been fishing for a reaction at first, but by mid-day he was simply enjoying the priveleges of my available body.

"Hey hun. What's up?"

"What's up? I haven't heard from you since you hung up on me the other day. Are you good?" It was Sofia on the line, my beautiful whore daughter. "Yeah, I'm good. In fact I'm-- gre--aat!" I held back a yelp when Sean took a particularly big squeeze of my ass. Not that I could blame him for helping himself to whatever handfuls of flesh he wanted. Dressed like this, my body was never more grab-able.

Of course, I couldn't tell that to Sofia. She wouldn't understand. Her dislike of Sean would definitely get in the way of reason. So, while chatting with her on the phone, I pretended that my house guest wasn't currently pulling my tits out of their meshy cups.

"How's the jerk?" She asked dismissively.

"Oh you know. He's a ha-aandfu--ll!"

He helped himself to a heaping serving of my breasts, squeezing them from both sides. And I don't think Sean realized that the way he kneaded my tits together, his fingertips were brushing against my nipples.

At least, after what I told him this morning, I hoped he didn't realize.

"Uh.. Mom?"

More than just brushing up against them, he was actually stroking them lightly. Pinching them, almost, but not quite. I racked my mind for an answer... was Icoolwith this?

"Sorry hun, I just uh, stubbed my toe. So how are finals going?"

My nipples hardened from his touch. Sean ought to stop this, or he was going to make me blow my cover. More importantly, I was certain now that this teasing was intentional. His not-pinching started to get to me. Either do it or don't. Or just do it. Do it, so I can tell you forthright that this is unacceptable!

Instead, he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, threatening to squeeze just a little harder, but not. I wished he did. I wished he would pinch them so this ambiguity could end. Was he just feeling me or trying to turn me on? If it was the latter, then, that was completely over the line.

Then, his other hand wandered its way down my ribs.

Towards my-- Oh no...

He explored lower, to my stomach, and as much as I wanted to stop him, I couldn't. Sofia was on the line, and I didn't want to worry her. I said he could help himself to anything he wanted. But I didn't meananything, did I?

Instinctively my legs widened for Sean's approaching fingers. They lowered.

Slowly.

They tickled the bottom of my bellybutton, leaving goosebumps in their wake, dropping lower still.

Slowly.

But when he reached the silk thong that hugged my pussy, he let go and smiled.

Sofia yammered on, but all I could focus on was Sean's cocky grin. I hoped he didn't think I was about to let him touch me there. I pulled my legs together in a hurry and returned my attention to the phone call. My darling slut was talking about her final exams, and I didn't want to miss anymore than I already did. But just as soon as this conversation was over, I'd have to clarify that some things were off-limits.

I took a seat on the couch and, oh right, my tits were still hanging overtop my bra. I must look ridiculous right now, chatting on the phone with my tits out. With my daughter, no less. So ridiculous. I should really put them away. This was inaproppriate, or-- I don't know exactly--

I guess it was like when Sean helped himself to a beer and then left it half-full on the countertop all afternoon. When he did that, I couldn't very well clean it up, not if he was planning on finishing it. My tits were a little bit like an unfinished beer. I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Sofia said. I'd completely zoned out from her.

"Just-- a funny text from your brother." I lied. "Go on."

Did Sean plan to fondle them again later? Did he intend on stopping completely, expecting me to put them away like I did everything else? I looked his way for a sign and he gave me a wink. A knowing smile dancing across his face, then he vanished into his room. He could be so frustrating!

The phone BEEP BEEP BEEPED over Sofia's story about a particularly troublesome professor or something-or-other. To be honest the conversation was a little dry. Didn't Sofia want to talk boys? Who was she seeing? Who was she hooking up with? What washerbiggest turn-on?

"Sofia, sorry, there's someone on the other line." I inturrupted her.

Maybe it was her nipples. She was a lot like me, after all.

"Okay, I can let you go." She said. "I'll be seeing you soon anyway! I'm so excited." So excited. My nipples were still hard, swollen erect of my boobs, pulling at my attention.

"Thanks." I said guiltily. "Me too. Love you, bye."

I hated lying to Sofia, but when I hung up, the guilt passed.

I didn't have time to dwell on it.

"Hello?" I asked to the other caller.

"Hi... Is this Elena Lopez?"

The woman's voice on the line faltered a bit. She was breathy with the light timbre of a thin reed.

"Yes, this is she. Who is this?"

"This is Patricia Walsh."

"Oh." I said. Sean's mother.

"I was calling because I just learned my son was staying at your house."

"That's right." I said.

"I wanted to... warn you." She said carefully. "About Sean."

"Oh?" I asked. What could she possibly have to warn me about? I've already been exposed to his worst qualities, like how Istilldidn't know if he was done playing with my boobs.

"There's something wrong about him."

I winced. What kind of mother said that about her own son? It was souncool.

"Patricia, I don't think I need to hear this."

"You don't understand. It's theorders. Me and Ryan both. We couldn't-- we had to--"

Her explanation fell apart into confused fragments. What the Hell was she talking about? Even I knew Sean could be bossy, that wasn't news. Didn't his parents know hown to set boundaries like me?

"And thesplitting headaches. So painful, every time. What I'm saying is... Shit. I'm sorry. I haven't been the same since. And the last thing he said before he left, he called me astupid whorethen slammed the door."

"Okay. I understand you had some sort of fight. I hope, maybe you can patch things up one day. Sean has been a fine guest. He's starting college." I said, trying to stabilize the conversation. And end it. I was getting uncomfortable.

"But when I think back on it, about what he said,stupid whore, it's like, uhm. Gosh. What was I saying? I get sostupidsometimes."

This whole conversation wasstupid. Didn't Patricia know thatwhorewas a compliment, anyway? Was she thatstupid?

"Thanks Patricia. Really." I said. "I'll be careful.

"Elena, please. I'm like, really serious! Sean's like, magic or something. He made us do all those things and like, uhm... He saidstupid whoreand now whenever I remember it, ooh fuck."

"You can rest assured he's doing nothing of the sort here." I promised.

Sort of. Seanwasmaking a lot of requests of me. But he wasn'tmakingme do anything. I was justcool.

"Like, for real?" Patricia asked. Her airy voice had hollowed out even further, and God, she did soundstupid. "You promise?"

"I promise. Now, I don't know what's going on between you and Sean but I suggest you work it out between yourselves."

"But-- but like-- wait! I totally fucked our neighbor Ted. And then his son. Sucked him off behind the shed. I get sostupidand horny and, ohmigawd I can be such awhore!"

I hung up.

No wonder Sean moved out, with a mother like that.Stupid whore. The words lingered in my head. I didn't normally cast such judgements on other women, but she said it herself.Stupid whore.

And that stuff she was saying, about how Sean could make me do things, was crazy. And I could prove it.

I adjusted my garters and stockings, making sure my sexy little number was perfectly in place before I swayed, heels clacking across the wood floor, knockers swinging free, to where Sean was. Just earlier, when he was about to fondle my pussy, I was going to stop him. I knew I was. So all I had to do was tell that to his face, just like I planned. "No, Sean. Youcan'ttouch my pussy. You can't get everything you want. You can't."

"Wow, Elena. This is some high quality lingerie. This silk is so soft. Thanks again for letting me feel it, that's socoolof you."

"Uh huh. No problem." I said shortly, swallowing a gasp. His finger lightly stroked the crotch of my panties, but the sensation was massive. When did I get so sensitive there? He only wanted to feel the fabric, and that's all he was doing. My pussy was off-limits, and even Sean understood that.

Before was just another misunderstanding. Just a silly, silly misunderstanding. I should have known. As always, I confronted him, and then he explained everything to me.

"Well, you were on the phone, and, I didn't want to interrupt, so I didn't ask then. I thought I'd better wait." It was uncharacterstically considerate of Sean, and I was ashamed for accusing him of anything worse.

"So whatwereyou trying to do?" I asked, still skeptical. What else could he have been going for with that wandering hand of his if not my pussy?

And then, he asked so nicely if I would be socoolas to let him feel my underwear. Of course. My underwear. Fancy silk, probably like nothing he'd ever seen before. Naturally he would be curious.

How could I deny him? I didn't want to be like his uptightstupid whoreof a mother.

But while he touched my silken mound, he was also doing that thing to my nipple again. Brushing it and rolling it and teasing it, assaulting my body with light touches on two fronts now, top and bottom, seemingly unaware of the effect he had on me.

I took a deep breath. I had to staycool. "Uunhh--!" I moaned.

"Everything okay, Mrs. Lopez?" Sean asked while he stroked, stroked, stroked me. He escalated to full four-finger petting down below. A little firmer with the pressure, and longer strokes. He really liked the feel of the silk.

"It's...cool..."

It felt good. Undeniably. This little exercise wasn't just turning me on, but getting me off. I should stop it. Stop him. Before I--

"Mrs. Lopez, they're getting wet." Sean whispered in my ear, and squee-eeezed my straining nipple.

"Aaa-aahh-!"

"Maybe you should take them off so you don't ruin them."

He rubbed them harder, really feeling the wetness that had seeped into them.

"I don't-- know-- no--"

"It'scool. Just let me take them off and we'll let them dry."

It was getting soaked, my silk thong. Slicker and stickier by the second, absorbing my arousal to saturation. And with the silk so wet, I felt Sean's fingers more than ever through the fabric, unwittingly rubbing my labia in small circles.

"Uh huh. Take them off me. Take them off." I said in a hurry. I was ruining my panties!

He pulled them down in a heartbeat, and I stepped out of them, wet sex exposed to thecoolair. Mindlessly, I got back into position, legs spread and leaning against the wall.