Pounding Melanie

Leon!

She stumbled, extending her arms for balance and in doing so lost hold of her bustier, inadvertently pulling it loose before she had intended and allowing her breasts to bounce fully into view. She was bent over, frozen while her big knockers swung crazily for all to see. Her head was spinning at the realization that her boobs were no longer simply her private affair; they had just become public knowledge. She flushed with unexpected excitement as her nipples hardened for the watchers in the first row. Then somebody clapped and she snapped out of it. There was no Leon here, he was in the penitentiary. It was only her imagination, a trick of the lights, the shots of Jaeger. She stood upright and turned to fully expose herself to the audience and finished her dance by swinging the bustier around her head and giving everyone a lingering look at her in stilettos and g-string, big boobs billowing deliriously, and then the lights went down and she slipped off-stage.

One more Jaeger to calm her nerves and she thought about the dance to come. No more tease, she had already shown them as much as she was allowed. Now she would have to go back out in nothing but a little strip of cloth over her sex, her high, fuck-me heels and flaunt it, show it all off in the lewdest way she knew how. She thought about Lee, how she was doing this for him. If only he knew! She hoped he knew how much she loved him. And suddenly, her nervousness dissolved. She could do this... at least as Gingersnap she could. And she closed her eyes for a moment and imagined her son out in the audience, watching her perform, watching her strut herself before strange men and knowing it was all for him.

The music began to swell and Gingersnap stepped out on stage to leave almost nothing to the imagination of the crowd. Under bright lights she paraded about the stage wearing her g-string, heels and a smile. At the pole she swiveling her hips invitingly and bent low to let her big tits sway enticingly for the men seated at the edge of the stage. She looked across the room at the bar and thought she could see Lee drinking beer through the haze. Of course he wasn't there. He was minor and currently under lock and key, but somehow it soothed her to imagine him watching. Money appeared, and she began to collect it, making sure that each contributor to Lee's education got a good look at her jugs and a winning smile.

She danced two more sets that evening and made more money both on stage, and to her surprise, cocktailing, then she ever had before. She began to relax and enjoy herself. She started to loose her self-consciousness about her new big boobs. They were beginning to feel more natural, and men clearly liked them. Well, that was why she had gotten them, and theywere proving to be a wise investment.

By the time her final dance came round she was positively reveling in it. Admittedly, she was pretty tipsy by then, although she no longer needed a shot to go on stage. She just needed to think of Lee, and she could see him in the audience watching her perform her love for him. She found that as Gingersnap, protected by the stage, she could be lewd and wanton and teasing and cruel. She could open her legs to the men and imagine herself without even the slim security of her sequined g-string. Gingersnap made her feel powerful and feverish.

That night as she lay in bed, fingering her sloppy snatch, she had hope for the future. It made her very horny to dance that way, and masturbating every night after work was to become a regular practice. For the first time in her life, she looked forward to going to work, and four months later, when Lee was finally allowed to come home, she was the star of the club.

Chapter 03:

It was an early August heat wave that found Melanie fidgeting in the waiting room of the County Youth Detention Facility. Today was the day Lee came home. She found that she suddenly dreaded the changes she had made. She had sent a photo showing her new hair color, but she wondered how she would ever explain her new job. Should she even tell him? How could she not? She wasn't ashamed. Not anymore. In fact she found that she loved the job, the stranger's eyes caressing her figure, staring at her ass, her boobs. She loved the money, the clothes, and she was proud of her status as the club's top draw. But she hadn't yet told Lee and so she came to pick him up wearing tight jeans and an oversized grey high school T-shirt of his to downplay the fullness of her curves. But they would be living together again, and she couldn't hide herself for long.

In his cell, Lee packed the few things he had; a letter from Melanie with the head shot photo showing her new hair color, and a pencil sketch he had made from the photo. Lee had found access to pencils and paper, and had resumed sketching while at the Youth Facility. This had made him rather popular with the other boys and smoothed his way, as he supplied them with sexy nude drawings from his imagination. Even a few of the guards had praised his work.

Lounging on the bunk opposite was Eric, a gangly blond boy in for drunkenness and fighting, who promised to contact Lee when he got out. Eric held up a finely rendered drawing of a voluptuous fairy squeezing her oversized boobs. "You got talent, Lee. We got to put this to work. When I get out in a few days, I'm going to be your agent. You draw 'em and I'll sell 'em and we'll make a bundle."

"Right, dude." Lee held his few precious possessions as the guard swung the door to his cell open. "See ya."

After he was processed and back in his own clothes, Lee nervously entered the waiting room. An overweight woman arguing with two small children was seated to his right, and then, from across the room, he saw his mother. She looked small under a mass of thick red hair, casually pinned up and a sweatshirt of his that fit her like a tent. He thought she had lost some weight, but no, there was something else, something in the way the sweatshirt fitted her. Melanie smiled her dazzling smile and came to him, arms open. Lee reached down to return the hug, as she pressed body close in a full embrace. Then he got it. His mother definitely had bigger boobs. Way bigger.

Lee was attentive to bodies. He was always looking closely and incorporating what he saw into the details of how he drew people. Melanie's back was leaner, tighter and more muscular then he remembered. She had lost weight, or at least it had shifted, because there was no mistaking the twin melons mashing against his belly from under his very lucky sweatshirt. She kissed him, too, square on the lips. Chaste, no tongue or anything like that, but not entirely mom-like. And she squeezed him tight and kissed him again.

Melanie's heart was pounding at the sight of her young man. Lee had changed, deepened and matured in some indefinable way. She could see that he'd been working out. She felt his powerful arms pull her in close, very close, body to body, and she knew he couldn't miss the fullness of her breasts, just as she felt herself acutely aware of his big penis surging against her own belly from under his zipper. "Wow! Those are some muscles," she purred and stroked his arm.

She looked up at him to find him staring at her hair, "You like it?"

Lee swallowed hard before answering. He liked who he held in his arms very much but he also knew what she meant. "Yeah, Ma, I do. You let it grow, too." He looked directly into her eyes, "You know, Ma, I always had a thing for redheads." Melanie felt herself blushing as she thought back on the porn DVDs she had watched. Had she...? Did she look like...? Had she meant to emulate that woman? The one her son seemed so hot for... Yes. She had to answer that as a yes. Maybe only half consciously, but she knew that the redheaded porn star was at least a partial inspiration for her.

Lee had let her go, and was fishing in his small satchel. He pulled out the pencil sketch and showed it to her hesitantly. "It's not very good. I made it from the photo you sent me." Melanie looked at it with amazement. Her son really was so talented. She couldn't speak, so Lee filled the silence between them. He took it from her. "It's not that good. I think I could do better." He placed it gently back into his bag. "Maybe not."

No, no,no,no,no—! Melanie finally found her voice. "No Lee, I love it! It's wonderful!" she blurted. And then it all spilled out. "You're really talented! I knew it when I saw your drawings. This is wonderful, Lee. I have a plan; you should go to art school. I want to send you to art school and I'm getting the money, I--!"

She stopped. Lee was glaring at her. She was about to say she was dancing topless to earn money, but that wasn't it. He spoke in a slow menacing growl, "You saw my drawings? You were snooping in my stuff?"

"I was cleaning your room."

He continued to stare hard, which brought the Mom out in her. "It was a pit, and I don't have to live that way!" she snapped. "I wasn't snooping, but I did see your drawings."

"And they were wonderful," she added softly. "Really. Wonderful." She placed her small hands on his thickly muscled arms, drew them down to take up his big mitts, "These are really talented hands. You can do so much with these."

Lee's sudden anger dissolved into a low simmer of petulance. He couldn't meet her eyes. "They were personal."

"You don't need to be shy about them. There's nothing wrong with drawing a woman's body."

"I know."

"I'm glad to see that you were drawing while you were in there. Did you do any more drawings?"

"Yeah. But you can't see them. I sold them, or traded them to the guys."

"Pictures of women, I suppose."

"Yeah,"

"Naked woman?"

That got a smile out of him, "Well, yeah!"

"Some were pretty dirty," he added.

"I imagine so."

"There are children in this room," the overweight woman chided from the corner of the room. "Could you two save that for the privacy of your bedroom?"

"I'm so sorry," Melanie apologized. This is my son."

"And that makes that kind of talk better?" the woman snapped.

"We'll leave now," Melanie smiled. "Come on, Lee. Let's get some lunch."

As they left, Lee put has arm around Melanie's shoulders, and then, just to be a snot, she patted his ass and slipped her hand into his back pocket. She was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.

The mid-afternoon sun beat down on them as they walked across the parking lot and continued their conversation.

"Lee, I've made a lot of changes. Some of them you might not like, but I've done them for a better life for us. I had a plan, but, y'know, it's your life and your choice. Would you like to go to art school?"

"Yeah Ma." I guess... I don't know. I haven't thought about it. It never seemed real to me, like it was a possibility. I like to draw, but isn't art school expensive?"

"It is, Lee. But if you want it, I think we can do it. I'll do anything I can to help you make it."

They arrived at Melanie's car, the same old beater she'd been driving for years. As she fumbled for her keys, Lee asked her, "Is that why you have the new look, Ma?"

She fired the car up and headed out to the freeway. "Yes. Partly. The hair color was just for fun. And because I thought you'd like it." She winked at him. "And I've been working out. Can' t you tell?"

"Is that why your boobs are bigger?" Lee blurted out.

Melanie blushed, but refused to be embarrassed. She knew that she would have to address this eventually. "Working out doesn't make your boobs bigger. It makes them smaller if anything."

"But—"

"I had some work done, yes." She turned the car into the parking lot of their favorite hamburger joint. "Would you like a milkshake?" She asked sweetly.

They both enjoyed their first lunch together in six months and laughed and reconnected, but avoided the real topics between them. Melanie watched with a quiet anxiety as the waitress flirted with her son. Did he even know the sexual magnetism he exuded?

For his part, Lee found his gaze returning to Melanie's new boobs, trying to assess through the loose T-shirt just what she was sporting now. But he never brought himself to ask her the obvious question, "Why?" What did bigger boobs have to do with her life now? What was this new life of theirs going to entail? He felt they were heading down a new and unexpected path and didn't know what it meant: that he didn't even have the words to formulate the right questions. But he intended to get to the bottom of it because he knew that in some way it would have a powerful impact on his own choices ahead.

When they got back to the small apartment they would share again, Melanie showered before going off to work, while Lee investigated and got reacquainted with his room. He was sorting things out, and considering how much of it part of a life he had left behind seemed. There was so much he should just throw out. He was flipping through a pile of nude girl magazines he decided he would never read again when Melanie came to the door.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Lee looked up with a guilty start to see her still wet from her shower, having only half dried off. She was combing through her thick tangle of hair with her right hand while with the left she held a towel across her chest, covering a great deal of her boobs. She had on a pair of pink bikini panties, and really, that was it. She had been working out, Lee noted. The curve of her hip was still round, but firm, toned and very sexy. It was echoed by the curve of her right breast, partially exposed as she lifted the accompanying arm to comb through her hair.

"There's certainly a lot of junk here." She agreed cheerfully. "I threw out the candy bar wrappers and put things up, but mostly it's all here. If you don't want it, get rid of it. I donated a lot of my stuff to Goodwill."

"You still cocktailing, Ma?"

She hesitated a moment, "Still cocktailing, so I'll be back late. There's food in the frig. Get comfortable again." She had moved into the room, standing, nearly nude, mere inches from him. She stood on her toes to kiss him and reflexively, he put his hands on her hips to balance her. By god her skin was soft and still wet. Her breasts fell forward slightly as she leaned into him, but she clasped the towel more closely to her upper chest, keeping them covered if not really contained. Lee's cock stirred of its own accord and then stiffened as she turned and left the room, offering him a tempting look at the sheen of her wet, bare back and the drops rolling down her fleshy buns peeking from under the little pink panties.

While she was gone, Lee completed the overhaul of his stuff, assembling several bags of donations, and leaving him with a feeling of release. He felt a new man, unbound by possessions. But also uncertain about what to do with himself. Could his Ma really afford to send him to art school? Is that what he really wanted?

Yes, he did. He knew he did. It sounded great! He fell back on his bed thinking about it and then on a whim, grabbed a pencil and some paper and began drawing a portrait of his mother as she had been at the door, clad only in towel and panties, wet and warm.

An hour later he held the work up for inspection. Not bad. The guys back at the Detention Facility would have loved it. But a picture of his mother like this, he would never give them. This he would keep for himself. He felt a measure of pride, that his mother was so beautiful, and also possessive. But he felt undeserving as well, like he could only want that he couldn't have, like all he wanted was the unattainable. And his Ma had promised to give it to him? Yes! Only his Ma could give it to him.

It was a hot night and Lee stripped down to his shorts. If she could walk around the house so exposed, well so could he. At loose ends, but feeling hungry, Lee made his dinner, dutifully cleaning up after, and opening a bottle of white table wine he poured himself a glass and began to rummage about the house. Melanie had made a few changes during his absence. A new sofa, towels, a couple of prints on the wall. He stopped at the door to her room. What the hell, she wouldn't be home for hours yet so he opened the door. It looked like she had gotten a new bedspread, and-- a corset?

It was a royal blue satin, shiny and rich, tied by laces across the belly and up to a large-cupped bodice. Light stays were sewn into the fabric for support as it had no shoulder straps, and he could just imagine his mother's wobbling breasts spilling over the top. He placed it gently back down as he had found it.

Carefully now he searched her bedroom and found much more evidence of her new wardrobe and the mysterious job it implied. His perplexity and anger rose as he found her push-up bras, bikini panties and the thongs that left little to the imagination. Garters and stockings, stiletto heeled shoes, and an odd top that seemed to consist of nothing more then a pair of finely beaded spaghetti straps, attached to another strap that would seem to wrap around her upper chest, while the body would consist of nothing more then ¼ inch thin strips of glimmering cloth reaching down, probably barely past her boobs. Lee imagined that they must have teased and shown as much as they revealed.

Lee poured himself another glass of wine and continued his search, less carefully now. He was beginning to seethe again. What was his mother doing with clothes like this? Not that she had ever dressed like a prude, but this was blatantly sexy, even slutty.

He found an assortment of kimono style robes in her closet, and pulled each one out in turn for an inspection. They were beautiful, and went onto a pile on her bed. There was a little princess tiara, bottled of perfume and a variety of colorful silk scarves. Her closet held short mini-skirts and sheer blouses, scoop necked jersey tops, and a dozen cocktail gowns featuring a variety of side slits, off the shoulder looks and deep plunging back and neck lines. Inspecting each one carefully he tossed them aside. He was getting angrier and drinking quickly now, gulping down the wine. Lee was not accustomed to drinking like this, he had only drunk occasionally while in school, and of course not at all in while detained.

And he really had to pee. Stumbling into the bathroom, he dropped his shorts and stood over the commode, feeling his anger and sense of betrayal pour out of him. Through his drunken haze, it was becoming clear to him what his mother was doing for a living. His father had tried to whore her out, and she had left him. By god she was not going to turn tricks for Lee's benefit! Staggering nude back into the mess that was her bedroom, Lee fell onto the pile of clothes he had mounded on her bed and passed out.

Chapter 04:

For the first time in quite a while, Melanie had been drinking between sets. Normally, she no longer needed the crutch of alcohol to steel her nerve for the shows. Indeed, she usually looked forward to performing, and enjoyed seeing men enraptured of her body. But tonight was different. Lee was back at home waiting for her to return, although she hoped he would be asleep by the time she got it, but his presence drove home for her the reality of what she was doing and she knew she would have to come clean with him at some point about it.

So by the time she got in that night, she was pretty well buzzed and feeling okay. Entering their apartment she saw that most of the lights were still on and the radio playing. "Lee?" she called softly. "Are you still up?" Light headed, she dropped her athletic bag with that evening's costumes on the floor and weaved her way to the kitchen, "Lee?"

No. A little unsteady, she nevertheless decided to have a glass of wine, but couldn't find the bottle so she made her way back to the bedrooms, thinking that a bath would be nice. The door to Lee's bedroom was closed. He must be asleep. She entered the hall bathroom and drew herself a bath to relax. She pulled off the jeans and snug jersey top she wore and dropped them to the floor. She could pick them up tomorrow, she thought as her bra and panties followed. The bath settled her as she knew it would and afterwards she dried herself off and still nude, slipped around the corner to her bedroom.