Shoes Make the Mom Ch. 01

Inhaling again, she felt the tube top stretching across her breasts, still-hard nipples scratching against the bra inside. The tension in the smooth unblemished skin across her flat tummy fell away as she exhaled. Melinda always relished these morning yoga sessions, though she'd never done one in the living room before. They made her feel in control, and the control made her feel

powerful

centered.

Exhaling, she folded at the waist, slowly collapsing, sliding her hands over the soft fabric of her leggings, feeling the musculature underneath. At the end of the breath she was folded in half, fingers dangling by her toes, staring at all twenty

pink pink, perfectly pink

nails. They twinkled up at her, and she wiggled them all. They looked so pretty, so

sexy sexy

fun, just like those

sexy sexy

shoes. Warmth radiated out from her centre, and Melinda hung there for a minute, savouring it. Sunlight played along the muscles of her lower back.

Yesterday had been so much

sexy sexy

fun, she reflected. Torturing Jake, making him squirm in embarassment, feeling so

powerful

in control. She hadn't had so much

sexy sexy

fun in years! She had let herself become so

booo-ring ugly old

dull lately. Why not let her hair down, have a good time? Yes, there was no

slave-toy

boyfriend on the scene, and hadn't been for years

who needs one when you've got a son

but that didn't mean she couldn't play a little.

"These things are

sexy sexy

fun," she said to her toes, quoting Dr. Seuss. "And

sexy sexy

fun is good." Idly, Melinda wondered if she could do this in her

pink pink, perfectly pink

heels. She scrunched up her toes and inhaled again, unfolding, filling up with breath. Soon she stood ramrod straight, lungs full and back arched, perky tits thrust out impudently. Distracted by an itch, she dispatched her fingers to take care of the problem,

pink pink, perfectly pink

nails playing along the wide gap between her navel and the waistband of the leggings; the swell of her hips rose well above the fabric. These would never, ever do in a gym, but at home

your dominion

different rules applied.

Letting the breath go in a long woosh, Melinda threw back her left leg and dropped into a low lunge, feeling her buttocks flex, feeling the fabric sinking in between. Maybe she should have worn underwear this morning. She giggled. Different rules applied at home.

"These things are fun," she said again, adopting a mantra, "and fun is gooooood."

Bare feet padded on the floor behind her.

"Morning, baby-bear." Melinda said without looking, taking another deep breath.

"Hey mom," Jake said in a sleepy voice. "What are you doing?"

"Yoga, silly."

"Out here?"

"The sun looked so good, I decided to bask a little out here with the big window."

"Um, okay."

"You don't mind, do you? I won't take too long."

"No! I mean, no, not at all."

"Thank you, baby-bear." Melinda's torso collapsed forward again with a long release of pent-up breath. When her hand touched the mat, her other foot shot back, and her lower back lifted into the air as if dangled by a puppeteer. Melinda rose up on her toes, and the muscles in her legs stretched deliciously; she felt her calves flex as though perched on a pair of

pink pink, perfectly pink

heels.

Jake coughed.

She spread her legs a crack, and looked through. Jake leaned against the opposite wall with affected nonchalance, one hand in the pocket of his lounge pants, the fabric shifting subtly, rhythmically. A shiver shot through Melinda's legs and once again she visualized herself in the Downward Dog pose, perched upon

pink pink, perfectly pink

heels.

"Jake honey, can you give me a hand please?"

"Um, sure?"

"I know it's awkward, honey, but I'm trying a new pose, and I need to make sure my hips stay steady."

"Wait, what?"

"Just come here." She took a deep breath. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand from his pocket, sniffed the fingers, and shuffled over. Melinda closed the gap between her legs again, and something brushed against her behind. "That's it. Right there. Now, take my hips in your hands." His fingers were warm and damp against her skin. "Nice firm grip, baby-bear. You don't want your mom falling over, do you?" His grasp firmed up, fingertips sinking a little into her firm flesh. She inhaled, flexing her toes, and her body rose an inch or two; something brushed against her behind again. She exhaled, coming down, and felt another quick rub. She repeated the breath three times.

these things are fun

Inhale.

and sexy sexy fun

Exhale.

is soooo good

Jake's hands trembled as she descended again. "Okay, you ready, honey?"

"Y-yeah, mom." His voice shook.

"Good, now hold tight." She inhaled.

these things are fun

Exhaled.

and fun is good

As she let the air out through pursed lips, she began to descend, unlocking her legs, letting all the tension fall out of them. Her knees bent, grinding her ass briefly against something, making Jake gasp. His hands guided her hips down as she relaxed, gently falling to all fours on the mat. He had to bend over to maintain his grip, then went down on one knee, then fell to both.

"Don't let go yet, honey." She said, still exhaling, a slow leak of air through her mouth, lips fixed in a pouting 'o'.

"Yes, mom. I mean, no mom. I mean, um, yes."

Melinda settled down on hands and knees, looking down at her glittering

pink pink, perfectly pink

nails, her hair a tumbling curtain of loose chestnut curls. "Hold tight baby-bear." After another deep breath, Melinda began to arch her back down in a graceful curve, slowly bringing her head up. At the same time, her hips cocked outward, the tight lines of her ass rolling outward towards Jake in a sensual approximation of a cat. She ground hard against the object so insistently prodding her, and felt it slide into the crevice outlined by the skintight fabric of her leggings, just above the pouch of her pussy. Melinda could feel the lips of her vagina swell and spread and start to ooze as they blossomed outwards.

these things are fun

"Now just hold it, baby-bear. Oooooh my, that feels good."

and fun

"Mmmmmmmm..." Pushing back not so gently.

is good

"Ahhhhhh," releasing her breath one last time, Melinda let go of the pose, relaxing on all fours.

"You can let go now, honey." She said, after a few moments, looking back at him with a knowing smirk.

"I, um, I, yeah. I'll go get some breakfast." Jake pulled his hands from her hips, and stared down at his mother for an extra second or two, before standing up. The tent in his lounge pants was unmistakable.

these things are fun

What was that hanging out of his pocket? Something black and pink dangled briefly before Jake jammed his hand back in.

and fun is good

* * *

Wrapped in a towel, dripping on the carpet, Melinda laid out her

arsenal

clothes for the day: an abbreviated khaki skirt in some sort of melon colour that would skim very nicely over her trim thighs and show off the curve of her behind; a loose tunic in thin white linen which would drape dramatically over her firm breasts, and sported a deep cutaway in the back, showing off a vast expanse of skin. She poked about in her panty drawer, looking for a pair of sheer black boyshorts with melon-pink scalloped lace around the legs to match her skirt. After a few minutes, a slow, predatory smile spread over her face.

Tying her hair back in a pony tail, she wriggled into the skirt, threw on the blouse, and stepped into her heels. Time to have a little

sexy sexy

fun. Melinda clip-clopped down the hall to Jake's room. His door was closed, and muted rock blared through the wall. She knocked once.

"Jakey?" No reply.

"Baby-bear?" She knocked again.

"Jacob?" Her hand fell on the doorknob. It wasn't locked. She turned it slowly, and pushed the door open a crack. Melinda peered inside: only the last two feet of Jake's bed was visible, and consequently his bare feet as he lay on his back. She couldn't hear him over the music, but Melinda could see her son's toes curling occasionally.

A thrill ran through her, from her toes to her head.

look at him

Melinda watched, unable to tear her eyes away as her son's boxspring squeaked.

that's you

His toes curled again. She heard him mumble something.

you did that

His heels dug into the mattress and his knees bent.

you made him

One of his legs kicked briefly.

you naughty girl

His other foot pressed so far down the mattress protested loudly.

naughty mommy

She watched his hips buck upward for a long moment.

he can't help himself

They crashed back down, and the boxspring continued to chirp.

can't stop himself

Only then did Melinda notice that his pants had been shoved down around his knees.

one look is all it takes

Her bare thighs slid against one another.

even though you're his mother

Melinda's toes tingled.

he can't resist you

She gripped the doorknob tight.

he's so easy

Jake's mumbling got a little louder.

he'll fall so easy

Why was she so warm?

so much fun to make him

Melinda's heart pounded.

make him yours

She could hear Jake more clearly, now.

where he belongs

"Mom..."

at your feet

"Oh god, Mom..."

between your legs

Melinda gasped, and took a step back from the door. Her head spun. Her thighs were damp and hot and she could feel her pussy twitching. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding since cracking the door open. A smile crept over her face.

have a little fun

Taking hold of the knob, she knocked on the door again.

it's just a little fun

"Jakey?" She said, far louder than necessary.

and fun

"Just a sec!" He shouted in a strangled voice. Fabric rustled frantically.

is good

Melinda pushed open the door as the waistband of her son's lounge pants snapped against his stomach. A sheen of sweat coated his upper body, and her gaze raked over his lean, muscled form as he stood in the middle of his room, a typical teenage midden of discarded clothes, books, video games and forgotten foods. She breathed in deeply of the smell of virgin teen.

"Um, hi!" Jake said with a nervous grin, chest heaving.

His mother stepped inside, careful not to disturb a pile of shirts of dubious vintage.

"Baby-bear, you havegotto clean up in here," she scanned the floor, unable to restrain the instincts of her mom-brain. "God, there's shit everywhere." Melinda bent at the waist, and scooped up a t-shirt, offering a brief glimpse of her bare back. She sniffed it, and her tip-tilted nose wrinkled. "Well, I know howsomebody is spending his afternoon."

"Aw, mom," he said. "It's Sunday. I just wanna-"

"I know what you 'wanna' do," she gave her son a knowing look. He held her eyes for a fraction of a second, then hung his head.

"I'm sorry, Jakey. I didn't come in here to yell at you, but you've got to

obey your mommy

do what your mom tells you, mkay?"

"mkay, mom," he mumbled.

"And if you're a

good boy

good boy, maybe you'll get a treat." She stepped closer to him, and ruffled his hair, damp with sweat. He was rank with the sweet odour of virgin boy, and it made her mouth water.

"Aw, mom, I'm not six." He protested mildly.

"No, baby-bear, you're certainly not six anymore. You're eighteen now, almost all grown-up, so

fuckable

big and strong. We'll have to make sure it's a grown-up treat, mkay?" She leaned in close and kissed him on the cheek. He trembled.

"mkay."

"That's my Jakey," Melinda pulled back again and gestured expansively. "Now, before you get started on this sty, I came in looking for something."

"Oh?"

"Yep. When you were putting my underthings away yesterday, you didn't happen to see a pair of--" She feigned surprise, and stooped again. "These! I was looking for these." Melinda held up her prize, sheer black fabric and melon-pink lace stretched between two index fingers. "How did they get in here?"

"Oh. Oh! Um, I found them on the floor outside, and picked them up and I was gonna give 'em back to you, honest. I um, well, you know, I..." Jake groped for words, blindly pawing his way towards an excuse.

"...you put them in your pocket and forgot about them?" Melinda finished for him, grinning.

"Yeah. Yeah! That's what happened."

"Well, thank you for picking them up, sweetheart. Do you mind turning around for a sec?" She spun one finger in the air

"What?"

"I'm going to put them on, silly. Why do you think I was looking for them?"

"Oh. What? Right here?"

"Well, as soon as you turn around, yes." She laughed, rolling her eyes, as though it was the most natural thing in the world for a mother to slide into a pair of slinky panties in her son's bedroom.

"I, uh, okay." Jake turned around, facing his dresser, staring into his wall-mounted mirror. He watched as Melinda stepped into her panties, one high-heeled foot after another. He watched as she slowly pulled them up the length of her toned legs. He watched as she rucked up her skirt just a little around her thighs, offering a glimpse of the darkness beyond and the drops of moisture on her smooth skin. Melinda ran a hand between her legs as she snuggled the panties up against her leaking pussy.

"Mmmm... much better. You can turn around now, baby-bear." He did as she asked, and got another lingering kiss on the cheek for his trouble. "Let me know when you're done in here, and I'll work out a nice grown-up reward for you, mkay?"

"mkay. I mean yes. I mean yes, mom."

"Good boy," Melinda said, and stroked his face once before turning and leaving.

Jake stood there a few moments longer, thinking that if he moved or even breathed, the dream would end and he'd wake up.

* * *

Sometime that evening, four garbage bags, a full vacuum cleaner, and a mop bucket later, Josh poked his head out of his door.

"Moooo-oooom, I'm done!" He shouted.

Jake was surveying his handiwork when the clip-clop of heels resounded on the floor behind him.

"Good job, honey." Slender arms encircled his waist, and moist lips planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned in his mother's arms, and noted that she was wearing an apron, the hem of which extended past the hem of her skirt. Melinda released him, and took a step back, looking around.

"Very, very good job." She said with a pleased smile. "You could almost have somebody else in here without dying of embarrassment. I think you've earned your treat." Melinda stood there, arms akimbo, one hip cocked.

"What kind of treat?" Jake said, cautious.

"Well," she said, stepping towards him. "I know you're kind of nervous around girls, so I thought it might be useful if you went on a practice date."

"A practice date?"

"Yep." Melinda nodded. "That way you can learn

your place

the ropes so that you'll be ready for

a real woman

the real thing when it happens. You don't mind dating a slightly older woman, do you?" She ran a finger down his chest.

"Um..." he hesitated. "That depends?"

"Don't worry, baby-bear, I'll be gentle." Melinda giggled. "Besides, it'll be a stay-at-home date so you don't even have to be embarrassed by being seen with your old mom, mkay?"

"mkay," he mumbled.

"Of course, the best thing about stay-at-home dates," Melinda said, "is that you don't have to worry about getting your date home on time. You can stay up alllll night, if you

can

want."

"Yeah," Jake agreed, then, "wait. What?"

"Now then," she tugged at his t-shirt. "You get a shower and dress up, and I'll meet you here in an hour, okay?"

"Yes mom. I mean, okay."

good boy

"Good boy." She ruffled his hair. "Off you go." Melinda gave her son a swat on the behind, and sent him on his way.

Jake showered and dressed with all the nervous energy of a teenager on a first date, ever. Back in his room, he paced back and forth, occasionally taking a seat on the bed only to jump up at the first imagined sound. The edgy teenager smoothed down the leg of his khakis, trying to keep his semi-stiff member from popping up. He rolled it around until it pointed straight up, and pulled his dress shirt out of his pants as camouflage.

The hour passed slowly as he awaited his mother's arrival, occasionally "adjusting" his erection to keep it under control. Jake had just unzipped to make some additional "adjustments" when there was a soft rap at his bedroom door. Trembling fingers pulled his zipper back up, and then the teenager opened the door on his "date".

Melinda was leaning on the doorframe, one hand sliding up the wood, smiling down on him from atop her

pink pink, perfectly pink

heels. Lazy chestnut curls tumbled down to her shoulders, where a close-fitted red jersey dress draped across her lean body, skimming over her slim lines, deep-cut neck showing off the silken valley of her pert breasts, flaring out over her narrow waist and the curve of her hips as she cocked them.

Pink lips, slick with gloss pursed and blew him an airy kiss.

"Hi," Melinda said. "I'm here to pick up my

toy

date." She stepped inside in a close, warm cloud of some dark perfume. "I'm told he's a handsome

fuckable

young

malleable

man

boy

who goes by the name of Jacob." She leaned in, and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Um, h-hi," words tried to stumble their way past Jake's teeth, tripped over themselves, and choked him momentarily.

"It's traditional," Melinda whispered in her son's ear, "to offer your

mistress

date a compliment when you see her. Try again, baby-bear." Her lips felt slippery and slick as they brushed his earlobe. She took a step back and did a slow spin for him.

"You look gorgeous, mom. Beautiful. Perfect" He said with all the earnest vigor of a teenager. "Like a..."

"Like a

sex goddess

what?" She prompted him as he groped for the word, posing in the doorway, offering an inviting smile.

"Like a...like a model or a movie star or something." The words tumbled out as he blushed hotly.

"Much better, baby-bear," Melinda swept in and hooked her arm in his, pressing close. They walked out together, although Jake found himself trotting along to catch up with her long, powerful strides.

"Now then," she said. "We're going to

fuck

have a nice candlelit dinner, and afterwards we'll

fuck

snuggle up with a movie or maybe I'll show you how to

fuck

dance properly on a date. How does that sound?" She looked at him expectantly, and Jake withered under his mother's gaze.

"Great! That sounds, um, great." He couldn't keep the nervous tremor out of his voice.

"Good boy." Melinda said, and pressed closer as they walked into the dining room. Jake adjusted something in his pocket.

Mother and son seated themselves at the table, where a Greek salad had already been laid out and candles lit. They proceeded with dinner in a lopsided fashion, Melinda serving and doing most of the talking, while Jake tried to keep up and not spill anything. Salad was followed by a grilled chicken entree (snow peas on the side) and an offer of a dark, sweet wine. Only human, and a teenager to boot, he accepted and felt the alcohol heat flush through his body, making his head spin.

Melinda laughed inwardly as she watched the wine having its way with her son. Just one glass and he was already