When Leon (Lee) Pounder Jr. went to the County Youth Detention Facility, something inside of Melanie came unmoored.
Despite her best efforts to be a good mother to Lee and provide a stable home, her son had begun to run with the wrong crowd. Lee and a buddy had broken into a house, looking for something to steal. They didn’t get anything and nobody was hurt, but they were quickly identified and arrested. And there was a gun involved. Lee hadn’t held it and this was a first offense, but the homeowner insisted on pressing charges and Lee got six months. The fact that he was Leon Pounder Sr.’s son probably tipped the scales against any possible leniency.
It had indeed been a rough three years since Leon Pounder Sr. had been sentenced to life imprisonment without possibility of parole. Melanie had found work cocktailing in a stripper bar, although she had shied away from the boob job she would need to make the real money on stage. Not that she was entirely lacking in that department. She’d always had two nice handfuls. But time and a c***d had done their work and she was somewhat saggy and deflated. Nevertheless, she was surrounded by the kind of hard men she had always known, men a bit like Leon Pounder Sr. and she knew how to tease them to please them. She always had.
Melanie had been barely legal when the virile and dangerous Leon Pounder first had her on her back, hardly older then that when Lee came along, and just twenty when her parents cut her out of their will. At the time she was defiant. Screw them! What did they know of love? She was in love with Leon and she wasn’t afraid to scream it at the world. She loved his broad chest and thickly muscled torso. She loved his devilish grin and fuck ’em attitude. She loved picking out the tattoos he would adorn his arms with.
But most of all she loved his cock and what he could do to her with it. Leon had taught her how to fuck that cock, and suck that cock and in time, to accept that she had to share that cock with the other women who caught his roving eye. Later, after he had trained her pussy to be greedy and her tongue to be exciting, he started trying to share them with his buddies, and then his business associates, and then… well, there was money to be made from a hot piece of ass like Melanie.
It was then that she finally left him for the first time. It wouldn’t be the last time, but over the years she began to straighten her act out, build a home life for young Lee and eventually to reconcile with her parents. There were relapses into the hell that was life with Leon; tempestuous reunions and violent breakups. But he had been out of their lives for almost two years when he killed that cop. He was on the run for ten days, and Melanie shivered every time she recalled that they caught him just a few blocks from the modest apartment she shared with Lee.
They had never properly married, so there was no divorce. He sent letters asking about Lee, whom he had shown little interest in previously, and asking her to come for conjugal visits. To her chagrin, she even considered it in a wicked moment. Despite her good looks, she hadn’t many suitors. Leon scared them off, even from prison. But when he heard that Lee was being sent to the Youth Detention Facility, he sent a letter of “fatherly” advice to the young man about surviving on the inside, and that sent Melanie over the edge into the abyss of obsession.
It was after hours when Melanie had come home from work to find Lee drafting a response to the letter his father had sent. It was his last night of freedom before turning himself in to serve his sentence. She showed Melanie the letter and she was appalled. It read as though Leon expected his son to follow him into a life spent in and out of jail.
Melanie somehow managed to remain calm, although inwardly she was seething. She stood over the young man slouched on the sofa. “First of all, thank you for sharing this with me, Lee. You showed me a lot of trust.” She paused for a moment to consider. “Let me shower up and get dressed for bed while I think on it. Then we’ll talk about an appropriate response, if any.”
When she returned, she had tied her hair back casually and wearing her loose flannel jammies. Lee liked seeing her in these, she looked soft and relaxed. He couldn’t help noticing the way her breasts swayed gently under the material as she walked across the room to him. He had taken the moment to ready for bed himself and was wearing only the boxer shorts and T-shirt he favored. She led him to the sofa and they read Leon’s letter together and Lee’s start at a response.
It was respectful and tentative. Lee didn’t know quite what to say.
“Lee, lets address your father’s letter first. Frankly, it reads as though your father expects you to spend much of your life behind bars.”
“No Ma! No. No way! I was an idiot and I’m going to pay for it. I’ll miss my graduation; I’ll miss my friends… Ma, I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.” He was still just a boy under the bravado, and he began to dissolve into tears. Melanie pulled him to her, and they wrapped their arms about each other, Melanie’s soft female curves yielding under young Lee’s lean, sinewy embrace. Lee loved these moments of closeness, but secretly feared that she might notice the way his cock was stiffening. For a long moment they grieved that they were soon to be parted.
“I think he’s just trying to help me, Ma. And he is the expert on this sort of stuff.” He made a small laugh.
“I’m sure he is, Lee. But he doesn’t know how to be a father and this is not the way.”
They sat silent for a moment. Then she spoke to him, “We have to think of this as a do-over. We have the next six months to think about who and what we want to be and make it a reality. You have to do it.”
“I know, Ma. I will.”
“And I have to do it, too.”
“You’re fine, Ma. You’re great.”
“No. I have to do it too. I’ve made too many mistakes in my life. Loving your father was the first of them.”
“Do you still love him?”
“Not any more. He left me with too many bad things… and one, one really good thing.”
Lee looked apprehensive.
“And that’s you, sport!” She laughed and rested her hand lightly on his muscled chest. “You make it all worth while. We’ll make it worthwhile for each other.” In truth, she had always doted on the boy. He did have his father’s better features, unruly dark hair and eyes, the devil’s own smile, a rugged masculinity and it was evident even as a c***d that he would have the kind of cock a woman could cherish. Not that she’d seen it for a while but she could imagine, and privately, sometimes did.
Together they crafted a short, courteous, but distant letter of response. They wished Leon well, but made no mention of the “advice “he offered. Instead, they spoke of a vague plan to go on to community college after Lee was out and left it at that.
The next day he was gone. Melanie had promised to visit every week, but Lee told her no, he needed to time to figure things out for himself. She was not too worry, he was sure he’d be fine. The bravado of youth was back.
Really, her son was all she had, and when she was finally without him, she found herself truly at loose ends for the first time in her life. And so she began to think really, really hard about how to keep him, and keep him from his father’s long distance grasp. Lee was s*******n when he was sentenced. He and Melanie shared a birthday; he would turn eighteen on the inside, while Melanie felt well worn at 37. When Lee came home to her, he would be a man, and she began to think of him as a man. She needed to find out all she could about what kind of man he would become.
Lee liked the girls. Melanie knew that. He’d had a string of girlfriends, although none had lasted very long. He did seem to have a preference for redheads, although if none were to be found he was happy enough with blondes and brunettes. He turned his nose up at the slender girls though. Short or tall, pretty or plain, they were all plush and curvy, and more then a few were exceptionally stacked. Melanie chuckled affectionately at the thought. He was a typical young male and goggled at the prospect of the big-tittie girls.
“Ma, I like the girls to look like girls.” He had confided after dinner a few weeks earlier when she had commented on a current flame.
From the door to the kitchen Melanie teased him, “Don’t I look like a girl?” She cocked her hip coquettishly and tossed her honey-thick hair.
“Hey Ma, you look definitely like a girl. You’re why I like girls to look like girls.”
She ran her hands over her bosom. “I’m afraid I don’t, eh–stack up to some the girls you see.”
“Aw, Ma…” he grinned as he charged out the door. “I’m going to the movies with Cindy.”
“Be back by midnight!”
Well he would have to go without for the next six months and after he was incarcerated she decided his bedroom needed to be shoveled out, and keeping a sharp eye out for the porn stash she assumed he kept, she went to work. What she found beneath the clothes both clean and dirty that were strewn about the room surprised her. There were a couple of DVDs starring a mature, but fit and very well endowed redheaded “actress” fucking and sucking a much younger man. There was also a wide ranging selection of magazines, a few quite raunchy; but most featuring clean, fresh faced women with lovely bodies in artistic photos. It was between the pages of these that she found his drawings. He had clearly been copying the photos and she judged he was very, very good. Melanie had enjoyed drawing when she was younger and had been fairly talented. Apparently Lee had inherited that knack plus some. She had no idea he was so gifted. There had never been many drawings on the refrigerator from her son, although if this is what he drew, it could explain why she never saw them.
The paper itself was smudged and stained and… was that dried cum? Eeeeeuuu… She imagined him with a pencil in one and hand and his cock in the other. It was a particularly thick, long and rigid cock. Leafing through the pages she drifted into a day dream. The hand on Lee’s cock becomes a woman’s. The movements had gone from a vigorous beating to a more languorous and gentle stroke. The hand belonged to the mature redhead pictured on the cover of the videos. She was smiling as they gazed into each other’s eyes while she stroked him off. Melanie flushed, and the day dream ended when she realized that she was gently caressing her own dampening pussy through the material of her jeans.
Picking up the videos she thought, “I’ll have to watch these.”
Which she did, that very evening and she found them to be surprisingly hot, which she hadn’t really expected. The dark haired young pizza delivery boy the redhead seduced had a familiar quality she couldn’t quite pin point. The actress made a long slow strip tease out of turning her pockets inside out and pulling at her clothes searching for money to pay for her pizza. It was no surprise when the young man accepted her favors in trade and the pizza topping wasn’t the only salami in the room. The movies made her horny and she hadn’t had a man in… well, a long time, so she turned the videos off and made popcorn, and she thought some more. A plan was beginning to form.
Lee was so talented as well as handsome; she couldn’t let him follow his father’s path. He just needed some direction and something to cling to. He could cling to her, she would provide that comfort, but for direction… he was so talented. If he could just get into a good art school he could make something of his gifts. But a good school cost money, and the only way she could think to get it was to dance at the club, and for that she needed—
“Boobs.” She was inspecting herself in the hall mirror. To do this she had stripped down to the buff and was giving herself a hard look. “I need better, make that, bigger boobs.” She made herself say it out loud to drive the reality home.
“Okay then. What else?”
In truth, she still looked pretty good. Tired mostly, but her thick, chin length ash blonde hair had body and shine. She had a c***dlike face; heart shaped, with a broad forehead, exceptionally large, clear blue eyes, high cheekbones, a wide mouth featuring full bee stung lips and a small but firm chin. At five foot four, she was compactly built, although she had put on a few pounds in the last couple of years. Much of it was in the jiggle of her ass.
“Watch your diet, girl, and get into the gym.” She decided.
Then she cupped her breasts. She had just enough to require a C cup and that was more then she could hold in her small hands. But when she let them go, down they fell to lie across her ribcage. Not that she minded that, but she knew they weren’t going to earn her the money she needed. She pinched her nipples, which immediately responded by stiffening up. They were large and perched jauntily on her wide, pale areolas. She had always thought them too large for her breast size, although Leon liked them. If her breasts were larger, they would be a perfect match. She decided to do it.
“I’m going to buy some new boobs.”
Eight weeks later Melanie stepped onto the stage of The Smiling Kitty for her first professional dance. Using the stage name Gingersnap, she was almost unrecognizable as the tired mother she had been. Hard work in the gym had toned her limbs and back nicely, although some jiggle still remained in her lower belly, well-rounded ass-cheeks and flaring hips. It made her all the sexier, if you like that sort of thing, and why shouldn’t you? She had also learned a few tricks about stage make-up from her friend Dolores, one of the other dancers, and her pretty eyes flashed sultry and gleaming with her new emerald contact lens. She had chosen the color to complement the fiery red hair she now wore. She had considered a bob, or a wedge cut for it, but decided to go the other direction and had left it to grow, thick and wild. It grew fast and was just past her shoulders when she let it down, but more often she pinned it up casually, almost haphazardly, while a few loose locks framed her face and swung over her direct stare. She had practiced a small sly smile while looking directly into a man’s eyes and the effect was smoldering. When she flashed a full wide smile, wise men drooled and strong men buckled at the knee as all of their bl**d rushed into their cocks. All of this was good, and Melanie felt satisfaction with these particular changes she had made.
What she was uncomfortable with, what caused her a moments pause, were in fact her biggest success stories. The tit doctor had done a fabulous job. Melanie’s new Double D knockers looked absolutely natural. They were full and rounded, and in a push-up bra gave her a deep cleavage and firm ‘cups runneth over’ appearance. Unlike many boob jobs, they didn’t look unnaturally firm when she let them swing free. Instead they d****d across her rib cage like they belonged there. True, they were a bit lower then they had been, but after all, there was more there now. The thing is, they looked full rather then saggy. Her areolas had stretched slightly, taut across her breast flesh, and although now even larger and more delicately tinted then they had been, seemed appropriate and well sized. Her already large nipples were more sensitive now, and tended to remain extended and hard and noticeable.
But for all of the power of her eyes and wobble of her ass, men had trouble not staring at her new chest, and it made Melanie self-conscious. Men had liked her boobs before, and she was cool with that. But she had transformed herself from a curvy woman into an out and out big-tittie girl and that had never been her self image. It felt like conspicuous display, even in the most modest of clothing, and tonight, for the first time, she was going to brazenly exhibit her new investments before hundreds of horny strangers. In fact the point of all this was to make them horny, make them hot for her, make them fantasize that they had a shot with her, and then give her their money for the sake of the illusion.
The practice at The Smiling Kitty was for the girls to leave off cocktailing when the dancer before them started her performance. This allowed time for a costume change and even more, for the customers to begin to anticipate her reemergence. Each girl did three dances, in each one, wearing less and less. The final performance was typically in nothing but a g-string. After her act, she was expected to wait until the following girl had performed before returning to her cocktailing duties. Thus Melanie was never quite alone backstage. She had the support of other women waiting to go on, performing or waiting to return to the floor. Her friend Dolores performed her set as Melanie waited her turn, while Petunia, having just come off stage, waited to go back to work. She was getting dressed again, sliding into the short low-cut dress she wore as a waitress. Melanie admired her slim, slinky figure. Petunia did not have large breasts, and didn’t seem to need them.
Petunia winked at Melanie as she began to dress for her act, “It’ll be fun. You’ll see.” Melanie smiled, but inwardly, she trembled with nervousness. Flirting she could do, Melanie liked men. But this was a whole new level of flirting and to do this she had to become a whole new woman, Gingersnap, an exhibitionist who loved teasing men and flaunting her body. As her first tune sounded, Melanie downed a shot of Jaegermeister and then as Gingersnap, strutted through the curtains and into the strobing lights. Petunia blew her a kiss from the floor as the announcer bellowed, “Gentlemen, pull your hands out of your pants and put them together for Gingersnap!”
For her first dance Gingersnap wobbled onto the stage in red stilettos, lacy pink panties, and her boobs spilling over a deep violet bustier that let everyone know that new treats were in store for their avid gaze. From the stage, faces of the onlookers flickered in and out of view. Individuals were at first a blur, but as she accustomed herself to the lights, Gingersnap began to notice heads turning her way, eyes glued to her form, and some familiar faces beginning to appear. She ignored the pole placed mid-stage in favor of a promenade around the edge of the stage, her hands running seductively over the curves of her body, trying to capture men’s eyes for a quick smile and a bit of eye contact. And miraculously, as the dance progressed, her nervousness began to dissipate and she felt the power in what she was doing. As the first dance ended, she smiled widely down at the fat d***k whose eyes were fixed on her tits, and ran her hands all around them for his benefit.
Backstage, she downed another shot, light headed from the unexpected exhilaration of it all. She slipped out of the hot pants, revealing the sequined g-string underneath. Her ass would soon be on view and the bustier would come off on stage. From behind, she felt small hands gently massaging her shoulders. Dolores whispered in her ear, “You were marvelous out there, Mel. You got me wet, and those lunks will be creaming their pants by the time you get the girls out.” Melanie turned to hug her friend, conscious of her fat jugs mashing against the other woman’s big tits, downed another shot, and then Gingersnap returned for her next dance.
This time, the lights were low, and the stage steamy from dry ice. She planned to use the pole for the slow sultry music she had selected. She spun slowly about it, letting the men take in the sight of her exposed legs, hips and ass cheeks. She spent a good deal of time waggling it at them, letting them take in the sight, and imagine just what the scanty strap slicing down her creases was covering. Then slowly, as the dance progressed, she began pulling at the laces of her bustier, loosening it and revealing her deep, soft cleavage to eager eyes. Leaving the pole, Gingersnap made a slow walk around the perimeter of the stage carefully, slowly opening the bustier, showing more and more of herself to the room full of strangers. She was dizzy and a little foggy when a face from her past leered at her from a seat near the stage.
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 they were 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.
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 d***kenness 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 c***dren 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’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.”
That got a smile out of him, “Well, yeah!”
“Some were pretty dirty,” he added.
“I imagine so.”
“There are c***dren 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.”
“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.
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 d***k 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 d***ken 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.
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 asl**p 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 asl**p. 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.