My Mothers Boyfriend - Sex Stories

My Mothers Boyfriend

... resignation. "I'll dress up."

As Janet changed her clothes, a sense of unease gnawed at her insides, her mind swirling with questions about the man who was about to enter their home. She stood before the mirror, studying her reflection with a critical eye, searching for answers that seemed to elude her.

Her chestnut hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with features that bore a striking resemblance to her mother's—high cheekbones, a button nose, and lips that curved into a hesitant smile.

With a sudden surge of defiance, Janet's resolve hardened. If she was going to dress up for this dinner, then she would do so on her terms. She decided to get the attention she so desperately craved, and with a hint of mischief, she pondered competing with Sarah for Mark's attention. As the reckless impulse took hold she rifled through her wardrobe in search of something more daring.

Her fingers brushed against the satin fabric of a skimpy, form-fitting dress tucked away at the back of her closet—a garment she had purchased on a whim but never dared to wear. Now, fueled by a newfound sense of rebellion, Janet seized the dress with determination.

As she slipped into the dress, the fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. The satin fabric pressed into her skin revealing every bump and curve with an alluring sheen that prevented the wearer from hiding any physical imperfections. The thin spaghetti straps ...

... that draped over her shoulders held up the cowl neckline accentuating her ample bosom, the satin dripped off the tips of her breasts before tucking in tightly around her narrow waist. Along her exposed back, the thin straps crossed pulling against her skin tightly, seductively connecting the backless dress until it reached her waist. The physical features of the dress prevented her from wearing underwear, the seams too visible through the satin texture that highlighted her young womanly curves. It was a bold choice, displaying her sensuality for the world to see, but at that moment, Janet didn't care. She wanted to assert her independence despite her mom’s expected concerns.

As Sarah caught sight of Janet descending the stairs in her outfit, her high heels clicking against the staircase, her long shapely legs extended past the asymmetrical drop of the dress that on one side draped several inches above her knee and on the other bunched tantalizingly between her hip and thigh, the daring curves she put on display that would certainly make men turn their heads. Sarah marveled at her daughter’s beauty.

"You look stunning," Sarah exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine awe as she took in her daughter's appearance. "I've never seen you wear something like that before."

Janet met her mother's gaze, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Mom," she replied, "I just wanted to...you know, make a good impression."

"But… Janet, sweetheart," Sarah began her ...