Ladybug

“I think that about wraps up our time for today,” McKenzie announced, glancing at the hourglass on her desk.

Sean followed her gaze, performing a double take at the actual sandglass. He’d never even noticed the old-school timer. Not that any other man could blame him. Not as the marriage counselor and sex therapist stretched in the armchair she sat in. Twisting her body slightly, the teen gulped at how the red blouse stretched over her large breasts. And when she moved to stand up, Sean found it incredibly sexy, with the leg and ass show she displayed.

“What do you think?” Kaitlin and Kizzy's mother asked.

“Huh?” Sean responded, suddenly aware that his hard-on had returned yet again over the last hour.

If Dr. Beal–Is she a doctor?– were about to test him, the patient knew he’d fail. The first session had been mostly filled with simple, soft-toned questions that Sean answered with little awareness or discomfort. No, the main aspect of his first experience with a therapist had been studying the sight of her black lace bra.

“About your experience. That wasn’t hard or terrible, was it?” McKenzie asked, strutting in her high heels over to her desk in a way that emphasized the tight gray pencil skirt covering her ass.

“No, not at all! It went fast,” Sean replied, glancing down at his erection. Standing up, he swiftly turned his body toward the door, praying that she didn’t notice the tent.

“Good! Now, you should keep in mind that was merely an introductory session. We’re going to expand on some of the topics and information that you revealed over the course of our future session.”

Crap! What did I reveal?

“Um, like what?” Sean asked after moving slightly behind an armchair to hide his groin. Thankfully, Woofles, the basset hound, provided an excuse to bend over to pet his head. The dog had woken from his nap once his newest friend walked across the room.

"This week, I want you to think over the changes in your life over the past month. Next Saturday, we're going to focus on Whitney's near-death experience and how it's changed your status at school and around town. I know firsthand that you've gained new admirers," the brunette teased, smirking in a manner that caused a tremor in his manhood.

“I thought, I mean, I assumed that we’d mostly talk about my family, since Dad is the reason I’m here,” Sean admitted, rubbing Woofles' ears as the sexy therapist marched over.

“Absolutely. However, we need to investigate what makes Sean Tarver tick before we expand our discussions to your family and friends.”

“My friends?” Sean asked, surprised.

“Don’t they help make you the young man you are today? Don’t worry, I won’t need a primer on a few of them, such as Whitney or Lacey. And I have heard grumblings about your wayward crush on Ramsey,” McKenzie revealed, thrusting out one of those smooth legs to gently rub her dog’s back with the flat portion of her shoe.

Sean’s mouth dropped open, mostly from the revelation about Ramsey.

“We may jump around with your family. However, I think the tension you have with your father should be first in the coming weeks. Clearly, from what you said, you feel guilt over your sister getting dragged into the middle.”

Shit! I said that? Sean blinked, telling himself that he’d better return next time with a full night of sleep.

“I’d think that we’d cover your relationship with your mother during several sessions,” Ms. Beal stated, alarming her patient.

“My relationship?”

Oh, fuck, oh fuck! Please say I didn’t hint at anything!

Immediately, an image from last Wednesday popped into Sean's head. Him lying on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom. His mother's wavy, caramel-blonde hair was a mess as her head bobbed up and down. As always, Bridget absolutely worshiped the big cock that she created, coating it with an abundance of saliva until she sucked his "delicious, sinful cum" down her throat.

Merely a fun way to take off the edge that built up during the school day, Bridget would wink up at her son from his lap while licking up any sperm that escaped onto her lips or his body. Then, she had crawled up Sean’s body to offer one of her large “Mommy tits” to her son. Once, thoroughly satisfied that he’d shown the appropriate attention to her big bosom–and recharged his manhood–-, Bridget slid back down to mount his cock, leading to a marathon of energetic fucking that left them sweaty and exhausted.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Sean asked, snapping out of his daydream to realize that he’d missed most of the conversation.

“Only that your mother is clearly your favorite parent, and what she’s going through has to affect you. A public scandal accompanying the divorce has an impact on the children. Trust me. I know this from personal experience,” McKenzie said, patting his arm. “Now, you should still have time to catch the second half of that game, if you want.”

“Oh, right. I believe my aunt is picking me up for lunch,” Sean responded, letting Woofles follow her first, which gave him another spectacular view of that curvy ass. “Thanks for making time for me, Dr. Beal, and for helping my mom.”

“Don’t be. I feel for Bridget. That coverage and gossip have been awful. For her sake, I hope that part about Harvey Diamond is at least real,” the brunette said, whipping her head around to catch Sean’s low gaze. Waiting until he hurriedly raised his attention, she winked. “I also realize that you’re a popular young man. If Saturdays prove too difficult for your packed social calendar, we can always look at a late weekday afternoon. I’d be happy to squeeze you in anywhere, anytime.”

“Oh, thanks. I think next Saturday should be fine, Dr. Beal.”

“Silly Sean. I told you to call me McKenzie or Kenzie. I guess Ms. or Mrs. Beal is fine if you’re into that sort of thing, but Dr. is unnecessary. And it might be awkward now that you’ve become a bigger part of my daughters’ lives. We can have a professional and nonprofessional relationship at the same time,” McKenzie said, grabbing his coat. Handing it over, she gave him a friendly, concerned peck to the cheek that wouldn’t be called professional. “Just don’t call me mommy. Kizzy might not be able to handle it.”

“Hahaha, right,” Sean fake-laughed. I doubt she knows Kizzy already calls Mom "Mommy Bee".

“Relax. That wasn’t so bad. I don’t bite. Now, I see your aunt is here. Enjoy the rest of your weekend,” the brunette said, half-hugging him before pointing down. “You’d better say goodbye to him, too, or he’ll never forgive you.”

Laughing, Sean bent over to pet and say goodbye to Woofles. He promised to bring a treat next time for the much larger, fatter version of Watson. While pleased that his session hadn't seemed to have gone that badly, at least as far as he could recall, Sean headed toward Fawn's car with some trepidation about his future appointments. The Beal girls' mother had a way of getting people to open up about their secrets, which worried him. Is she worse or better than a total stranger? Sean thought, opening the rear passenger door before sliding into the backseat.

“Are you certified as an official psycho?”

“Brandy!” Fawn squealed, slapping her best friend from the driver’s seat.

“Come on, Seanie knows that I’m joking,” Brandy shot back. “He and I are the most sane members of your family.”

“Maybe Sean. You need to see a psychologist to work out all your issues with,” Fawn declared.

“Hey, I’m not some wacko that needs to tell my problems to a stranger for help. I have you for that," Brandy announced, glancing back to grin at her nephew.

“Sean, people who need to see a therapist, like yourself, are not wackos or nutjobs. Don’t listen to your aunt, who has never grown up,” the school librarian said.

“Please. Don’t defend people with issues in general. We all know you mean Wrenn. She’s been seeing a shrink for years,” Brandy remarked, waving her hand. “Now, are you going to drive?”

“Shush and wait,” Fawn directed. “How do you know about Wrenn’s doctor? Have you been rifling through her things again?”

“I didn’t know until you just confirmed it, but it’s not a shocking revelation. That girl is a walking neurotic. Hell, even Seanie could tell you that.”

“Quiet!” the bespectacled blonde hissed before turning again to check on the teen. “How did your session go? Not too scary, right?”

“I don’t think so. I guess I’m still tired and got distracted,” Sean said, ignoring his aunt's initial reaction to the scary remark.

“You need to step up your game, kid. A threesome shouldn’t wear you down at your age,” Brandy critiqued.

“Silence!” Fawn hissed. “Ignore her. Nothing made you uncomfortable during the conversation, did it?”

“Oh, I see! You have some deep-seated dream of being a therapist, don’t you?” Brandy challenged her BFF.

“As you’ve wisely pointed out, I already am one for you. Not to mention countless students at school. Now shut your trap, bitch. I’m asking your poor nephew about his morning,” Fawn ordered.

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem that bad. McKen–I mean, Mrs. Beal felt easy to talk to. Maybe too easy. I can see how she’s good at getting people to open up about what’s bothering them and their secrets,” Sean relayed.

“Lucky for you, you’re like the one kid who doesn’t have any secrets. Your new stud life is an open secret around town,” Brandy chuckled before Fawn jabbed her shoulder.

“That’s not funny. Being the talk of school can be difficult, as you, of all people, should know,” Fawn pointed out, ignoring the comment about never caring what people knew. “I’m sure that Sean doesn’t want every detail of his life out there.”

“Fine! Hey, kid, are you banging anyone’s girlfriend? Screwing some asshole’s fiancée? Or slipping it to one of your friend’s mothers?” Brandy rattled off while reaching over to change stations. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

Fawn, who’d been looking at Sean during the half-hearted interrogation, had other thoughts based on the teen’s facial reactions. Not bringing it up now in front of Brandy, she made a mental note about inquiring over the subject that seemed to concern her surrogate nephew. Instead, after a long, concerned look at Sean, Fawn slapped her friend’s hand away from the radio.

“Would you stop that?”

“I’m trying to find a station that won’t embarrass you as old in front of the kid,” Brandy revealed.

“Spoiler alert: We’re the same age!”

Sitting back against the seat, Sean smiled while watching the two lifelong friends bicker. They often reminded him of his limited memories of his mother, Tinsley, and Cassandra. Maybe also a bit like Peyton and Lana, but Fawn was more laid-back than his sister.

Giving their outfits a once-over, Sean noted that his slim, leggy, athletic aunt wore a cream-colored sweater and painted-on jeans. A fairly typical selection for Brandy, while Fawn had an outfit that slightly harkened back to McKenzie’s. The short, slim, and bookish dirty blonde wore a black sweater over a white blouse, and a flowing red, black, and white plaid skirt.

Mostly gazing out the side window at the cold, bleak, snow-covered city, the teen lost himself in memories of his volleyball threesome last night with Claudia and Brennah. Erica didn’t really count, did she? Her blowjob mostly happened while I slept and the others were showering together. Damn, I shouldn’t have missed that. Not with how familiar Claudia and Brennah appeared with each other’s bodies. Is that normal for the volleyball squad? Did Pey…Nope, not going there.

Aware of the purpose of their trip and the contents of his stomach, Sean mentioned that he wasn’t very hungry right now.

“Just pick wherever you want to go,” he finished.

“Not at all. Today is your choice. You can always bring leftovers with you,” Fawn replied.

“He’s going to Harvey’s place later. Frida will stuff him like a pig,” Brandy pointed out dismissively.

“You can always bring it back to his house for tomorrow. Boys his age are always hungry.”

“Yeah, for more than just food,” Brandy quipped, causing her BFF to sigh in exasperation. “Shit, you should have an appetite after your reported night, buster.”

“Grandma did make a big breakfast,” Sean pointed out, hoping to skip another interrogation about his post-party fun, this time with Fawn present.

“Don’t worry, You’ll be hungry for plenty of things after we finish our stop before eating,” Brandy hinted.

“Dee, we agreed to do that after dropping Sean off.”

“And I told you that I have a plan. One that came directly from my sister, might I add,” the golden blonde reminded. “What’s the problem? We’re already headed in that direction?”

“Uh, do I want to know where we’re going?” Sean asked hesitantly from the backseat.

“We’re not going there,” Fawn replied.

“Yes, we are!” Brandy argued before turning to address her nephew. “Fawnie has a hot date tonight.”

“You do?” Sean responded.

“No, I don’t.”

“Bullshit! She has one, but is keeping the mystery man’s identity a secret. Which pisses me the fuck off,” Brandy proclaimed. Ignoring the dirty blonde’s continued denials, she added, “So, why else do you want to get new lingerie for tonight?”

“That’s not what I’m buying, and you know it,” Fawn snapped before glancing over her shoulder as they stopped at a red light. “I just need a new pair of stockings.”

“Along with a garter belt and come-fuck-me heels. The only real question is if you’re gonna buy a bralette, corset, or bustier to wear for this secret stud?” Brandy questioned, opening the glovebox in front of her.

“I told you that–-Hey!” Fawn screamed, suddenly blinded in her left eye by a bright light.

In the backseat, Sean didn’t know whether to laugh, hide, or assist Fawn as his wild aunt shined a flashlight into her best friend’s eyes.

“Who is he? Have you fucked him yet? Sucked him off? Is he hot enough and open to a threesome?” Brandy rattled off.

“I’m trying to drive here!”

“It’s a red light.”

“Actually, it just turned green,” Sean announced.

“Really fucking safe, bitch!” Fawn yelled, squinting with one eye to drive while Brandy flipped off the driver behind them who honked a horn.

“So, where are you going on your date?” Sean inquired, seeking to calm down the argument.

“It’s not a date!” Fawn snapped. Quickly, she apologized to the bystander who caught the stray meant for the other passenger. “It’s a fundraiser at the public museum.”

“Yeah, right. Who goes to a boring ass fundraiser?” Brandy challenged.

“I do!”

“Please, there is no way that a man isn’t involved. I know you enough to doubt that you’re going by yourself. Is he taking you, or is it someone you’re stalking?” Brandy questioned.

“I’m not the stalker in this car,” Fawn shot back.

“Whoa! My nephew did not stalk Ramsey. I don’t care what people say.”

“I wasn’t referring to him.”

“Do people really think that about me?” Sean asked.

“No!”

"Kinda,” Brandy admitted. “Don’t worry. If you just avoid her for the rest of the semester, it should fade away.”

Watching the teen through the rearview mirror, Fawn noticed his reaction, leading her to elbow her BFF with a side-look.

“Aw, shit! What did you do? I swear, you better have not written a love letter to that little bitch. Fawnie tried that back in—”

“You swore to never mention that again!” Fawn yelled, taking advantage of another red light to slap Brandy’s side.

“I didn’t ask Ramsey out again. I swear! I’m only going to help her with the Nosy Nectar investigation,” Sean disclosed.

Up front, the two best friends shared a concerned look. Sighing, Fawn sought to find a tactful way to warn him to stay away from helping his old crush. Brandy didn’t bother.

“Are you insane? I’m going with you to your next appointment to tell your shrink to focus on keeping you away from that little selfish heartbreaker. John, my ass. I knew I should’ve popped her on New Year’s Day when she got a smart mouth on us,” Brandy raged.

“Don't talk about Ramsey that way. She’s not the one to blame; I am,” Sean insisted, defending the strawberry blonde.

“No, fucking way! I’m going to sic those Babybees on–”

“Sean, listen to me. You’re not the one to blame,” Fawn stated, interrupting his protective aunt. “Whatever her feelings for you or lack of them, Ramsey should’ve known your name. It’s wonderful that you’re choosing not to hold a grudge, but–”

“It’s wrong. You need to hate that bitch for life!” Brandy declared.

“Shush! I’ll handle this,” Fawn said. “Look, I admire your ability to forgive, if that’s what it is. However, it would be a terrible idea to use that girl’s obsession as a way to win her affection.”

“Okay. I’ll allow it, if this is a devious plan to hate-fuck her. Now, that sounds like Bee, and I’m all for it,” Brandy proclaimed before Fawn hit her again.

“No, you will not seek revenge that way. Listen, you don’t want to get involved in this investigation. We’ve been around long enough to know how this always ends for The Buzzy Bee reporters that get obsessed with fingering Miss Nosy and breaking the big scoop.”

“They go loco. I take back what I asked about being psycho. Don’t use that as an excuse to get crazier,” Brandy warned.

“We witnessed Debbie Bugle and Brad Kord tear their hair out while beating the bushes to expose Miss Nosy. It got bad enough that Meghan Mizuno didn’t bother for her one year in charge. Davy and Sebastian focused on bigger problems while serving as editors-in-chief. But every few years, an ambitious editor or reporter thinks they are the chosen one. Unfortunately, Daisy sensed that Ramsey would be the next one,” Fawn relayed, sighing. “Trust me, The Buzzy Bee is on the verge of chaos right now. Topaz is no longer in charge, and Marissa, while she means well, is not up to keeping Ramsey from losing control.”

“Why stop her? Let the little stuck-up bitch lose control and humiliate herself. That can be her comeuppance for breaking my nephew’s heart.”

“Please stop, Aunt Brandy. I don’t hate Rammy for not knowing my name. I’m not thrilled about it, but if it hadn’t happened, then I wouldn’t have been in the right spot to see Whitney go over the cliff,” Sean explained. “Saving her life matters more than dating my crush.”

Fawn shot Brandy a proud look over his priorities.

“And I didn’t offer to help Ramsey to get close to her. That ship has sailed. I’m doing it for Lacey and Whitney. Rammy is driving them nuts. Probably not as badly as Daisy, but they’ve had it. Lace wants me to help dig around a bit before convincing her friend to let it go,” Sean revealed. “It’s only a temporary thing. A couple of weeks, tops.”

“That’s super nice of you to do for Lacey…and Whitney,” Fawn complimented, already putting the gears into motion for matchmaking. While she’d love for Sean to date Daisy if she became available, Lacy would be an excellent second choice.

“I still don’t like it. I know you, buddy. You love mysteries too much. What’s to stop you from deciding this is your moment to be like Dad?” Brandy challenged.

“Oh, I’m sure Sean knows better,” Fawn defended, not realizing that Brandy knew her nephew better than most. “Well, we’re here. I don’t know about this. I really shouldn’t be seen inside a lingerie store with a student.”

“You? Shit, he’s my nephew. Bridget doesn’t need any taboo talk about her family. Besides, it’s a bridal shop as well. We can tell people that you’re about to get engaged, if they ask.”

Assuming that they’d be heading to the mall on the west side, Sean had been surprised at the early stop. Now, glancing up at the building across the street, he blinked in confusion. Fawn had driven to Ladybug Elegance, the premier bridal and lingerie shop in Honey Hollow. It’s a place he’d never been inside, but knew that Bridget frequently visited for her undergarments.

“You know, I’ll just wait in the car until you finish,” Sean said when the two women opened the front door.

“Don’t even think of being a pussy,” Brandy warned, popping her head back inside the front before walking over to open his door. “While we’re primarily here to get Fawn some pipe laid into her tonight–”

“No, we’re not!”

“—also here based on an idea that Bridget had. You should never tell your mother no, Seanie,” Brandy declared, doing a good enough job at mimicking her older sister’s voice that it caused a tremor in his traitorous cock. Bridget often said those same words in the bedroom over the past month.

“Why does my mom want me to shop here?” Sean asked, since it couldn’t be for the obvious reasons.

“Old-school Bedsheets seems to have come out to play again,” Brandy teased.

“Dee, you know that’s not it.”

“Quiet, Fawnie. Perhaps my depraved sister has been influenced by Tinsley Day's Lusty, Lurid Tales. Or she’s planning to live vicariously through her son,” Brandy speculated. “For whatever reason, Bridget thought it would be a delicious gesture–”

“A nice gesture,” the librarian corrected.

“If you bought an outfit for Whitney.”

“Really? That does sound like Mom. But isn’t this place expensive? It’s not like I have a job,” Sean worried.

“That puts you equal with your aunt.”

“Rude and wrong, Miss Graff. I do have a job, and plan to pay for lunch,” Brandy shot back.

“You do?” Sean questioned, glancing at Fawn for confirmation before shifting his gaze to the lingerie shop with a raised eyebrow. The expression caused the dirty blonde to roar with laughter.

“It’s not at the Beehive, you little shit,” Brandy said, dismissing the idea about the local strip club. “Although I should check…no, they don’t get along with each other. So, I doubt the two sides would work on this…”

“Neither of us said it; you assumed that was our guess,” Fawn pointed out, still laughing as they hurriedly crossed the busy street.

“Don’t worry. Your mother is paying for the outfit. So spend as freely as you’d like,” the golden blonde suggested.

“I doubt that’s what your sister meant. Hold on, you’d better not be planning to add an item onto the bill for you, are you?” Fawn questioned.

“Of course not,” her bestie responded in a less-than-convincing manner. “But Bee did say something about a payment for dog-sitting this weekend.”

“Is this really a good idea?” Sean asked as Fawn opened the door, causing a bell above it to tinkle.

“As long as we don’t run into anyone, and it doesn’t end up on Nosy Nectar, Fawn won’t get in trouble at work,” Brandy guessed, causing her friend to turn around with a dirty look.

“Ah, Miss Graff! How wonderful to see you,” a slightly accented voice greeted loudly.

“Okay, one strike,” Brandy muttered.

“Good morning, or should I say good afternoon, Vittoria,” Fawn greeted, causing Brandy to roll her eyes at the awful joke about the time.

Vittoria Hollister, the owner of Ladybug Elegance, had mid-length, strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a firm ass. A delightful, free-spirited woman, she still surprised Sean as Sadie and Sidney’s mother. The former had been the bitchy leader of the Bumble Girls two years ago; she’d reportedly mellowed in college, actually getting along with former rivals Priscilla and Merritt. Peyton had even told him that Sadie seemed pleasant these days but could revert to her old self when she complained about Olena as her successor.

“What’s up, Vittoria?” Brandy greeted, having dealt with her husband, Slade, Fiona Wynwick’s right-hand man at the foundation. “My nephew wants to buy a gift for the girl whose life he saved. Something spicy for when she rewards him yet again for risking his life. Bridget said to put it on her tab.”

“Oh, my! This is Bridget’s son? The hero of Wasp Lake?” Vittoria said, holding up a finger to a woman in her twenties before dashing over to smother Sean with a hug. “A knight in shining armor coming in to purchase an outfit worthy of the damsel in distress he rescued? I can’t believe it. This is a first for us at Ladybug Elegance. What a delightful treat for our Saturday!”

“I think the kid is the one getting a treat tonight,” Brandy muttered, earning a glare from her BFF.

“I will be back soon. I have a bride-to-be who needs the perfect wedding-night selection. I’ll be back,” Vittoria declared, hurrying back over to the twentysomething.

"You're buying lingerie for Diamond with Miss Graff?" a familiar, yet unwelcome voice questioned over Sean's shoulder.

Turning around, he found a short, athletic classmate with pale skin, shoulder-length, slightly curled blonde hair, gray eyes, large breasts, and a toned ass. The star of last night’s halftime show, Yelena Mishkova, cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at Sean, and at Fawn over his shoulder.

“Actually, he’s buying lingerie with me for Whitney. Fawn is just tagging along,” Brandy clarified.

“Who are you?” the arrogant ex-gymnast challenged.

“Dear, that’s Brandy Fallon, Sean’s youngest aunt,” an older copycat of Yelena disclosed, joining her daughter with two bags of purchased items. “Hello, Miss Graff.”

“Zoya,” the librarian nodded. “I’m merely along to get stockings for tonight’s fundraiser. Will you be attending?”

“Unfortunately not. My husband is out of town for business yet again. Do have a pleasant time,” Zoya said, motioning for her daughter to follow her out of the shop.

“Geez, what am I, chopped liver around here?” Brandy complained, evaluating reactions to her versus Fawn. “And we’ll only count that as strike two.”

“You can't even afford chopped liver.”

“I do have a job!” Brandy shouted, suddenly a bit embarrassed at the looks it garnered. “One that I won’t waste on donations.”

“If you want a client, there is always Zoya’s husband. Clearly, with him out of town, she’s planning to cheat as always,” Fawn pointed out.

“Really?”

“Yelena is kinda the same way,” Sean mentioned.

“You stay away from that one,” Fawn warned.

“Actually, I think she’s on Mom’s list for my training or whatever she’s calling it with Whitney.”

Sensing a blowup from Fawn, Brandy grabbed the first thing off the rack nearest her.

“What about this for the Diamond daughter?”

Immediately, Sean’s mind rocketed back in time to when Bridget wore a similar piece of lingerie the night Peyton went to Arbor Corners for a short visit. A black rose-lace babydoll with a tied bow in front, between her cleavage; it also featured a satin sash to close off the back, giving off the vibe of an apron, specifically a maid’s apron.

Sean had just finished dinner when his mother returned to the kitchen, having changed into her favorite slinky black robe. Leaning against the kitchen island, she’d asked what he wanted to do with the house empty. Dropping the robe, his seductive mother had sashayed over to the family room before leaning over the sofa’s arm with a questioning gaze.

“Should I clean your room, do your laundry, or clean your wand, Monsieur?”

Despite the walking boot on his foot, Sean had lined himself up behind probably faster than he’d have done before his injury. Bridget’s French maid act had accomplished her goal, creating a mess everywhere that would need to be cleaned up the next morning in yet another maid costume.

“Too much?” Brandy asked, snapping him back to the present.

“More like unlikely for the girl who has her own servants,” Fawn pointed out.

“Fair point. Hmm, what about this?” Brandy asked, causing Sean to groan inwardly at the item she picked up from three racks over.

For the second straight selection, his aunt had picked another outfit that her sister showed off for her son before dropping it to the floor for a wild bout of sex. This time, she's picked up a chiffon-and-lace flyaway cami set. Although Brandy grabbed the pink version, Sean's MILFy seductress had been waiting at the front door in a baby blue one for her baby boy.

Also with a tie in front, but at the lower edge of the plunging neckline of the ruffled top, he clearly remembered the fluffer skirt bottom. Bridget had enticed him into spanking her repeatedly underneath with her filthy talk about his day, the women he’d seen at school, and what mothers and sons did that they shouldn’t be doing.

“I don’t know, is pink right for Whitney?” Fawn questioned.

“Another great point. While a spoiled princess, she doesn’t strike me as the princess color type. That girl is all about power and seduction. Hmm, let’s see. Ooh! Found one for your hot date, Fawnie. Here, try this on and get Seanie’s opinion,” Brandy announced, tossing a lace, rose-colored garter belt at her friend’s face. A pair of nude stockings followed next through the air.

“I’m not trying on an outfit for Sean. He’s a student and practically a nephew to me.”

“Well, somebody needs to model outfits so he can choose the proper one for his grateful lover,” Brandy shot back, immediately continuing before Fawn could finish her reply. “I can’t. This body would ruin the poor guy for every other woman that comes after. I’m like the good Medusa.”

“No, you’re definitely evil Medusa,” Fawn quipped, earning barely a nod from the teen. “I won’t work either. Whitney has certain assets that neither of us do. I hope you know her measurements, young man.”

“I…I think I do.”

“You’d better. Your mother will be ashamed if we need to use what she sent me on my phone,” Brandy revealed.

“Bee didn’t trust you with a piece of paper, huh?”

"Shut it, bookslut. Go find your precious stockings while–Oh! Me likely!" Brandy squealed, running across the shop to what she spotted near the changing rooms. Grabbing the two-piece selection, she held it up for them to see. "What did you think, Sean? You can play Tarzan and Whitney can play a version of Jane or Sheena, the Jungle Girl."

Fawn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Brandy acting as if it were Christmas morning, or Sean moving to cover his groin with the excitement he felt.

“That looks like a winner, Fawnie. Now we…hey, these sizes don’t work. We need standard ones to match Whitney," Brandy complained. “What kind of an operation is this place?”

“Why don’t you ask someone to try it…No, forget I said that!” Fawn corrected herself, muttering stupid at the end.

“Sean? Ohmigawd! It is you. Is Whitney with you? I thought I heard her name?”

Turning from the leopard-print bra and panties set that his aunt held. Sean shifted his gaze slightly toward the entrance to the fitting rooms, where a young dark-brown-haired woman walked out, holding several mesmerizing pieces of lingerie. But the one that caught his attention was what appeared to be bridal lingerie with a matching veil.

“Hey, I know you!” Brandy exclaimed, sizing up the young woman with long, wavy dark-brown hair, light-brown eyes, large breasts, and a curvy, bubble butt. “From New Year's, but didn’t you have blonde highlights?”

“I got rid of them for a modeling shoot,” Skye Willows revealed, hurrying over to wrap Sean in a big, firm hug.

“That’s right. You’re a model!” Brandy explained, causing Fawn to grimace as a light bulb clearly went on in her BFF’s head.