Dress for Success

"Put on some lingerie and come to my room," Erica's son William had told her, "but make sure that Morgan doesn't see you."

"Okay, honey," Erica had replied with a smile, "I'll be right there."

Normally on a Saturday, Erica would be able to relax. On days like that day, however, where she had to go to the office, she would have had to dressed professionally. The grey pant suit that she was wearing was the perfect example. It was stylish, fit perfectly in all the right places, but also made Erica look professional, put together. There was very little chance that Erica would have run into a client at the office, but she had certainly expected to see her coworkers. Even if she hadn't, one of her work mottos had always been "Dress for Success!"

Even though she liked her suit, it was one of her favourites, it felt great to slip out of it. Getting home as late as she had, Erica hadn't had the chance to change before dinner. She smiled thinking of how nice getting into some lingerie for the evening would feel, letting her body breathe for the rest of the night. Slip into something more comfortable, that was the expression, wasn't it? She couldn't wait.

Briefly, as she ran her fingers through her lingerie drawer, Erica wondered what William could want with her in his bedroom. She really hoped that he wanted to connect, to bond. He'd never asked her to meet him there wearing lingerie before. But, she reflected, it wasn't as if it was an odd request. It wasn't as if there were any other men in the house. If Erica hadn't bought the lingerie for William to look at, why else had she bought it?

Not that she had a large volume of lingerie to choose from. Most of it Erica hadn't worn in years. Sure, her every day underwear technically was lingerie, but that didn't count. She knew what William had meant. After assessing sizes, she was confident that she had a black teddie that would still fit, but it was the pink babydoll with matching g-string panties that she chose. Back when Erica still thought she'd end up with a man, she had always imagined that as her sexiest outfit. It would be perfect for whatever William wanted to see her for.

As she allowed the babydoll to slide down over her head and onto her naked body, the cool fabric making her nipples engorge, she marveled at how great she felt. It was just such a great day! She watched her reflection in her dresser-mounted mirror as she bent and slipped into her panties, fully dressing herself for her bonding session with her son. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her breasts were large, but still pert. Erica didn't live in fear of growing old, but she knew that it would come one day, and it would hit her hard. She'd seen her older sisters, the ones who weren't lucky enough to marry into families with plastic surgery budgets, start to grey, start to sag, start to fade. But that day, that great day, Erica still had it. She fluffed up her boobs in the mirror, then turned and poked her head out the bedroom door.

Silent, she listened for evidence of her daughter. She couldn't, of course, let Morgan see her. That would be indecent! Erica couldn't imagine a world where it would be appropriate in any way, shape, or form, for a mother to let her daughter see her dressed as scantily as she was just then. If Morgan were to see her, Erica would be mortified. She might not ever forgive herself for such a great failure of parentage!

Downstairs, Erica heard a floorboard creek. Good. The coast was clear! Quickly Erica padded down the hallway and into William's bedroom, closing the door behind her. He had been waiting for her, laying on his bed, reading a comic book. Erica watched as her son put down the comic and allowed his eyes to wander up and down her body. A smile once again formed on her lips. Her son appreciated her lingerie! Her hope that they would bond that night was going to happen!

Of course it was, she checked herself. She had, after all, dressed for success!