The Invention

Young inventor, John, accidentally makes an invisible wave that destroys clothing. Why clothing? And how? He doesn't know. For some reason it just targets materials people normally wear, while wearing them.

After some testing he is able to focus it into a ray. And then after getting into a rut not knowing how to further his study into the uses of this new invention he spots his neighbor gardening.

The ever famous neighborhood MILF Mrs.White who despite her age and being a mother of three still has a killer body. Who our lucky young inventor sees squatting near some plants, nearly bursting out of her pants he gets to see some of her heavenly ass peeking out.

Being the young guy he is, he wishes to see more. Where he happens to look over to his new favorite invention. He tries to shake the idea, but continuing to be tortured with his own imagination he finally jerry rigs a scope, aims and fires.

Immediately feeling guilt he looks away expecting a startled scream. When nothing happens instead he looks over to see Mrs.White continuing to happily manage her garden with her dumptruck ass wiggling in his direction. He quickly checks the invention to see if something went wrong, which kind of confused him. He'd just spent all day testing it and it had worked perfectly. When he couldn't find anything wrong he looked back to his 'test subject' both disappointed and relieved at the failure. When suddenly -POP!- the back of her pants flew open. Showing off her white lacy panties with her large round cheeks spilling out and swallowing the fabric between them. She immediately jumped up from the rush of cool air and tried to cover her back side. Trying to quickly look around, to see if anyone saw, she was interrupted by the metal button and the zipper on the front of her jeans just fell off, along with any other metal pieces. She didn't see but John did and it seemed like they phased off of the pants similar to the slow motion replays of the test he'd done earlier. He was so distracted by Mrs.White's pants slipping down her beautiful tan legs and the way her underwear clung to her crotch he almost didn't realize why this happened the way it did. In all his tests he didn't think about distance.

He continued to watch as Mrs. White decided to cut her losses and run inside to cover, while her pants continued to turn to dust. Her butt mesmerizingly bounced as she jogged to the patio, especially going up the three small steps. Then it wiggled delightfully as she fiddled with her finicky sliding back door. She finally opened it but mistakenly smushed her large butt flat against the clear door, taking a second to catch her breath and feeling like she was again safely in cover. Giving John a very charming view, until she finally pressed off to probably get a replacement for her lost pants.

Even with the direct 'distraction' gone it took another good minute for John to clear his thoughts. Then come back to his conclusion from his impromptu test. Apparently the distance had diluted the waves to a point where it both slowed the process down and made it where only one item was broken down.

If he wanted to get the same results he had earlier in the day at the distance from a minute ago John hypothesized that he'd need to up the **** of the waves. With this stroke of inspiration he quickly worked it out, thinking he made the necessary adjustments he found himself wondering how he would test this.

When suddenly he heard the familiar opening of a certain sliding door. His now favorite test subject had returned, now wearing a pair of sweatpants. Which although not as revealing as what he last saw her in, still showed off her glorious bubble butt. Looking slightly nervous but also curious she tiptoed over her patio and down the steps, letting John see a fun bounce from her front upper half this time. He both wondered if she wasn't wearing a bra and what she was doing back out. She seemed to be scanning the yard looking for something.

"Where'd they go?" He thought he saw her mouth.

"Is she looking for her pants?" He wondered.

He quickly grabbed another device of his while putting on headphones, after pointing a microphone looking at her he could hear what she was saying.

"-ang it! Those were my favorite jeans. One of the last few pieces of clothing Ryan got for me before... hah" she sighed sadly.

Suddenly John felt really guilty, he never thought a random clothing item he wanted to... test his invention on would be so important to Mrs. White. Being from her late husband just multiplied that fourfold.

"Plus all the looks they got me! Especially from all those young guys, undressing me with their eyes. I'm sure Ryan would be rolling in his grave if he knew how many eyes were glued to my ass because of the pants he gave me for "his eyes only," good riddance. Now I'll just miss taunting him from outside the grave knowing that the fine ass he tried to reserve and dress up for himself is seen by anyone who wants to see. Hehe." She laughed.

With a wry smile John suddenly didn't feel so bad.

"Well I still have these sweatpants which probably show off just as much without the tightness and the possibility to blow up that luckily no one saw. Though now that I think about it, it would've been kinda fun if one or two people saw it. Just another thing Ryan tried to reserve that others would get to see. Though these are things a lady should reserve for who they want to show."

Immediately feeling his regret wash away he took aim and shot again.