For four weeks Kristy had gone bra-less only wearing a tank top with either sweats or pajama bottoms. Since most people agree it’s considered bad taste to go to the office bra-less in just your PJ’s, she was going through all of her clothes trying to find something she could get into one handed that hopefully would cover her now hairy legs.
A few weeks ago her sister Cindy talked her into going rollerblading with her. When Kristy told her she hadn’t skated in years and didn’t want to break her neck, Cindy just laughed and said it was like riding a bike. Well they were both wrong, 1) rollerblading is nothing like riding a bike and 2) Kristy didn’t break her neck, she broke her arm. So here she sat with a cast from from her bicep to her hand, her right arm bent 90 degrees at the elbow and her thumb completely immobilized.
It was tough but not unbearable. Her car had an automatic transmission so she could drive, with some extra effort (like reaching the ignition with her left hand). She could cook canned and frozen meals (a good excuse for take out and delivery) and while she couldn’t hold a pen to write, she could hunt and peck left handed on her laptop. Her two bigger problems were getting dressed and shaving. Kristy liked to keep her legs shaved and her mons trimmed. She usually wore dresses and almost always with thong panties.
Because Kristy broke her dominant arm, the first time she tried to shave left handed it looked like someone threw a wet cat on her lap. She had nicks and cuts all over her legs. She tried wearing pants, so she wouldn’t have to shave. But she found that her slacks had the zipper on the right hand side and there was no way she could fasten her button fly jeans. So she’d been walking around with hairy legs and several weeks of overgrown pubic hair trying to escape her panties.
But Kristy’s biggest problem was keeping her overactive libido calm with just her left hand. She always pleasured herself with two hands, her left hand working her trusty G-Spot vibrator and the fingers of her right hand working her clit. She found that left handed self-pleasure led to more frustration than relief.
She called Cindy, mostly to complain about the mess her sister’s idea had gotten her into, but also to see if she had any ideas on how she could shave her legs and underarms. Cindy said “My advice would be to find someone you have an emotional tie with, maybe even someone you’ve fantasized about taking to bed. Then explain to him that you can’t shave and need help with your legs.” She snickered and continued, “You never know, he might even offer to shave your pussy for you.” “If he doesn’t, you can ask him to rub some lotion on your freshly shaved legs.” She paused and then asked, “Have you ever had a horny guy rub lotion on your legs that didn’t try to get into your panties?” “Just tell him that you don’t want to go any further until your pussy gets shaved.” She giggled and said “Then ask him if he’d like to volunteer”
After she hung up Kristy sat and thought about Cindy’s idea. It had merit, the problem was the only person that checked all of the boxes was her 19 year old son, John. Emotionally he was closer to her than any man including her late husband Bill. Kristy laughed and mumbled to herself, “and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about fucking him.”
He’d been a shy, tall and slender teen and she was pretty sure he’d been a virgin when he went off to college. But every time he came home from college his body was more bulked up and his increased confidence was more evident. Everywhere he went girls were all over him, they were either quietly checking him out or openly flirting with him.
She also noticed every time he came home from school her panties would disappear from the dirty clothes hamper. When he was younger he would sneak off with her soiled panties and she was pretty sure he was breathing her scent as he jerked off. Kristy originally thought he just wanted to know what pussy smelled like, but if he was getting laid as much as it seemed, maybe he was really just interested in how her pussy smelled.
She wondered, did that mean he was interested in her sexually as well? The possibility of that really turned her on, just thinking of him beating off while breathing her scent as he fantasized about eating her out and fucking her drove Kristy to the brink of climax.
It quickly became obvious to Kristy that she should be less concerned that he wouldn’t want to shave her and more concerned that he would. Because she was pretty sure if he started shaving her it wouldn’t be long before they’d become lovers. Another concern was that she and her sister were close and Cindy knew John was the only person in the world who met the criteria she had laid out for Kristy. Plus when John first started taking Kristy’s soiled panties she’d confided in Cindy about his obsession/fetish.
Was her sister telling Kristy she should ask her son to shave her most intimate parts, with the likely outcome of them developing an incestuous relationship? Kristy felt sure she was, but even though she was leaning toward that eventuality she had to remind herself that just like rollerblading, not all of her sister’s ideas were good ones.
John texted Kristy to say he’d be home for dinner. She texted back and asked if he had any plans for tonight, to which he replied no. Kristy opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass. She needed to relax and a glass or two would help to loosen her inhibitions enough for her to ask him to shave her legs.
Kristy ordered pizza, John’s favorite meal. No cooking or dishes and it goes great with beer or wine. They enjoyed their pizza with a glass of red wine. After they cleared the table Kristy sat on the couch and said, “John can we sit and talk for a moment?” As soon as he sat down she threw a leg onto his lap. Kristy pulled her pant leg up and asked him to feel her leg.
He did as she asked, but slowly like her leg might bite him. With a shocked look on his face he said “Mom, I’ve never seen your legs so hairy. When’s the last time you shaved?”
“Over 4 weeks ago, before I broke my arm. I tried shaving left handed but it didn’t go very well.” She let out a long breath and went on “I’ve been wearing PJ’s or sweats every day because I’ve been working from home, but I have to wear a skirt and a blouse next week.”
“Why can’t you just keep wearing your sweats?”
“Because next week I have to go back into the office. I can’t wear PJ’s to work and the only work outfits I can manage to get dressed in by myself are skirts and blouses.” She pantomimed slipping the sleeve over her broken arm and said “I have to put my right arm into the sleeve and then put the other arm in. Then I have to button, snap or zip everything one handed.” She continued acting out spinning a skirt around her, so she could close the fastener and explained “I can spin a skirt around my waist, but I can’t spin pants. So I have to wear a skirt and as you can see I really need to shave.” She took a deep breath and continued “I know this is a big ask, but I need help shaving my legs and underarms.” “Do you think you could help me out?”
“I’d be happy to help, but how do you propose we do this?”
Kristy smiled and said “I can sit on the edge of the bathtub facing in and you can kneel in the tub so you can maneuver my legs to get every thing shaved and rinsed.” She looked right into John’s eyes and said “We’ll both be nearly naked, so I need to know if that will be a problem for you?”
John tried to keep a smile from forming on his face, he adopted his most serious look and shook his head. “I’ll be alright, but will you be okay with me touching you all over?”
She felt heat as her face and chest blushed and hoped he thought her reaction was embarrassment and not the excitement of her son’s strong hands running up and down her body. She took another deep breath and in a husky voice said “It’ll be okay.” She knew her panties were soaked and she realized she was licking her lips as she stared at the rather large bulge growing in her son’s pants. Kristy lifted her glass and drank the last of her wine, looked at her son and said. “Let’s finish this bottle of wine and get started before one of us realizes just how bad an idea this is.”
John swirled his glass and downed the last of his wine. He looked at his mom, winked and said “I’m ready, do you want me to run a tub of hot water?”
Kristy smiled and said, “Yes, about half full and add bubbles, it’ll make everything slippery” “You get the bath started and I’ll grab the shave cream and razor from under the sink.” Then she pointed at his glass and said “There’s just enough to top off both of our glasses.”
John held his glass out and Kristy filled his, then hers. She held the bottle up to the light swirled it, then put it to her lips and took the last sip. She swapped the empty bottle for her glass, motioned John to get out of his chair and said, “I’ve got an idea how we can break the ice and make it easier for us to get started.” “We should to ask each other some questions and in turn answer them honestly so we’ll both have a better idea what we’re both thinking.”
John followed behind his mom, trying not to spill his wine, while he stared at her ass. He was trying to see if she had any lines from the thong he was sure she was wearing. They stumbled into the bathroom. John started the hot water while his mom got on her hands and knees looking for the can of shave cream and her razor. John could just see the outline of her thong dissecting her perfect ass cheeks, the thin material of her pajamas was stretched so thin that it was almost transparent. Kristy stood up and caught another glimpse of the large bulge in her son’s pants. She licked her lips again and said, “I’ll start. Have you ever shaved a woman’s legs, underarms or pussy before?”