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Midnight Downloads
by Wendy-J
Wendy-J@KimEM.net
© 1999-2004 Wendy-J All Rights Reserved.
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Part-2
Friday Morning September 4^th

Puzzled, Ernie sat for a moment, wondering just what was going through his mother's head. He was so tired he was having trouble keeping things straight. He got up and started to pour the coffee. After a brief search he took a tray out of a cupboard, placed the two coffee mugs on it, shagged some napkins from the dispenser on the table and proceeded into the den.

The den was a large, comfortable family room in the front of the house off the kitchen. The furniture was neither shabby nor new, but it suited the room. It was arranged in quasi-conversational grouping. Close enough for quiet conversation yet far enough apart to keep it from seeming cramped. Its obvious focus was the only new piece of furniture in the room, a huge entertainment centre. The furniture was overstuffed and contemporary in design. His and hers recliners were opposite the sofa. A loveseat closed the circle. Built-in bookcases lined the room, making it as much a library as a family room. Since his father died seven years ago, no-one seemed to sit in the recliner nearest the TV. That had been "Dad's chair," and it just didn't seem right for anyone else to use it now that he was gone. There was a mild amount of clutter, but not so much as to require anything be moved to set the tray down.

Ernie placed the tray on the oak and glass coffee table and settled into a corner on the sofa. He sipped his coffee thoughtfully while he waited for his mother. Ernie finished his cup of coffee before his mother got back, so he went out to the kitchen and grabbed the pot and the condiments, bringing them out and placing them beside his mother's cooling mug. He had just settled back into the sofa after refilling his mug when his mother, now clad in an outfit he would have expected to see on a Playboy Playmate of the month, walked into the room. She wore a slightly above mid thigh, white linen mini skirt and a powder blue, low cut silk blouse. She had four-inch white D'Orsay pumps on her feet and nude stockings on her legs. She'd done her makeup and her hair in a way that, well... She was positively radiant. She looked fifteen years younger.

After his initial shock at seeing his mother looking so hot, Ernie managed to close his mouth and engage his brain enough to comment on her appearance.

"Wow, Ma!" Ernie breathed, "You look…great!"

"Thank you, Honey," she smiled back at him.

"What gives?" her puzzled son asked. "I mean... What's the... You're not going anywhere like that, err…now, are you?"

"No, Sweetie, I'm not going anywhere. How did you feel when you just saw me?" she asked.

"Umm... Well… confused mostly, but..."

"No, I can understand why you would be confused, but did you feel anything else?" she pressed.

"Well..." Ernie started to reply, but, instead of answering, his face grew beet red.

"What's the matter, Honey? Feeling a little too embarrassed to answer your mother honestly?" she chuckled.

"Nnnnuh... Welllll... yeah," Ernie managed to choke out. His mother would have thought it impossible for his blush to get any deeper, but it did. Ernie looked like he wanted to crawl into the crack between the sofa cushions and stay there.

"That's okay, Honey," she said softly. How about I tell you what I think you felt. You just nod if I'm right and shake your head if I'm not. When I walked in the room your eyes almost fell out of their sockets and your jaw hit the floor. You reacted sexually first and logically second, didn't you?" she waited for an answer from her son. He sat motionless, a pained expression on his face.

"B-b-bu…but you're my Mom!" he blurted.

"Yes. I'm your mother," she smiled, "and your reaction is normal. If you hadn't felt that way, I would have wondered. Your reaction was that of a normal heterosexual male, a shocked one perhaps, but normal. And that is, more-or-less, a normal response to a beautiful woman. I'm flattered," she said.

"Buh-buh-buh...but..." he stammered.

"But nothing. When a woman, or a girl for that matter, wants to catch the eye of a man, she wears something soft, sexy and revealing. In this case, it's very sexy and very revealing. Your response tells me I haven't lost it yet, have I?" she smiled.

Ernie just shook his head as his mother walked toward him.

"I was hoping for a reaction, any reaction actually. But yours made me feel good. You see, Ernie, most women like to feel sexy and desirable," she said as she sat on the sofa beside him. The way you reacted told me I still am. You made me feel sexy and beautiful. Although my clothes did help quite a bit in making me feel that way.

Ernie didn't know what to do. From the moment his mother walked into the room, all he could do was gape and stare. She was gorgeous. He'd never seen her look so good.

His mind was in a whirl as he thought to himself, "Her lips look so full and soft. Her legs..." He groaned aloud. "Gods above, her legs..." his mind refused to let the image go. He shook his head.

"Ernie, get - a - grip!" his mind screamed. "This is your mother!!!"

He was feeling things he only felt looking at the pages of 'Penthouse' and 'Playboy.' When his mother sat down next to him, he couldn't take his eyes off her legs. His head was swam, his pulse hammered in his ears. He gulped and stared as her skirt rode up high enough to expose the tops of her stockings and the suspender tabs that held them there. She crossed her legs sensually and took his hand in hers. He tried to speak, but his mouth just opened and closed, not unlike a fish out of water.

Reaching over to her son, Janice gently lifted his chin upwards, forcing him to look her in the eye.

"I think you need to take a couple of deep breaths and try to relax," she said with a smile. "Yes, I'm your mother, but I'm also a sexual being. I haven't let you see me like this before for this very reason. Men aren't the only humans that react this way to a woman's body, either. Some women do, too. And that doesn't mean they're lesbians. It just means they find this look sexually stimulating. Some may even want their lovers to dress this way once in a while. It gives them the same thrill it gave you. Before he died, your father loved it when I got all dressed up for him. He knew it was just for him. And that's how we kept it," she explained.

Ernie blinked his eyes and swallowed. It looked like he was finally coming out of the shock the sight of his sexy mother had put him in.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Ernie bobbed his head up and down and swallowed again. He reached for his coffee with his free hand and took a gulp of the dark brew. "I... I... Wow!" was all he could manage. His mother laughed heartily.

"Do you want me to go change?" she asked with a smile.

"Nnnno," he gulped. "Hu... Hu..."

"How do I do it?" she asked for her son. Ernie's head bobbed up and down again in response. The look of awe on his face was priceless.

"Trade secret," Janice giggled. "Of course the clothes do help considerably. Why? Do you want to try looking like this?" she asked, a sly smile crossing her face.

"NO!" Ernie exploded, the shock seemingly gone at last. "I wuh-wuh…wa…" he took a deep breath and continued more slowly, "was just curious. I mean, you always look so… so… so proper... annnd like a mom!" he finally blurted.

"Well, honey, just because I'm a mom doesn't mean that I don't like to look pretty, or beautiful, or sexy. With different outfits I can achieve any of those looks. That's why I have different outfits. And perhaps that's part of why those people at that site wrote what they did.

"Why don't you go splash some water on your face and I'll go change into something a bit more…mom-ish," she laughed. "Then we'll talk about it if you like."

Ernie just sat where he was, the blush returning to his face. It was obvious he didn't want to go anywhere in front of his mother just yet.

"This is your Mom," he thought, "your MOTHER!" It wasn't working. "Gods! She's gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. She's YOUR MOM!" His mind was reeling. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. And worse still, he was a touch… "DON'T EVEN GO THERE!" he screamed at himself

Janice released her son's hand and patted him on his thigh. Then she stood and began to cross the room. "I'll leave you to your thoughts," she said aloud.

To herself, she said, "I have got to see what he's been reading. That reaction was just too much to believe."

Aloud again as she neared the doorway, she asked, "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yeah, Ma," he squeaked, and cleared his throat.

"I wish you could learn to say yes once in a while," she said as she left the room.

Sitting motionless, Ernie watched his mother walk out of the room. "Gods, she has a great... WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!?" Rising from his seat, the bulge in his pants became obvious. He walked to the foot of the stairs and listened for the door to his mother's room. As soon as he heard it close he ran up the stairs, pulling at his clothes as he ran.

"A woody!!! My Mom gave me a god damn woody!!!" his mind screamed.

"Oh gods," he moaned.

All he could think of as he ran into his bathroom was, "I gotta get a shower, cold water, yeah! Cold water!" He turned the cold water on full blast. Never in his life had he felt the need for relief as he did now. "COLD WATER!!!" his mind screamed.

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When he came back downstairs Ernie detoured through the den, looking for the remains of the morning's coffee. It wasn't there. "Mom must have gotten it," he thought.

He trembled, thinking back on the events of the morning. The cold shower just didn't do it. "Gods, I'm so ashamed," his mind reeled as he walked into the kitchen in search of some more coffee. He was wiped out. With only a couple of hours sleep the day before and none last night added to what just happened, suffice to say, he was completely wrung out. When he saw his mother at the antique table, he stopped in his tracks. The image of her just a little while ago refused to go away. He felt himself twitch in his pants.

"Good morning Sweetie," she said with a smile. "How was your shower?"

"Fine," he mumbled.

"Come here," she said with a smile. "I promise I won't bite."

Ernie shuffled across the room with his head hanging low and sat beside her.

"Shower didn't help huh?" she asked.

"No," he croaked.

"Oh Honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." She stopped in mid sentence. "Oh my god!" she gasped to herself. "Honey," she began quietly, already knowing the answer to the question she was about to ask, "are you still a virgin?"

Ernie just burst into tears. He couldn't say a word. Nodding his head, he sat there sobbing into his hands.

Janice leaned over gathered her son into her arms and rocked him gently as she had when he was a child. "Oh, Honey, that's nothing to cry about," she said softly. "You should be proud of that."

"Oh gods what have I done," she thought. "He has no place to go for relief and I go and become every teenager's wet dream."

"It's okay Honey," she cooed, "Mommy's here, go ahead and cry."

After the tears finally stopped, Janice spoke to her son in that tiny voice mothers save for their babies.

"All done?"

Ernie, still held close to his mother's bosom, nodded his head almost imperceptibly and hiccoughed.

Gently releasing her son, Janice started to stand. Taking her son's hand, she said, "Come on." She led him into the den and had him lie down on the sofa.

"You just relax here, Honey," she said. "You're staying home today."

She went back into the kitchen and called her office, leaving a message for her secretary saying that she was feeling ill and would not be in. She left detailed instructions about rescheduling her appointments for the next couple of days. Getting another cup of coffee, she went up to Ernie's room. She was bound and determined to find out just what it was her son had been reading.

Two hours later, she came down the stairs shaking her head in amazement, deep in thought.

"That wasn't much of a password," she thought, "but how do I tell him he should use something other than his father's name without him suspecting I've been snooping around in his computer? And that crap! It's interesting to say the least, but it's hardly anything to be upset about."

"It's quite fanciful and generally silly in a sad sort of way. Especially that tripe from 'Janice Dreamer.' But that 'Chilli TNG,'" she shivered involuntarily, "now there's a disturbed soul if ever I saw one. Why that story about that police officer... What was its name? Oh yes, 'Everything Old is New Again.' That person needs help in a bad way!"

"Thank the gods I took those personal computing courses from Wendy over at the Adult Education Centre. But what could have caused Ernie to break down like that? Surely it can't be just the erotic reading and no sleep. There has to be another reason."

She looked in on her son.

"He's still sleeping. Good," she thought. "He needs the rest. Besides, I have some planning to do." She spent the next few hours on the phone in her office.

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While his Mom was making phone calls in her home office, Ernie was lying quietly on the sofa, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Okay, I got off to the image of my mother. Gods! How perverse am I? It's not bad enough to have waking dreams about… No, I will NOT go THERE! Now I have to have visions of my mother, Ms October!"

He groaned aloud, the sound of his voice startled him in the quiet house. He closed his eyes. The vision of his mother walking out of the room ran through his mind yet again. He wished he could stop thinking about her; it was damned unnerving.

"Gods, I am sooo tired," he thought and, within moments, dozed off to fitful slumbers. Erotic dreams of him doing THAT with his mother flooded his addled mind.

…The taste of her lips was delicious, the sensation of the lipstick… Ernie awoke with a start. His mother, sitting in the recliner across from him, was reading a book. She looked over at him, his sudden movement demanding her attention.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," she said in her best 'mommy'-voice.

"Afternoon? What time is it?"

"Oh... 12:30," she said looking at her watch, "how are you feeling?"

"Fine, a little strung out, but I'm okay," he replied sitting up.

"I was a little worried about you for a while there. Do you feel up to talking about it?"

"I don't know," he said. "Things seem kinda mixed up right now."

"Then maybe now is the best time to deal with them," Janice said.

"Yeah, I mean... yes... I guess so,"

His mother smiled warmly, "You did hear me."

"I did more than hear you, Mom. What was that all about anyway?"

"I wanted to show you that not only do some women look sexy, but they like to look sexy. That the sexier they look, the sexier… and better they feel about themselves."

"Well, you looked sexy all right. I'm not sure I'm ready to have my Mom posing as Ms October though."

"Is that what this morning was all about?"

"Sorta," he replied.

"Are you ready to talk about the rest of it?"

"I don't know, Mom," he said. Right now I'm having a pretty hard time thinking about you the way you were looking this morning. What's worse, I'm really feeling guilty about what happened in the shower afterwards."

Jan raised an eyebrow at this. He seemed calm and rational now, not at all like the emotional wreck he was this morning. "Could it have been the lack of sleep?" she wondered. "Still... it is kind of a turn-on to think that Ernie found me that sexy and attractive."

Ernie got up and walked over to the window by the hearth. He pulled the curtains a bit to one side and peered out at the yard. It was unseasonably cool for this early in September. According to the indoor/outdoor thermometer hanging by the window, it was 55 degrees Fahrenheit outside.

"I think I'm going to go for a ride," he said. "I need to get some air."

"I think we should talk, Honey," his mother said.

"What about?" he asked defensively.

"About this morning and what you've been reading on the net. That's what about," Janice said. "I think we should talk about how you reacted to me. I believe we need to know why the material you've been reading has you talking to yourself as well."

Ernie blushed deeply. "I don't see wu-wu-wu why," he stammered.

"That stutter is why," Jan replied. "I don't think it's 'nothing to worry about' when I see you reduced to stuttering. Why, it's as bad as, if not worse than it was, before you finished seeing all those speech specialists," she continued firmly. "Now have a seat and let's talk."

"Ohhh Kaaay..." Ernie replied and reluctantly returned to the sofa.

"So tell me, what's so intriguing about transvestites and transsexuals?" Janice began.

"Well… I mean… It's like…" No matter how hard he tried, Ernie could not find the words to tell his mother what the stories made him feel inside. His face got redder with each agonizing second.

"Erotic?" his mother asked.

"Well… Yeah. I mean, the stories are really sexy and the way they describe the clothes sounds... I don't know... Erotic I guess," Ernie started. "It's like, I mean, they make it sound so…"

"Enjoyable?" Janice inserted.

"Uh… Well… Yeah. They make it sound like something you would, like, want to do. But I know you have to be like sick or somethin' to feel that way, so… I mean like… what's the deal? Y'-know?"

"The deal, Honey, is that it's sexually stimulating. That's what I was trying to tell you earlier. Both men and women like to dress up in sexy clothes. For some men it's relaxing more than it is stimulating. For others, well, let's just say it helps them in bed," Janice said. "Does that bother you?"

"Well… No, I… I guess not, but…" Ernie blushed as his voice trailed off.

"Do you want to try it Honey? If so, I have some friends…"

"NO!" Ernie all but shouted, interrupting his mother. "I mean, no, I don't want to dress like a girl. I'm not psychologically disturbed like they are!"

"ERNIE!" Janice shouted, "Those people are NOT psychologically disturbed, as you put it, they're just different. Are you psychologically disturbed because you want to look your best when you go out to dinner in a suit?"

"No! But that's different!" Ernie countered.

"No, it's not," his mother said. "It's the same thing. They just choose to wear a different style of clothing. It just so happens that I sometimes feel the same sexual stimulation from my clothes that they feel from theirs. They can be, and are, as sensual for me to wear as they are for you to look at!" she finished.

"But they're guys! They shouldn't want to wear girls clothes! I mean, It's sick!" Ernie said.

"No, Honey, society is sick. Would you say your father was sick?"

"Dad? NO!" Ernie was becoming more confused and defensive by the moment.

"Well he sometimes enjoyed wearing my things," she said.

"I don't believe it," Ernie said flatly, his face red and twisted with confusion and denial. He stood and looked at his mother. "Dad?" he asked meekly.

"Dad," she echoed.

"But..." he began.

"He was so macho?" she finished. "Yes he was, but he was also gentle and feminine. He just needed a way to express it. So he wore some of my clothes," she said quietly. "He even had his own. It was a real turn-on… for both of us."

Ernie's head was beginning to swim. This was just too much, too fast. First his thoughts while surfing the web, then his mother looking like a centrefold, then his dreams and now this!

"I need some time to think," he said weakly, "I'm gonna go for a ride."

"Okay, Honey, just be careful. You know what those nuts are like on the roads these days," she cautioned.

"I will, Ma." He walked to the hall closet and took out his jeans jacket. Swinging it over his shoulder, he went out the front door."

"I hope he's okay," she said aloud. She went back to her book, but it didn't seem to make much sense anymore.

Ernie walked to the kerb, got into his Cutlass, and drove off. His mind was a million miles away.

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When the third car in as many minutes blared its horn at him, Ernie decided that driving probably wasn't such a good idea. He pulled into the parking lot at the local mall. He really didn't feel like shopping. It was a school day so there weren't any girls to watch. Even the local burger joint, the pit, was out of the question. He never got along with the crowd that hung there. Even if they weren't there now, they soon would be. It was getting a bit too cool to walk through the park and he'd already seen all the movies that were playing at the multiplex with his "girlfriend" Samantha. Besides, he was already here. So it was into the mall parking lot that he steered his car.

"At least it'll be quiet for a while," he reasoned.

Ernie thought about Samantha for a second, "Sure she's pretty, but she doesn't hold a candle to... Awww… christ! What am I thinking?! Might as well window shoppe," he thought in resignation. "After all, how many t-shirts and jeans does a guy need?"

Ernie walked aimlessly about the mall, trying desperately to get his mind off the events of the day. He tried the arcade, but couldn't concentrate well enough to play any of the games. He decided to try the bookstore.

"Sure!" he thought. "Maybe the new W. E. B. Griffin novel is out. It's due to hit the stores any day now." It hadn't and wasn't.

He was walking with his head down, staring at the floor tiles instead of where he was going. "They make an interesting pattern when you walk over them, almost like..."

BLAM!

Lights flashed in his head! He'd walked right into the window of a lingerie store, banging his head against the glass. He looked up in confusion, bracing himself against the glass he'd just walked into. The sign on the window read:

The Under-World
Fine Lingerie & Adult Gifts

Then he looked to his right. In smaller print beside the door, in gold leaf was:

Private
Fashion Consultations
&
Makeovers
By appointment only

Normally, Ernie shied away from places like this. Today, however, he just continued to stand there, hands on the glass with his face almost pressed against it and stared at the mannequins bedecked in their elegant fripperies. He almost looked like a child staring into a bakery or candy shoppe window drooling over the sweets and pastries on display. He pictured his mother in the same outfits and…

An elegantly dressed woman came up beside him and remarked in a slight English accent, "It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" nodding her head in the direction of the mannequin that was dressed in a red lace teddy. It was the same one Ernie was staring at.

Ernie just nodded.

"Would you like to come in and try it on?" she continued softly.

Ernie's jaw dropped, his eyes bugged out of his head. He turned purple with embarrassment at the comment. He began to shake his head violently from side to side, as he stood erect. He was completely speechless. Raw panic started to build. The only sound he could make was a strangled squawk. He started to back away as quickly as he could.

Back pedalling furiously, he stared at the woman in horror. He wasn't looking where he was going and fell backwards over a bench. There was a sudden empty feeling in the pit of his stomach as he fell. He felt the bench seat graze the small of his back and hips as he passed over it. Then... all of a sudden... there was a sharp crack that shook him to his core. A bright flash of light seemed to come from inside his head, blinding him. "Wha..!" he exclaimed, but he never got the chance to finish it. Something tasted funny and everything faded to black.

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Continued in Part-3

  

  

  

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