Mary slowly spun in front of her mirror. She watched as the silky material of her dress moved out away from her body, flowing as if it had a life of its own. This dress was the first of its kind in Mary's wardrobe, shear, glossy fabric that clung to her body like a second skin. Each side of the dress was slit to a point about three inches above her knee. Mary continued to move back and forth, the dress swaying and showing far more leg than she was used to. She felt so decadent wearing it, naughty even, as her hands smoothed the bodice, ever so slightly caressing the bottom of her breasts. Her nipples poked out as hard little nubs, plainly visible in the tight bodice of the dress. It made Mary blush at the thought of going out in public like this but there was nothing she thought she could do to hide the effect. The spaghetti straps and deep V at the top half of the dress would not allow a bra to be worn without the straps being seen or the beautiful lines of the dress being ruined.

The elevation of the dress was helped by her new high heels. While not high by today's standard the three inch open toed shoes were the highest heels Mary had ever worn. It showed. Her balance was not the best as she continued to study the movement of the dress. Frown lines appeared at the corners of her mouth as her hands toyed with panty lines that were very visible though the thin material. This would not do she thought. Mary knew that she had a little thong from one of the lingerie sets that Connie had bought her. That would have to be the only underwear of the evening.

She reached under the dress and slipped down the underwear, kicking it to the side. She rummaged around in her drawers until she found the piece she was looking for all the way at the bottom. Smiling, the tiny thong still had the price tag on it. Musing aloud, her voice was higher than normal,

"Connie finally gets one of his wishes; he always wanted to see this thing on me. Maybe tonight after the dinner he will get more than that."

Mary began giggling at the thought. Maybe she could tease him when no one was looking, drive up the sexual tension. Not that their sex life needed it, Mary thought that it was very nice just the way it was. Sometimes she thought maybe she should do a better job of taking care of his sexual needs, but he never complained. Having intercourse once a month on Saturday night seemed to work fine for both of them. With the little thong firmly pulled in place she inspected the back of her dress, smiling as the unsightly lines had vanished.

Her focus moved back to ensuring that everything else was exactly right with the dress. When she was satisfied she moved on to the rest of her appearance. She had been all day preparing for this moment. Hair done, colored and styled, nails finely manicured, both feet and hands, there was nothing missing. Everything was perfect. Mary studied the makeup that the girl at the beauty shop had done on her face. Far heavier than she was used to, eye liner, mascara, blush and rouge all beautifully blended to highlight her features. It was a good learning experience for her as she almost never applied any face makeup in her daily life. The beautician had taken the time to explain some of the techniques for application and the types of makeup used. Of course it had all been with an eye toward selling Mary the makeup at the end of the session which she'd never intended to buy, but it was still fun, something out of her normal daily routine.

Carefully taking the dress off over her head she smoothed out the beautiful cloth on the bed. When she turned around she looked back at the mirror blushing slightly at her almost naked appearance. The thong did nothing to hide her sex from view. It was completely sheer in front and the small V in the material did not contain the light wisps of pubic hair from spilling out at the sides. As scandalous as they were Mary thought they were necessary for the overall look of the outfit. Anyway no one would know, only Connie would see them, if he was lucky.

Her hands moved to her breasts, still firm after two kids and thirty-nine years was the thought that ran across her mind. Mary was always secretly proud of the way they never sagged, but she always wished they had been just a bit bigger. Still 32B on her small five foot, four inch frame was alright. Connie never complained, but then again he never paid much attention to her breasts anyway. His lovemaking was rushed and a little clumsy. Some kissing and rubbing, and boom, he was on top, pounding away for a minute, and then he was done. Not that she minded, she had seen the shows on television, like 'Women who never orgasm'. Those women going on national TV to talk about such a private matter, it was terrible. The things they said about how their lives had changed because of some mechanical device that they used to stimulate their body. Or the techniques they taught their husbands, just terrible in her opinion. She had orgasmed during sex, not every time, not even every other, but she had before. In her opinion orgasms were overrated.

During the entire time these thoughts were running around in her head her hands had unconsciously been lightly trailing over the sensitive skin of her breasts. Her nipples had hardened into rocks that begged for attention. When she looked back in the mirror Mary furiously blushed as she realized what she was doing.

Almost running to the closet she pulled off the thong and slipped her old panties back on. Next, an old thick, pink fleece robe was thrown on, covering her in a comforting way a dress never could. Sitting on the bed Mary removed her new shoes setting them on the bed next to her dress. She quickly attributed her surprising arousal in front of the mirror to the dress and the excitement of the day. She banished the feelings from her mind in the blink of an eye.

Mary moved to the kitchen to begin preparing something for Morgan. The boy was always hungry when he came home from school. Heck, he was hungry all the time, not just after school. Since he'd turned eighteen several months ago he seemed to be shooting up, all the way to six feet now, consuming a commensurate amount of food to go along with his new size. His growth was unusual considering her diminutive frame and Connie's five foot eight inch size. Her oldest son Tad was not even his father's height; he'd stopped growing at five foot seven and one half.

Mary thought about Tad, in the beginning she had missed him terribly. Letting him go so far away to school was the hardest thing she had ever done, but she survived while had Tad thrived in his new environment. Getting into Stanford was an amazing accomplishment and Tad was taking full advantage of it. Both parents were so proud the day the acceptance letter came. Tad had worked so hard to make it happen. The scholarship he received along with the money the company gave him as an endowment covered almost all the expense, which was considerable.

Now in his third year of the engineering program he was pulling almost straight A's. He was so much like his father; shy in social situations, passionate on issues he thought were important and most importantly very respectful to his elders and women, just as he'd been raised to be.

Morgan was good in school too but he had a different way about him. Quiet but very approachable, he seemed eerily gregarious around people. He just had something about him that made people like him. It was not gender based, he did have casual relationships with several girls but he always had several guy friends around him as well. Maybe some of that had to do with Mary, there was always had food and snacks ready to go in the Dunbar household. It was never too late to open the Dunbar kitchen for pizza or wings or even a full blown midnight fridge raid and they all knew that.

The house had always been full of kids. It was the neighborhood kid magnet. Every street has one, Mary's was it. She liked it that way too; it kept the boys close so that she was never alone. This pattern did not slow much when Tad left for school, Morgan's circle of friends just grew to fill the void. Mary thanked god again that Morgan had decided to stay home the first two years to go to community college. She could not conceive of how her life would be without both boys.

Mary knew she could increase her work schedule but that would be a poor substitute for the boys. As she continued to peel potatoes for dinner she let her mind drift back to the beginning.