Chandler lounged on his bed, his toned chest on full display as he wore nothing but his mother Ann's lacy panties. He affected a pout, but the mischievous glint in his eye gave him away.
The door to his bedroom burst open, and Ann strode in, her hands on her hips. "Chandler, what on earth are you doing wearing my underwear?" she exclaimed, trying to sound outraged but failing as a laugh bubbled up in her throat.
Chandler smirked, his hand resting on his hip. "Oh, I was just trying them on and wondering why you spend so much money on such uncomfortable things. These are way too tight, Ann."
Ann couldn't help but laugh at Chandler's playful insult. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, if they're uncomfortable, why don't you let me help you take them off?" she suggested, with a wink.
Chandler's heart raced as Ann reached out and slowly slid the panties down his legs. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he wasn't complaining.
Ann noticed Chandler's growing arousal and decided to have some fun. She got up and rummaged through his closet, pulling out a tight leather skirt and a lacy bustier. "How about you try these on instead?" she suggested, with a playful grin.
Chandler was hesitant at first, but Ann's confident demeanor and sexy outfit convinced him to give it a try. He slipped into the skirt and bustier, feeling both embarrassed and excited.
Ann couldn't help but laugh at Chandler's awkward attempts to walk in the skirt. "You look ridiculous, but also kind of hot," she said, unable to keep a straight face.
Chandler playfully stuck his tongue out at Ann, but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying this little game. He felt more vulnerable and exposed than ever before, but there was also a thrill in surrendering to Ann's control.
Ann noticed Chandler's hardness straining against the skirt and decided to take things to the next level. She pulled out a strap-on from her purse and dangled it in front of Chandler's face. "How about we play a little bit more?" she asked, with a seductive smile.
Chandler's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't deny the curiosity and excitement building inside of him. He nodded his head, unable to speak.
Ann helped Chandler onto all fours and slowly slid the strap-on inside of him. Chandler moaned in pleasure, unable to believe how good it felt.
Ann started to thrust the strap-on in and out of Chandler, building up a steady rhythm. Chandler's moans became louder and more frequent, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Ann leaned down and whispered in Chandler's ear, "Cum for me, Chandler. I want to feel you explode."
Chandler couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out in pleasure as he released, feeling a wave of ecstasy wash over him. Ann slowed down her thrusts, letting Chandler catch his breath.
The chapter ended with Chandler and Ann lying in bed, spent and satisfied. Chandler couldn't believe what just happened, but he knew one thing for sure - he was definitely not complaining.
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