Despite the small setback, everything else seemed to be going great with my plan. I got quite a show for their tanning sessions and they were increasingly becoming more comfortable with me around. They even were asking my opinion of what they wore. Hugs were more frequent and their dress became more seductive.

I put in thoughts of how wasteful it was to hire a cleaning service. How much they like to clean. How they like to dust. Of course I added that they should bend their knees while dusting only if they could not reach the object otherwise. By Thursday Mom and Caitlin were doing a good job of cleaning, I got quite a lot of view of their asses bending over in short skirts, and no cleaners came to interrupt our privacy. I was quite happy with this.

I kept up thoughts of increased sexual arousal while instilling patience for their periods to end. I was hoping that when they finally gave in, they would be carried away to the extreme.

Caitlin was first to finish her period. I knew this by the absence of a swimsuit bottom on her while she was sunbathing with Mom. Watching the heavy petting going on, I was confident that at tomorrows sunbathing they would be ready to go further. That is when Roger stopped in one day.

I had finally been allowed to leave the house, if only to go to the corner store and get some milk. I spent my time at the store trying to get the lady behind the counter to show some tit. I did get her uncomfortable enough to go to the restroom and remove her bra. Her cotton top did little to hide her assets.

After enjoying the view, I decided I better go home before Mom came looking for me. I got home just in time to see Roger's car leave. Heading in, I found out that Caitlin had decided to move back.

Later I found out that she had been so horny that she almost raped him on sight. I realized my mistake. "Enjoying the attention of men they knew," had been my thought. She must have been pretty horny after a week of teasing and no sex.

Even though Mom and I had been on our own before, our relationship had been so different. We had barely even seen each other on a daily basis.

That night, we watched a movie together. Mom cuddled up right next to me on the couch. It was all I could do not to reach out and squeeze those sexy boobs.

Without Caitlin around the next day, Mom did not sunbathe. I was a disappointed. Grabbing one of my father's old playboys I had found in the basement, I started leafing through it. It was a lingerie collection. I loved women in lingerie.

Of course, I was used to being left alone or ignored. So I was surprised when Mom walked in on me. I quickly shoved it under the bed but she had already noticed.

" Don't say anything. Don't say anything. Don't say anything. Don't say anything." I pushed as she looked ready to scold me. "It is normal for a boy to lust after woman. It is normal for a boy to look at porno." I added.

She stood there for quite a few moments.

"You should talk to him about girls." I thought to her. "He needs someone to confide in," I continued.

That seemed to make sense to her. With a shake of her head, she walked over and sat beside me. Still she couldn't help but reach under the bed and grab the magazine. But instead of anger, their seemed compassion on her face.

"You think these women are sexy?" she asked opening up to a page with a model with big tits and wearing a hot red bustier and thong set. I sat up trying to hide my woody.

"Yes," I answered hoarsely. "It is natural for a boy to look at porn. It is good for him to enjoy porn."

"You shouldn't feel guilty about this," she continued even as she started blushing. "It is normal for a boy to look at sexy women. What do you like best about this one?" she asked me.

For the next hour, we sat around talking about what I considered sexy and what she thought was sexy on the women. I couldn't believe this was happening. My fears turned to lust as we talked. I was sitting next to one very sexy woman, looking at pictures of other scantily clad sexy women, and discussing what we thought was sexy. This was quite a turn on.

And it lead me to thinking. "As you look at these pictures realize that you are prettier than these women," I thought at Mom. "Imagine what you would look like wearing the outfit. You have more to show than them. If Kevin saw you in outfits like this, he wouldn't even pick up porno magazines." I just let these thoughts roam in her head while we looked at the pictures.

I made sure to point out what I liked from each outfit. I pointed out the garters and hose in one picture, the shelf bra from another pictures, the knee-high boots from a different model, leather, silk, and lace. I liked quite a variety and let her know it.

By the time I was done, I could tell she was turned on by the smell of sex on her. That is when I added the thought, "For the next few weeks, whenever you see your reflection in the mirror you will think how sexy a model you would be. How you should really let Kevin see how sexy a model you can be. You should model lingerie fro Kevin to see."

I only hope this was not to big a jump for her. She was already wearing short skirts and sexy blouses. She must already be feeling the effect of being aroused by the male she spent the most time around.

After she left, I could not help but whack off. She almost caught me at it, I had just finished cleaning up when she came back in.

"Kevin, I was wondering?" she started, suddenly catching the smell of cum in the air.

I reinforced the thought process whenever she might smell cum. "It is a pleasant smell, one you can't quite remember what it is. This smell is associated with sexy feelings. It is something very tasty and desirable."

"What is that smell?" she asked.

"Cologne," I mumbled.

"I love the smell," she whispered as she came over closer to smell. "It reminds me of …"

"You were going to ask me something?" I asked.

"Yes," she blushed. "Do you think I am pretty?" she asked.

"You are gorgeous," I told her. "Very beautiful and sexy woman," I added.

She blushed again. "I… Oh never mind," she quickly ended the conversation as she exited the room.

Mom called me down to supper an hour later. Super looked scrumptious. Mom had changed into a very short black skirt. Whenever she bent or move fast, it showed her hot pink thong underneath. She was wearing a white button down shirt, which in the right light, revealed her hot pink bra under it. The front was unbuttoned until you could see a good deal of cleavage and bra from the split in the shirt. A pair of fishnet stockings were held in place by a hot pink garter set. Black high-heel stiletto graced her feet. Oh, and the hamburgers and fries were delicious also.

I could tell she was watching me from the corner of her eyes watch her. I smile played across her face as she did. More than once I caught her checking out the bulge in my pants.

Sitting next to her on the couch that night was torture. She was so close to being ready yet I still had to be patient. I tried hard to just enjoy having the sex craved half naked woman sitting next to me.

The next morning was a part of the reward. I came down for breakfast and Mom was wearing a similar outfit as yesterday, except instead of a hot pink, the lingerie was deep purple. And instead of a bra, she had on a bustier, which pushed her tits upwards. It just barely covered her nipples. This was so easy to see because she was sans a shirt.

"We enjoyed looking at that lingerie catalogue so much, I though you might enjoy to see a living lingerie model." She tried to act nonchalant but the blush spread down her face and over her breasts.

"Do you?" she asked.

Do I what? I was still somewhat in shock despite it being my plan.

"Yes," I finally got out. "You are much prettier than those models," and definitely had bigger tits than most of them I thought to myself.

She blushed even more. Then she gave me a long look before saying, "What the hell, it covers more than my swimsuit," and she scooted out of the skirt. That was the beginning of my lingerie Mom show.

From the next week, she would start with one lingerie outfit in the morning. Then she would head out on a shopping trip. Coming home, she would change into another outfit. Then she would great me a dinner in still a different outfit.

I reinforced the actions with thoughts of "How good it feels to wear lingerie. How good it feels to be appreciated by a man. How good it is Kevin to see a real live model."

They were all different variations of the outfits we had looked at in the magazine she called the lingerie catalogue.

"You love modeling for Kevin," I thought to her.

By mid week she was feeling quite comfortable walking around the house in her underwear. At lunch she stepped it up a notch with a black leather thong and bra set. The bra had two cutouts for her nipples. She would hardly look at me for the first few hours.

Soon she thinks nothing of it.