13-05-2019, 03:44 PM
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When she finally finished doing her makeup the final result was stunning. Archana had been blessed with classic features to begin with, but the smokey eyes and luscious red lips turned her into a femme fatale capable of stopping traffic. Ravi stood back and assessed her approvingly before choosing a pair of dangly faux diamond earrings from her jewelry rack. Pleased with himself, he ordered her to go pick out a dress.
Archana rummaged through the back of her closet where she still kept a collection of clothes from the life she led before a failed marriage and motherhood transformed everything. With her social life nonexistent, her wardrobe had become conservative, unflattering and generally bland. Fortunately, her weight had not varied so much as a pound over the intervening years so everything in the closet still fitted her figure well. All the same, she felt uneasy and apprehensive as she began going through her archived garments and began rediscovering how sexy many of the outfits actually were.
Archana picked out a blue dress that she thought might work and showed it to Ravi but he vetoed it and did the same to several others she suggested before he became impatient and took over the task for her. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for as he quickly moved to the far reaches of the closet to return with a provocatively short black minidress dating back to her clubbing days. Mortified, she pleaded with him to let her wear something more modest:
"Oh sweetie, I couldn't ..."
Ravi cut her off curtly.
"Save it, Mom. This will be perfect" he announced as he held it up and gave her a salacious grin.
Ravi tossed the dress on her bed then returned to the closet to take inventory of her high heels. After pulling down several shoe boxes from the shelf, he came up with a pair of glossy six-inch black stiletto pumps that Archana had actually forgotten she owned. She gingerly tried to steer him towards another pair but his mind was made up and the stilettos soon joined the minidress on the bed before he turned his attention to begin purposefully foraging through her lingerie drawer.
Her son's beeline to the location of her underwear and his apparent familiarity with the contents of her closet did cause Archana to wonder whether Ravi might have been doing some reconnaissance in her absence. It troubled her to think he might be going through her things when she was out of the house, but she resigned herself to the fact that she really wasn't in a position to do anything about it even if it was true.
He returned to the bed with several unopened pantyhose packages that he laid out on the bed like a giant poker hand. As they considered the different shades, Archana said she thought the black ones would look best but Ravi overruled her and decided her legs would be more fetching in a pair of sheer taupe ones that had a sparkly sheen. He handed the package to her and gave her strict orders that she avoid showing any panty lines by wearing nothing underneath the hose. She blushed crimson, but didn't want to cross her son so she nodded her agreement submissively. Satisfied, Ravi left the room so she could finish getting ready.
After her son was gone, Archana sat on the edge of the bed and sniffled back tears wrestling with complex emotions of guilt and self-loathing for getting herself in such a pickle. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp sense of panic over the prospect of having her mascara run, which would undoubtedly incur Ravi's wrath should it occur. With a despairing sigh, she forced herself to suppress her feelings and focus only on the immediate task before her. If she was going to be there by 7 it was time to get dressed. She found herself remembering being a little girl playing with her Barbie doll in her bedroom and thought how ironic it was to find herself now effectively becoming a life-size Barbie doll for her own son.
Archana rummaged through the back of her closet where she still kept a collection of clothes from the life she led before a failed marriage and motherhood transformed everything. With her social life nonexistent, her wardrobe had become conservative, unflattering and generally bland. Fortunately, her weight had not varied so much as a pound over the intervening years so everything in the closet still fitted her figure well. All the same, she felt uneasy and apprehensive as she began going through her archived garments and began rediscovering how sexy many of the outfits actually were.
Archana picked out a blue dress that she thought might work and showed it to Ravi but he vetoed it and did the same to several others she suggested before he became impatient and took over the task for her. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for as he quickly moved to the far reaches of the closet to return with a provocatively short black minidress dating back to her clubbing days. Mortified, she pleaded with him to let her wear something more modest:
"Oh sweetie, I couldn't ..."
Ravi cut her off curtly.
"Save it, Mom. This will be perfect" he announced as he held it up and gave her a salacious grin.
Ravi tossed the dress on her bed then returned to the closet to take inventory of her high heels. After pulling down several shoe boxes from the shelf, he came up with a pair of glossy six-inch black stiletto pumps that Archana had actually forgotten she owned. She gingerly tried to steer him towards another pair but his mind was made up and the stilettos soon joined the minidress on the bed before he turned his attention to begin purposefully foraging through her lingerie drawer.
Her son's beeline to the location of her underwear and his apparent familiarity with the contents of her closet did cause Archana to wonder whether Ravi might have been doing some reconnaissance in her absence. It troubled her to think he might be going through her things when she was out of the house, but she resigned herself to the fact that she really wasn't in a position to do anything about it even if it was true.
He returned to the bed with several unopened pantyhose packages that he laid out on the bed like a giant poker hand. As they considered the different shades, Archana said she thought the black ones would look best but Ravi overruled her and decided her legs would be more fetching in a pair of sheer taupe ones that had a sparkly sheen. He handed the package to her and gave her strict orders that she avoid showing any panty lines by wearing nothing underneath the hose. She blushed crimson, but didn't want to cross her son so she nodded her agreement submissively. Satisfied, Ravi left the room so she could finish getting ready.
After her son was gone, Archana sat on the edge of the bed and sniffled back tears wrestling with complex emotions of guilt and self-loathing for getting herself in such a pickle. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp sense of panic over the prospect of having her mascara run, which would undoubtedly incur Ravi's wrath should it occur. With a despairing sigh, she forced herself to suppress her feelings and focus only on the immediate task before her. If she was going to be there by 7 it was time to get dressed. She found herself remembering being a little girl playing with her Barbie doll in her bedroom and thought how ironic it was to find herself now effectively becoming a life-size Barbie doll for her own son.
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