A mutual seduction between a mother and son

I still hadn’t clued in. “Assets?”

“Gee, mom, you are making this hard.”

“Just say it, Mark. Please.”

“Okay. Do you want him to get a clear picture of what you have to offer physically, you know, as a woman?”

I was catching on now and I blushed. “Do you mean do I want to dress provocatively?”

Mark nodded. “If you do, that business suit is not an option.”

I walked back into my bedroom and searched my closet. Several minutes later I returned wearing a tight black knit dress that rested at mid-thigh and was rather low cut, revealing not only my ample cleavage but a portion of my white bra.”

Mark smiled. “Do you have a black bra?”

“No.”

“Well your white bra looks kind of, err, sloppy, mom.”

“Oh.” Time was passing and I felt the pressure to make a decision and head over to the interview. I turned around, lifted my dress and unfastened and removed my bra. I was so nervous, I didn’t really think about the view I was affording my son of my big, firm ass that was covered only by the thin cloth of my thong. I lowered my dress and turned around. I looked down to see my hard nipples pressing out through the thin fabric. “Oh my.” I said.

Mark’s ingenuity surprised me. “Mom, I know you have a black sweater. Wear it. It will cover your nipples but give you the option of removing it if it feels right to do so.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My son was telling me how I could go to the interview braless in a short dress and then go further, if I wanted, by removing my sweater so that the owner could see my hard nipples. I was about to say something about not wanting to give the wrong idea when Mark said, “You better get going or you will be late.”

I looked at my phone. “Shit,” I yelped. I grabbed the sweater from my closet and rushed out of the house. As I said before, I did get that job, so the interview went well, very well – all because of my son and his courage to let me know I had a body that I should show off. I will share more details about the interview later.

This was the first time my son had admitted his mother was hot. I didn’t automatically think anything more about that. It just felt good that he saw me that way and could be honest enough to help me dress for success. That night, I thanked him by making his favorite dinner, prime rib and mashed potatoes, which I prepared still wearing the dress he approved of.

He watched me cook and helped with the peeling of the potatoes. I thanked him several times for his help, though he waved my gratitude off like it was nothing. I told him that, to be honest, it had never dawned on me that he saw me as a woman. “You know,” I added, “A woman with assets.” I smiled. I was facing him when I said that, and I must admit I felt a tinge of something sensual between my legs when I noticed he was staring at my breasts.

I am sure he noticed my cheeks go red, but all he said was. “Mom you are definitely a MILF.” He went immediately red after saying that. “I didn’t mean MILF in term of how I feel.”

I laughed. “It’s okay, Mark. I think you meant to say, for an old broad I am still attractive to men.”

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