Mark took a deep breath. “Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Will you…” He paused.
“Will I?”
“Mom, will you take off your tee-shirt?”
I am sure my mouth dropped open. “Are you… I mean, right now, right here. Jesus.”
“Mom, I know we shouldn’t cross the line, but why can’t I look at you?”
“You are looking at me right now.”
“You know what I mean, Mom. I want to see your body. What harm is there in that?”
I was trembling. The woman in me wanted to tear off my tee-shirt but the mother side of me was jabbering on about the slippery slope. “You mean look and that’s all. No touching, right?”
“Right.”
“No hugging like you did?”
Mark nodded. “I will only look unless…”
“If I do this, Mark, there is no ‘unless.'”
“I just meant I will play by your rules, mom.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, promise.”
More awkward silence. I only had two choices. Take off my top or get up and leave the room. It wasn’t until I caught the look in my son’s eyes, so hopeful, so wanting this, that I slowly lifted the tee-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. My breasts were on display now – for my son – and I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Mark stood up and put on the kettle. What he didn’t realize until it was too late was that his hard cock had extended below the bottom of his gym shorts. I gasped and then he sat down. “God, mom, I am so sorry.”
“No, you aren’t, Mark,” I scolded, half teasing.
“No honest, I am sure you don’t want to see me the way I want to see you.”
He was wrong. His cock was big and beautiful, but I couldn’t tell him I wanted him to show me, wanted him to be on display too.
Maybe he sensed my desire, I am not sure, but now that I was topless and he saw how hard my nipples were, he knew I was good with showing me. “Mom, what if…”
Oh god, I thought. He wants more. “What if what?”
“What if you were naked in the house, you know, when we were here alone?”
“You want me to take off my yoga pants?” I huffed, but my pretense of being shocked was clearly received by him.
“I want to see all of you mom. How could I not. You are so beautiful.”
I stood up. “Mark, flattery is nice, but…”
“Mom, please.” His eyes glanced between my legs. “It appears you are interested.”
I couldn’t see what he was referring to. “What do you mean?”
“Mom, there is a wet spot between your legs.”
I yelped. “Fuck, Mark.”
“Sorry, but it’s true, mom. You are clearly aroused.”
No kidding, I thought. I was standing there topless in front of my flesh and blood, wanting him to enjoy my breasts and there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him to see my pussy, but, how could I? I couldn’t lie. “Yes, I guess I am aroused but trust me it’s an involuntary reaction.”
“I know the feeling,” he grinned, looking down at his own arousal.
“Look,” I said. “This is huge, and I need to process it. How about you go find us a movie and give me 15 minutes to think things over.”
My son is no dummy. I figured he knew I would come through with him, but I needed some time to work up the courage. There was no doubt in my mind that 15 minutes from now I would walk into the living room to show him my pussy and my ass, but I wanted to give myself a few minutes to see if I would talk myself out of it. But I didn’t. In fact, when I got to the bedroom, I decided just walking in the living room naked was not how I wanted to cross this line. I put on some nylons and a garter belt and the tiniest of thongs and high heels. If I were going to do this, I was going to have a build up to it, not just walk in totally exposed from the get-go.