The music was playing in the background and I started to dance. Robert turned toward me and said, “What’s this?” I smiled at him and purred.
“Karen wanted me to get used to the idea of stripping so we made a few movies, you know, so I would get used to it.” He sat in total silence and watched the dance. Robert knew I was a stripper but he had never seen me do it! I was almost nude in the movie down to bra and a thong.
Believe me when I tell you… he did not need x-ray vision to see my body. On the screen I was reaching for the clip at the back of my bra, just about to expose my tits. In the living room, I looked, His cock was hard. It was standing right up! I clicked pause on the remote.
“Wha..?” he asked.
He could not even say the full word. The image of me wavered and danced on the screen as the picture was paused, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. “We had a deal remember? I said ‘If could not give you a boner I would leave you alone… well time to show and tell mister. Stand up!” I demanded… trying not to sound playful.
“But mom… I ah… “He was stalling.
I grinned. “If you stand I will show you more.” My body was quaking with tremors. I swear if you poked my pussy just then I would have cum on the spot. I could not remember ever feeling so horny… this was getting to be fun, sexy fun. Robert rose slowly facing away from me. “Ah so you want to see more of this movie … don’t you?”
He whispered… “Yes.”
“Then turn around and let me see if you have a hard on.” Robert turned slowly and I saw it… he had a rock solid, raging erection. It was sticking straight out pointing straight at the ceiling… it was magnificent!! I have seen my share of dick, but this one seemed special to me and it was me who gave my own son a boner. Not a woman in a movie… not an actress. His mother!! “Wow!” I said. “Now I guess you want to see the rest of this dance don’t you?”
He sat down… “Please!” was all he said.
I pressed play… I thought I had him… The movie started again. On the TV I pulled off my bra, and danced. Robert was smiling. I was seduced my son with the video. I could see his prick was so hard and a little dark stain was forming on the head. As I sat staring not at the TV but at my son, he was licking his lips. His breathing was very deep. If I was going to make a move; I raised my foot and placed it on the top of his cock. He jumped.
“What are you doing?” he asked
“Just seeing if you’re still hard,” I said.
“I am,” he said with a swallow. I again stopped the tape; he looked at me with confusion. “You get hard looking at my tits?” I asked. “Your mother’s tits?” He did not say anything. He was blushing. “Well!” I stated; not asked.
“Does looking at my tits make you hard?”
“Yes!” he said.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked Robert.
“Anything!” he was looking right into my eyes. If I did not already love this boy I would have fallen at that point.
“I like making you hard. It makes me feel special!” I was looking at him smiling. “You make my pussy very wet, when I look at your hard cock.” I rubbed my middle finger down my cunt to add to the statement. “You want to jerk off don’t you?” I asked. He looked at me, licked his lips and swallowed…