“Do you like the look of your mother’s nice ass and hot pussy, sweetheart?” she asked, watching the woman in the mirror as Robbie would be doing if the woman in the mirror was the one asking the question.
Julia never heard the answer, because at that moment she heard Robbie come through the front door and head for his room to freshen up before dinner.
Julia went to the kitchen to get things ready. She caught Robbie’s eye and gave him a big smile as she passed his open door, and made sure that he got a good look at the seductive swaying movement of her bottom in the tight jeans as she moved away down the hallway. She glanced back just as she reached the kitchen, and was pleased to see that her son was standing outside his bedroom door, watching her. She gave him another big smile.
‘It’s been a weird and wonderful day,’ thought Julia. This morning she’d given her son a sexy underwear fashion show, quite unintentionally, and this afternoon she’d given him a sexy casual wear fashion show, quite intentionally. And in between she’d shaken up her workplace in a way the staff would be talking about for days.
Julia was right, of course. The day really had been both weird and wonderful. But it was also far from over, and for the New Julia and for Robbie the most amazing events still lay ahead.
PART THREE: THE NEW JULIA TAKES CHARGE
Their dinner conversation followed its usual pattern, as if the familiar routine would ease the tension they both felt. Julia asked Robbie about his day, and Robbie asked his mother about hers. But this time the questions weren’t meant just as polite conversation. Both of them had experienced something new in their lives that day, something new in their relationship to each other.
For the first time Julia saw Robbie as the sexually aware and desirable young man he had become. She liked what she saw. She knew that he wasn’t a virgin, and she knew that she’d been treating him as an innocent boy for much too long. He had reacted to her sexual teasing as a man does. Her sexual frustration and her son’s natural drives would probably get them both into serious trouble if she didn’t take steps to avoid it. She didn’t want to avoid it. She wanted Robbie. It was incest, and she wondered for a moment why that didn’t hold more shame for her than it did right now. She wanted to have sex with her own son.
Robbie had for some time suspected that underneath his mother’s demure exterior was a sexually potent woman, and for the first time he had seen her erotic nature revealed in exciting and fun ways. He liked what he saw. His masturbation fantasies had sometimes included his mother, and rather suddenly those hazy visions were coming into sharp focus. He had tried hard to imagine what his mother’s tits and legs and ass might look like, unhidden by her clothes, and now he had a much clearer idea of their beauty. He’d now seen his mother’s terrific body clad only in seductive lingerie. And later her full curves had been proudly paraded before him, apparently with the intent of turning him on. And he was turned on. He wanted to fuck his own mother. But he knew that just wasn’t going to happen.