“Then kiss me Tom,” I said.
The very idea, that we could stand and openly kiss, hit home with him and he took me in his arms and kissed me more gently and tenderly than he had ever done before. Hand in hand, (sex not an issue) we had the most wonderful day together by simply being together. We were in love and had no reason to hide it. We were like two teenagers who couldn’t bear for an inch of space to separate us.
That night I had a decision to make.
I had planned this weekend for my beautiful son for some time, yet I wasn’t 100% on how to play it. I had a choice to make, I could either put on my stockings and suspenders in private, then tease him with flashes of my stocking tops all evening and drive him insane with excitement, imagining how I looked underneath, or I could very provocatively dress before him and leave him in no doubt how his mummy was dressed and what he had to look forward to.
I decided on the latter and after making love with my son and sleeping for a while it was time to get ready for out evening out.
I had bought tickets to a concert for a band that Tom liked (an evening at the theatre would have been my choice but this was not about me) and after both showering I waited for him to come from the bathroom for his torture.
After seeing what he obviously liked, based on his girlie mags, I had been to a store and bought his present for this evening but that wasn’t to be the only gift that I had ready for him.
I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and stood in front of my son. Slowly opening and then dropping the towel I stood naked before him. His face was a picture as he stared between my legs at my totally smooth waxed pussy. All the girls in his magazines had been shaved and I wanted to give him a present. Not only had I shaved myself but I had waxed myself completely so that I was totally hairless and totally smooth.
Tom stared at the cleft that my slightly puffy lips produced. The raised mound as it ran from my flat stomach to disappear between my legs was exposed completely.
“Oh Rebecca, he croaked, you look absolutely beautiful.” he praised me.
Tom recovered his composure and continued to dry himself as I quite nonchalantly laid out my clothes on the bed.
Tom was suddenly transfixed again. I picked up my black garter belt and fastened it around my waist. I may have been inexperienced myself but Tom was just stunned into silence. I made a great play of putting on my stockings. I first drew them over my feet then worked the nylon up my calves and thighs. I was shaking like a leaf, yet I didn’t want my son to know it, as I clasped my suspender straps to my stockings. I played it as cool as I could, all the time knowing that not only was my son being driven into a frenzy but I was also finding this dressing charade incredibly erotic.
I pulled on my tiny black panties and slid them up my legs, I paused in a playful tease just beneath my vagina then to let Tom see me for one last moment before pulling the skimpy material over my smooth mound.