I didn’t really need a bra as I am only 34 years old and my breasts are still hard, high, and they jut out very perkily, however my ‘ensemble’ looked better with one, so I fastened the half cup bra around my breasts marvelling at the wonderful cleavage it produced.
Last but certainly not least, I put on the 4 inch heels that I had bought.
Hesitating to torment Tom even further, I walked around the room in my lingerie. I finished dressing and pulled my ‘little black number’ over my head which finally covered me and hid me from my sons gaze. I tried desperately to make all my movements natural, as though nothing was out of the ordinary in any way.
I had tried on my ‘ensemble’ earlier and at the risk of being conceited, I knew how I looked, I knew what my son had seen and for the first time in my life I felt desirable, I felt sexy and I thought I looked damn good.
Tom was mesmerised and looked a total dork when I took his hand and said,
“Ok darling, shall we go now.”
That evening I did my utmost to make my beloved son’s birthday perfect for him. I had allsorts of ideas in my head about what I thought he would like to do for entertainment after the gig.
They were all irrelevant, my beautiful son had everything he ever wanted. He had his mummy, who he was so desperately in love with, on his arm for the world to see. He knew that she was dressed underneath her dress, in the very manner that he had always fantasized about and he knew that he and mummy would return to their hotel and make love for the entire night.
That night when we returned hand in hand to our hotel I was beginning to have doubts about my approach to our relationship. I was head over heels in love with my son and I had begun to waver in my resolve to keep him at arms length and attempt to retain some form of normalcy to our life.
Tom had called me either Rebecca or Becky for the whole evening and I found it to be incredibly personal and sexy for my son to do this.
I can’t explain to you how happy and blissfully in love I felt as we enjoyed our evening together and how I somehow simply knew that our nights love making was going to be at a whole new level.
For the whole evening I had subtly crossed my legs and shown my son my stocking tops and garter straps. I had deliberately tried to tease him to distraction. Now in our hotel room, as he slowly peeled my dress from my body, I had to wonder just who I had been teasing and turning on. My pussy was literally dripping, as a night spent trying to allure, captivate and bewitch my young boy had turned itself on it’s head. I was aroused by the whole situation, my boy, my dress, my actions, my thoughts, were all driving me insane.
I had planned to entice, provoke, tantalize and seduce my son and all I had achieved was to do these things to myself.
As Tom peeled my dress over my head leaving me in black stockings, garter belt, bra and heels, he just stood and looked mesmerized.
“It’s all for you baby, I said, I just want to make you happy and be your girl.”
My world then turned on its head.