At our house, Friday night had always been a movie night tradition back when my husband was still alive and we had kept it up even after his death. So the plan was to watch a porn film with him…then an even better idea popped into my head.
I, like you, had spent a lot of time on the internet dealing with my conflicting emotions and had found a website that made professional incest films. I went to the website and spent over an hour reading the descriptions and watching the trailers to quite a few films before choosing three (it was buy two get one free so I figured might as well). The titles were interesting and, I hoped, left no doubt to Jimmy of Mommy’s willingness. They were: Pet Mommy Cheerleading for my son Mom, stockings and me These titles appealed to me because I am submissive, my son was the school quarterback and his girlfriend at the time was a cheerleader, and I loved wearing pantyhose (my legs are my best asset, as I have small breasts, and pantyhose only enhanced their visual appeal).
I eagerly waited for two weeks for them to arrive, the long weekend making it take longer even though I chose expedited shipping. When they did, I immediately popped one in and watched it. Three orgasms later, I was ready to go for broke.
On Friday, I stayed dressed in my work outfit. I am a secretary for an oil company that expects professional wear always (no casual Fridays for us) and knowing I would be seducing my son that night, I bought new thigh high silk stockings (over twenty bucks but they paid off with huge dividends), wore a black skirt, red blouse and a black blazer. I looked very good, truth be told, and got a few compliments during the day. I also had gone to the adult store across town and bought a cheerleader’s outfit, including sexy crotchless pantyhose.
I told Jimmy that Mommy had chosen the movie this week and that it was something a bit edgier than usual. I had watched ‘Pet Mommy’ first and has also watched ‘Mom, stockings and me’ the night before in preparation of what I planned.
So it was ‘Cheerleading for my Son’ I had chosen for the final seduction. I was already sitting, my legs on the coffee table, the tops of my thigh high stockings visible, when he came in with popcorn and soda. I patted the seat beside me and said, “Come cozy up with Mom.”
He did, but not before taking a long look my nylon clad legs.
Once he was seated, I warned, “The movie I chose is a little different.” “Okay,” he nodded, with a look of curiosity.
“But your eighteen and I want you and me to be able to watch anything,” I continued, surprising him by moving my legs off the coffee table and onto his lap…directly onto his cock, which was definitely hard. I asked, remote in hand, “Could you please rub Mommy’s feet? I had a LONG, HARD, day.”
His eyes went big, but he indeed massaged my feet. I asked, “Ready for a movie that will change your life?”
“Sure,” he said, staring at my feet as he was massaging them.
I had already got it in place, after the title, in hopes of speeding up the process, but without giving away everything before the film started. Pressing play, I realized there was no turning back now.