She shot him a sexy smile.
“There again, like father and son. Your father wanted me to do that to the valet whenever we went out to eat but I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to be his whore but I wouldn’t mind being your whore,” she said leaning up to him to French kiss her son again while giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile. “What else would you like me to do at the mall?”
He gave her a sexy grin.
“I’d take you to the mall not to shop but to flash your beautiful body to unsuspecting men. I’d love to watch you flashing your panties to the shoe store salesman while trying on boots a size too small,” he said with a dirty laugh. “Then, on the pretense of fixing your shoe, I’d love to watch you bend at the waist while wearing a short skirt as you go up the escalator with a couple of men standing behind you. With them standing low enough and you standing high enough while bending at the waist, they’d have a great view of your panty clad pussy and ass,” he said.
He looked at her to see if he was going too far before continuing. Instead of her recoiling, she seemed eager to play his game of sexy pillow talk. Instead of being turned off by what he wanted to watch her do, she seemed sexually aroused by the thought of fulfilling her son’s sexual fantasies.
“I’d wear my shortest skirt to show off my legs and my sexiest panties to show off my ass,” she said getting into his game. “Tell me. This is fun. What else would we do at the mall?”
As if he had been thinking about these things for a long time, he shared his sexual fantasies with her.
“We could find a store that still had curtains on the dressing room and, with you not closing the curtains all the way, I’d love to watch you flash the men standing outside waiting for their wives and girlfriends,” he said. “While pretending that I’m not with you, I’d stand at a distance but where I could still see you. I’d love to watch you flash them what you look like in your panties and bra, topless, and naked,” he said.
She laughed again.
“Like mother like son. You’re as much of a voyeur as I’m an exhibitionist,” she said. “We could do that too. Besides having sex, we could do all those things if that’s what you’d like to do with me,” she said with a laugh. “Anything else?”
Putting it all out there, he told his mother everything that he’d love to sexually do with her.
“We could go to a casino and you could wear something sexy with nothing underneath. No panties and no bra,” he said. “While leaning over a Craps table, when you weren’t flashing men your naked ass and pussy, you’d be flashing men your naked breasts,” he said getting sexually aroused by replaying his sexy scenarios in his head.
She shrugged her indifference about wearing a dress without wearing panties and/or bra.
“I’m not sure about that one,” she said laughing. “I’d be overly self-conscious flashing my naked ass, pussy, and tits with all the young, sexy women that frequent the casino. I don’t have the body that I once had. I would have done something like that twenty years ago, if I was married to a different man, a man who appreciated that sort of sexy fun without turning it into a habitual perversion. I would have done that with your father if I knew he wouldn’t throw it up in my face by calling me a whore after I did it,” she said.