“It’s actually one in the afternoon,” I pointed out, again acting like a mother.
“Sorry, late night,” he said.
“So I heard,” I said.
His face went white. “You did?”
“Yes,” I nodded, as I moved my legs off the table, noticing him watch. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t fuck Brittany in the room beside me.”
“S-s-sorry,” he said, clearly shocked by my frank language.
“I mean,” I said, standing up and walking directly in front of him, noticing the erect cock poking at his sweats, “you’re eighteen and an adult so I understand you have needs and I’m sure you and Brittany are fucking like bunnies, but your mother hasn’t gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how long it’s been.”
He was speechless.
Before he could respond, I left the kitchen, loving the impact I had over him.
I went to the bathroom, got out of my thigh highs, into the shower and used the shower head for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his stiff cock and devouring it.
I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.
I imagined him bending me over the kitchen table and fucking my needy cunt.
I imagined him making me beg him to ream my shit hole.
I came hard in the shower, almost falling to my knees.
I wasn’t ready yet to commit the ultimate taboo, I had to know he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.
I was going to give him the greatest Christmas present ever… ME.
…..
Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still unable to fathom how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and tell her I knew her dirty secret.
I wondered if she was wearing thigh highs under her very conservative dress… like I was.
I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on occasion years ago, a few lesbian encounters, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The perfect way to seduce my son was through the bitch.
When church was over, I walked over to her when she was alone and asked, quietly, “So you like taking my son’s dick up your ass?”
Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her face went white.
“You had a lot to say in my house at two in the morning,” I continued.
“Elizabeth,” was all she could muster.
“We’ll talk more, later,” I promised, not sure how I planned to play this with her.
When I got home from church, Cody was watching NFL football on the couch. I went to him, put my foot on the couch beside him, and asked, “Could you please undo the buckle? Mom’s back is killing her.”
“Um, sure,” he said, glancing to my leg and the top of my lace top stockings.
“You okay?” I asked, as he hesitated.
“Um, yeah, just got distracted by the game,” he lied, as he moved his hand to the small buckle.
It took him a bit to unbuckle the small strap with his big fingers, but eventually he did. I slid my foot out and wiggled my toes right in front of him. I then switched feet and asked, “Can you do this one too?”
“Of course, Mom,” he nodded, as I glanced at his crotch which was saluting me secretly.