“Really, mom?”
I was amazed and amused. “What’s wrong with the way I dress?”
“It’s okay for older women. But your young and beautiful, and if we’re going out, you need to dress like it.”
With that he just walked into the store gazing at all the manikins like some kind of fashion expert, leaving me alone in the mall, again thunderstruck. Who is this boy, and what has he done with my son?
“Jack, I’m too old for this store,” I said as I caught up to him, but he just picked up a blouse and handed it to me.
“What do you think of this?” He asked holding it up against me.
It was a cute stripped top, mostly cotton with a little spandex in it, but it was just a tad young since it was an off the shoulders number. In other words it was a blouse that a young girl would wear if she were looking to seduce a gorgeous boy like Jack.
“I don’t know Jack. It’s a little young.”
“Just try it on,” he commanded. So I took it to appease him, for I knew once he saw me with it on he would agree with what I was saying.
In the dressing room I striped off my oversized tee shirt and put on this new blouse. I was surprised at how cute it was, and I had to say it looked good on me, though it was tight, showing off my girls a tad too much.
Maybe a size bigger I thought, but then I looked at the off the shoulder thing, and I realized it wouldn’t do, it was more for a date than for a mother-son night out.
“See it’s too young for me,” I said as I exited to the dressing room to find him standing just outside the door.
“It’s perfect. Now let’s go pick out a skirt.”
“A skirt? Jacky this is too tight, too young. I’d look foolish.”
“We’re probably going to some nice places,” he said admonishing me, “filled with young girls, and you’re not going to pull it off dressed like an old woman. Wasn’t I right about your hairstyle? And believe me, you have the looks and figure to wear something like that.”
I stopped in the store, speechless. Now I was convinced that my son had been kidnapped, and this boy was an imposter sent by an alien civilization to infiltrate us.
By the time I reached Jack he had already picked out a skirt, and a little leather miniskirt at that.
“Now I know you’re fucking with me. Come on let’s get out of here.”
“Would you stop, and try this on. You would look so good in this.”
I had the strange feeling that I wasn’t shopping with my son, but my mother. Though in retrospect, I’ve said the same thing so many times to my own two kids.
In a daze I carried the skirt off to the dressing room, kicked off my shorts, and was now in a tight blouse that showed off both my tits and shoulders, and a tight leather miniskirt that showed off plenty of leg. The whole outfit made me look like I was eighteen.
Yet as I stood there looking in that full length mirror, standing on my toes to get an idea how it would look in heels, I saw the young girl that I used to be, or could have been before I got married and had kids, and you know what, she looked good. And I hated to admit it, but sexy too. It had been a long time since I felt sexy. Jack had seduced me.