Back in her bedroom, Patricia wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to wear but she had several options from things she’d bought over the years and had worn with Michael on a few extra sexy occasions. She pulled a chemise out of her dresser. It was pure white, lacy, and practically see-through. She put it on and smoothed it down. Her areolae and nipples, when she looked in the dresser mirror, were quite apparent and she could see a hint of her pubic hair. Perfect, Patricia told herself.
Panties? Patricia asked herself. She smiled wickedly into the mirror. No panties. She pulled out a pair of white, hold-up nylons and sat on the edge of the bed fitting her feet into them and pulling them up, one-by-one. She stood up and looked into the dresser mirror again, lifting her chemise. She liked the contrast between the nylons and the tanned, creamy skin of her upper thighs, and her pussy just above. Patricia hoped her son would, too.
Patricia tapped a well manicured and painted fingernail on her front teeth. Footwear? I can’t go out there and confront Jacob without something on my feet. She went into the walk-in closet and looked through her shoe rack. She picked out a pair of black Marabou Feather Bedroom Shoes with three inch heels and slipped them on. That would raise her up to five feet, ten inches to her son’s six feet, two inches, not that she was concerned about the height difference. She was used to looking up to him and her husband who stood six-feet, one inch tall in his bare feet.
Patricia took in a breath and shivered with desire, thinking of those two, tall, hard-bodied men making a sandwich of her as they both fucked her at the same time. Well, that was the ultimate fantasy. It would be wonderful if she could convince both her husband and her son to make love to her at the same time however, today she was just excited to be seducing her son… she hoped.
Patricia made up the bed before going back into the closet to grab a mid-calf length, black satin robe with long sleeves, which she pulled snugly around herself and tied the sash into a neat bow. Again she checked herself out in the mirror. A bit much for a weekday morning perhaps, she thought, but hopefully the robe, the shoes, and the chemise would all be coming off in a fairly short time. She would be keeping the stockings on. Michael loved it when she wore stockings and assured her that most men loved that look. There was no reason to suppose her son would be any different.
“Okay,” she whispered to herself, “show time.” With that, Patricia opened her bedroom door and walked down the hall to her son’s bedroom. The door was open and his bed was made. She went on into the kitchen and found him looking at the employment section of the newspaper and drinking coffee.
“Good morning Mom,” Jacob said without glancing up.
“Good morning, dear,” Patricia said as she got her favorite coffee mug out of the cupboard and poured herself a cup of coffee. She turned around and leaned her firm ass against the counter. “Going job hunting again?” she asked.