Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... began massaging me. My legs were parted more than yesterday and if he looked up he would get a very clear look of my black panties...which after only a few seconds he did. He quickly looked away flustered. Over the next couple of minutes, he continued to take quick peeks between my legs as he continued the massage, his face redder than hell itself. I purposely would open and close my legs slightly to distract him. As he switched feet, I asked, "So, how was school today?" He sighed, "Boring as usual." "Any hotties on the horizon?" "Not even on the radar," he replied, his confidence still non-existent. "Why not?" I asked, letting out a soft moan from his massage, adding, "you sure have the magic touch with your hands." Surprised by the compliment, he stammered, "R-r-really?" "Yes really, you have me so relaxed now," I said, allowing another moan to escape my lips. Just then my cell phone rang and I cursed to myself. I grabbed it and was asked if I could show a house in twenty minutes. I agreed and sighed, reluctantly getting up and saying, "Did you know that tomorrow is Nude Day?" "It is?" he asked. "Yep. I wonder how average people celebrate Nude Day?" I asked, my smile implying something naughty. "I-um-I don't know," he answered, clearly rattled by the odd question. At the door, I paused and asked, "While I am gone, why don't you check that Literotica site and read some of those contest stories and see what regular people do." His mouth dropped like it would hit the floor, ...

... and I turned and left, a new plan formulating in my mind. ********** The next day, I scheduled myself off from 3 o'clock on, declining a 4 o’clock showing, determined to finish seducing my son. I got home, showered, dressed in only white thigh highs and an apron to cover my freshly shaved cunt, and started cleaning the house. At 4 o'clock, I put the casserole in the oven and was just making a salad when Michael came home. When he walked in the kitchen, he froze as he stared at me, my voluptuous breasts barely concealed by the apron. I asked, “Did you know what today is?” He paused, trying to comprehend the strange sight of his mother almost naked. “Um....” I explained, "It is Nude Day.” “There is a Nude Day?” he asked, still processing. “Yes there is silly,” I flirted, before adding, “Michael, you are eighteen and old enough to celebrate Nude Day with your Mother. So all clothing is forbidden." Silence lingered for a while until he stammered, "M-m-mom, this is weird." I pouted, drawing him in, “Don’t you want to celebrate Nude Day with me? Or is your Mother to old?” He stammered, “N-n-no home that is not it. It is just strange.” "Is it?" I shrugged. "I find it very liberating. It has been years since I went without panties.” I quickly lifted the apron to give him a quick flash of my pussy. "B-b-but you are my M-m-mom," he said, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening, his bulging pants already revealing the impact my body had on him. "And you are my son. I have ...