Mom Rebecca and Her Son

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I decided on the latter and after making love with my son and sleeping for a while it was time to get ready for out evening out.

I had bought tickets to a concert for a band that Tom liked (an evening at the theatre would have been my choice but this was not about me) and after both showering I waited for him to come from the bathroom for his torture.

After seeing what he obviously liked, based on his girlie mags, I had been to a store and bought his present for this evening but that wasn’t to be the only gift that I had ready for him.

I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and stood in front of my son. Slowly opening and then dropping the towel I stood naked before him. His face was a picture as he stared between my legs at my totally smooth waxed pussy. All the girls in his magazines had been shaved and I wanted to give him a present. Not only had I shaved myself but I had waxed myself completely so that I was totally hairless and totally smooth.

Tom stared at the cleft that my slightly puffy lips produced. The raised mound as it ran from my flat stomach to disappear between my legs was exposed completely.

“Oh Rebecca, he croaked, you look absolutely beautiful.” he praised me.

Tom recovered his composure and continued to dry himself as I quite nonchalantly laid out my clothes on the bed.

Tom was suddenly transfixed again. I picked up my black garter belt and fastened it around my waist. I may have been inexperienced myself but Tom was just stunned into silence. I made a great play of putting on my stockings. I first drew them over my feet then worked the nylon up my calves and thighs. I was shaking like a leaf, yet I didn’t want my son to know it, as I clasped my suspender straps to my stockings. I played it as cool as I could, all the time knowing that not only was my son being driven into a frenzy but I was also finding this dressing charade incredibly erotic.

I pulled on my tiny black panties and slid them up my legs, I paused in a playful tease just beneath my vagina then to let Tom see me for one last moment before pulling the skimpy material over my smooth mound.

I didn’t really need a bra as I am only 34 years old and my breasts are still hard, high, and they jut out very perkily, however my ‘ensemble’ looked better with one, so I fastened the half cup bra around my breasts marvelling at the wonderful cleavage it produced.

Last but certainly not least, I put on the 4 inch heels that I had bought.

Hesitating to torment Tom even further, I walked around the room in my lingerie. I finished dressing and pulled my ‘little black number’ over my head which finally covered me and hid me from my sons gaze. I tried desperately to make all my movements natural, as though nothing was out of the ordinary in any way.

I had tried on my ‘ensemble’ earlier and at the risk of being conceited, I knew how I looked, I knew what my son had seen and for the first time in my life I felt desirable, I felt sexy and I thought I looked damn good.

Tom was mesmerised and looked a total dork when I took his hand and said,

“Ok darling, shall we go now.”

That evening I did my utmost to make my beloved son’s birthday perfect for him. I had allsorts of ideas in my head about what I thought he would like to do for entertainment after the gig.

They were all irrelevant, my beautiful son had everything he ever wanted. He had his mummy, who he was so desperately in love with, on his arm for the world to see. He knew that she was dressed underneath her dress, in the very manner that he had always fantasized about and he knew that he and mummy would return to their hotel and make love for the entire night.

That night when we returned hand in hand to our hotel I was beginning to have doubts about my approach to our relationship. I was head over heels in love with my son and I had begun to waver in my resolve to keep him at arms length and attempt to retain some form of normalcy to our life.

Tom had called me either Rebecca or Becky for the whole evening and I found it to be incredibly personal and sexy for my son to do this.

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