It’s a son’s job to make his mother happy

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“Probably not.” I shrugged.

“Exactly.” She placed the conventional underwear down. “There’s something that looks interesting.” Mom walked past me and up to another mannequin. This one was dressed in black lingerie, coupled with black garter belt stockings that had little purple ribbons attached to the ends of outfit’s suspenders.

“What do you think of this?” She looked over her shoulder.

“Umm,” I approached her with my hands in my pockets, “…it’s a little provocative, don’t you think?”

Mom looked at me like I was an idiot. “Since when has lingerie not been provocative?”

“Hi. Can I help you two with anything?” A guy dressed in semiformal attire approached us, who wore glasses and who I presumed was gay from the way he spoke.

“Yes you can,” mom looked at his nametag, “…Jacob. I’d like to try this on.”

“Mmm, okay.” The salesman sized up the outfit. “The changing rooms are right over there.” He pointed in their direction.

“Thank you very much.”

Once mom got the lingerie and garter belt stockings in her size, she made her way to the changing rooms. I shook my head as I watched her walk off. Then I took a seat on a circular shaped, black leather couch that was placed next to a squared pillar which had four tall spotless mirrors it.

I also took my smartphone out and noticed I’d received a message from Matt, one of my friends from school. His message spoke about a party that would take place later that night and he wanted to know if I was interested in going with him and a couple of other guys. I texted him back by telling him I was up for it.

I wasn’t in the mood to stay at home, because in the back of my mind I’d constantly be saying; my parents are having sex right now.

“Pssst,” I heard a whisper as I placed my phone back inside my pocket. “Pssst, Nick.” I turned my head and saw mom’s head sticking out from behind the blue curtain of a changing room. “Come here.” She motioned.

I got up and walked over to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Mom shook her head. “I just want you to come in here and tell me what you think.”

I’m pretty sure the facial expression I grew would’ve made an onlooker believe I was talking to someone who belonged in a straightjacket. “Mom…no.” I shook my head.

“C’mon Nick. I could really use a man’s opinion.”

I mulled over her explanation for a few seconds. “Okay, then let me go and get that guy who helped you just now.” I used a thumb to point behind me.

“I don’t want a stranger seeing me half naked. And that guy’s gay.”

“So? Gay guys have got style.”

“He’s still a stranger.”

“Mom.” My shoulders sank. I could see I was losing this battle. “…I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Please Nicholas.” She pouted her rosy lips and batted her crystal blue eyes along with her long eyelashes.

Aww man. I never could turn down a request whenever she made that face. “This is gonna be so weird.” I dropped my head and shook it.

“Oh, stop being a child.” Mom smiled as she slapped my arm. “You’ve seen me in a bathing suit before. This is basically the same thing.”

“Not really,” I muttered. I really didn’t know what had gotten into mom. She’d been acting strange all day. Well, maybe not strange, but she was definitely more upbeat than normal. And she usually wasn’t this open with me. But I just pinned that on her being excited about dad’s arrival. With a sigh I pushed the curtain open and entered her stall.

“So?” Mom stuck her arms out and did a little spin, showing me her half exposed round buttocks before presenting me with her silk and polyester covered sex and B-cup boobs again. I couldn’t put my finger on as to why, but the silk garter belt stockings that hugged her curvy hips and clung to her toned and creamy legs added an extra kind of sauciness to the attire. “What do you think?”

I was amazed; at how sexy she looked! And at the fact that I was finding her sexy! I mean, I’d always known that mom was a good-looking woman, maybe not in a movie star or in a supermodel kind of way, but in the…everyday good-looking woman sense. In fact, she was a milf according to the friends I’d gone to high school with.

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