The other night I had to change things. If you read my first story, you’ll remember I mentioned that I had found my sons stash of incest porn in the basement when I was working out and also how I noticed one night when he had taken me out to dinner, how he couldn’t take his eyes of my legs. Even though I’ve been getting all the great sex I could ever want, I’ve been thinking about that a lot. Did my son want to actually fuck me or was he just being appreciative of my well toned legs. I just had to find out.
My son Shane is 34, married to Michelle, who’s a complete and utter bitch. She obviously married him because he had a very well paid job and she wouldn’t have to work. I’ll try not to talk about her too much, but it’s enough to say that there is no love lost between her and me. They have two young children, boy and a girl. I very rarely see them, although they don’t live too far away. But for some reason the bitch doesn’t let them come over. Shane brings them alone sometimes, but, hopefully when their old enough they can come and visit on their own if they want to.
Anyway, back to Shane. He is the area manger of a big insurance company and his area had won the yearly sales award and an all expenses paid big luncheon was being held in London, where awards would be given to him and the major sales reps. This was to include free food, drinks and an overnight stay in a plush hotel. He had asked if Michelle wanted to go, who had of course declined and I’m no fool and accepted on the spot. It was only after I’d put the phone down did I realise what this could mean. I was to be alone with my son overnight. Shane takes after his father in looks, but only looks thankfully. He leads an active social life and is still very athletic. Put it this way, there aren’t too many women, like his wife, who would kick him out of their beds.
When I wasn’t having my head pummelled against the headboard by Richard, I would think about Shane and our trip to London. I thought about his stash of mother/son porn in the basement, the way his eyes had been glued to my legs the other week and I wondered. And me being me, the more I wondered, the more the idea appealed to me. It was just so nasty and perverse I loved it. I knew I was going to try and seduce my son.
I spent the next week going through my wardrobe looking for suitable clothes. I did a number of shopping expeditions for lingerie, new heels and dresses. I know it’s only for one night, but a girl likes to be prepared. I would in fact pack my suitcase like I was going away for a week.
Yesterday morning I spent getting ready. Shane had said that he’s going to drive up to the city. I thought that was a tremendous idea. It would be perfect for me to showcase my legs. I was to wear black silk hold-ups and black 4 inch heels. I’d also be wearing a black thong, but I didn’t envisage him seeing that on the drive up there, but it would make me feel sexy anyway. I’d picked out a short skirt, not mini, but it was a good 4 inches above the knee with a small slit in the side. With my legs crossed it would even reveal my stocking tops. With a white blouse over a half-cut black bra, this is what I’m wearing when Shane arrives at 11am.
“Wow mum. You look fantastic.” he says as he slowly looks me up from top to bottom.
“Thank you dear. Do you like my shoes? I think they’re really cute.” I say giving him reason to look down at my open toed heels and see my red painted toe nails.
“Errr yes I do. Very nice. Are they new?”
“Yes dear. Would you like a coffee or are we in a rush.”
“No rush mum. Coffee would be great.” I notice that he’s still looking at my feet. This just keeps getting better.
“He takes a seat and I observe that he’s sitting not quite next to my normal seat but from where he can see me completely. I’m not one to disappoint. We make small talk and chat about the kids, neither one of us mentions his wife, which is good. As I walk about my kitchen my heels click loudly on the ceramic tiles. I can see how much this is distracting him and find every excuse to do so.
Coffee made I sit down and continue talking about anything that comes to mind. Mostly about what’s happening today. I actually gush about how excited I am about today and then everything became so much better.
“Oh mum,” he said as he watched my long nails run over the top of my knee, “When the office made the booking for the hotel it was assumed that Michelle would be coming with me. By the time I realised, I had them try to change from a double to two singles but it was too late. I’m sorry, but we’ll need to share a room. That be ok?”
“Oh honey, don’t look so worried. That will be just fine. You’re my son, there’s no reason at all why a mother and son shouldn’t sleep together.” I was watching his face as I said this. His eyes went from my lips, to my bust and then down to my crossed legs.
“Great. Shall we make a move?” he said as he noticed me watching him. I, of course, was overjoyed. My plans just got a hell of a lot easier. It was in fact, perfect. I thought I’d only have a limited time to use my charms on him, but now we were going to be in the same room and it sounds like the same bed. It just doesn’t get any better than that for a woman like me.
We go to the front door and he retrieves my suitcase. “Bloody hell mum, we’re only going overnight. What you got in here?”
“Honey, every woman likes to be prepared. Besides, I couldn’t make up my mind what to wear, so I brought a few options. Now, is the car open?” he reached into his pocket for his key fobby thing and I heard the beep and saw the lights flashing. Grabbing my coat I headed out, leaving him with my case. By the time he got in I was settled. My legs were crossed and I’d made sure I was showing a good length of thigh. My blouse wasn’t so tight that I wasn’t able to pull it away and with the help of undoing another button I was showing some serious cleavage. Shane didn’t miss either one and I could see him looking even as he pushed the button to start the car.
I don’t know too much about cars but I’ve always loved travelling in this one. It’s big and roomy and very plush. I’m able to stretch and relax. It’s almost like being on a sun-lounger. Finally we’re on our way. The 2 hour drive is pretty much uneventful. He is still giving me leering looks, although I can tell he’s trying to be very discreet about it. Of course I’m helping him along. Constantly running my nails along my thighs, occasionally scratching a titty, I need to be careful, I can’t have him so distracted that we have an accident. Sometimes I hear a truck blowing their horn as we pass, I appreciate the gesture but Shane accelerates until we’re far away from them. In 2 hours and 15 minutes we pull into the underground car park of the hotel. We made our up way to the front desk.