Since my divorce, I’ve been embracing my newfound freedom and sexuality. I’m a 45-year-old mom, and I feel sexier than ever. I love going out to clubs, drinking, and having casual sex. But lately, I’ve found a new source of enjoyment: teasing my 18-year-old son, Jake.
Ever since I started, I’ve noticed a change in our dynamic. He spends more time with me, and he’s become calmer and more helpful around the house. The sluttier I dress, the better he behaves. I wear tight sports bras that show my thong lines, low-cut tops that display my cleavage, and short dresses that ride up when I bend over. I know he enjoys it, I’ve caught him looking multiple times, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desire.
One day, I decided to take it a step further. I was vacuuming the living room, wearing a pair of short shorts and a cropped tank top. I bent over to plug in the vacuum, making sure my ass was facing Jake, who was sitting on the couch. I could feel his eyes on me, and it sent a thrill down my spine.
“Mom, do you need help with that?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I stood up and turned to face him, a smirk on my lips. “No, I’ve got it, sweetheart. But you can help me with something else later,” I said, winking at him.
He blushed, a small smile playing on his lips. “Okay, Mom.”
As the days went on, my teasing became more frequent and more daring. I would “accidentally” flash him when changing, or I would run my hands through my hair, arching my back to accentuate my breasts. I knew he was enjoying it, and I loved the power it gave me.
One evening, after a particularly trying day, I decided to take a bath. I filled the tub with hot water and bubbles, and as I was about to undress, I had an idea. I left the door slightly ajar and called out to Jake, who was in his room.
“Jake, can you bring me a towel? I left mine in the laundry room,” I said, my voice sweet and innocent.
He hesitated for a moment before responding, “Sure, Mom. I’ll be right there.”
I heard his footsteps approaching, and I quickly undressed, slipping into the tub just as he entered the bathroom. He froze when he saw me, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. I smiled at him, a slow, seductive smile.
“Thanks for the towel, sweetheart,” I said, taking it from him and drying my arm slowly, seductively. “You can go now.”
He nodded, his cheeks flushed, and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him. I could hear his rapid breathing, and I knew he was turned on. I felt a rush of power and satisfaction. I was enjoying this way too much.
But was it wrong? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that it felt good, and Jake seemed to enjoy it too. Maybe it was a phase, or maybe it was our little secret. Either way, I wasn’t ready to stop just yet.
OMG, it’s wonderful.