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THE CRAZY BETTwo older women who might be called cougars, make a bet that could be called perverted. Wendy bets her friend Linda that she can seduce Linda’s son before Linda can. Linda tries to prove her wrong. (MF, inc)*** “You are fucking crazy!” I said in disbelief as I stared at my best friend Wendy through wide eyes.”Well you’ve always known I was nuts Linda,” she grinned back at me “but are you on or not?””Jezzus!” I blurted. “Let me get this straight, you’re betting that you can seduce my son before I can?””You got it hon.” She laughed. “And the stake is three thousand pounds.””Now I know you are crazy,” I said in dismay, “or I am for listening to you. Don’t you think it would be kind of sick of me to seduce my son to win a bet? I have no idea how he’d react if he ever found out.”Mentally I was kicking myself, here I was protesting and making points as though there was anything to discuss about the matter. It wouldn’t, couldn’t happen, not between my son Philip and myself, it was perverse of both of us to even be discussing it. Not that I couldn’t afford the money, but with the prize my own son… no, no way at all.”Aw Lin, you’ve lost the old verve you used to have.” Wendy pouted “I mean, I’m bound to win anyway so I don’t know what you are getting all het up about.””I am not getting het up,” I retorted “it’s just… well… this is my son you are talking about, mothers and sons don’t do such things.””You’d be surprised Lin my old darling,” Wendy laughed “there’s more sons knocking off their mothers than you would believe.””But it’s i*****l!” I gasped “They must be sick in the head to even consider doing such things!””Sure it’s i*****l,” Wendy said in a serious tone “but don’t you go getting on that high horse with me, remember, I know where the figurative bodies are buried.””Oh come on Wendy,” I protested “a bit of grass and a few uppers aren’t in the same class.””Still i*****l and admit it,” she grinned “half the fun of doing the d**gs was the fact they were i*****l.””I guess it was,” I sighed “but d**gs and i****t are two different things entirely.””Why?” was all she said.”Well… i****t involves sex and…” I started out feeling a bit flummoxed.”Hell, doing d**gs involved sex too and as I recall we weren’t too fussy about who, where or how many.” Wendy jumped in “Is that it, all your argument?””Come on,” I defended myself “I hardly expected to be having this conversation, I’m afraid I didn’t research the subjects beforehand. Anyway, he’s u******e so neither of us could seduce him anyway.””Listen to Miss ‘I Lost My Cherry at 14′ protesting about u******ed sex.” Wendy said loudly with a frown “Just when the hell did you change to become such a hypocrite? Or is it just your son that’s not allowed to dip his u******ed wick.””Wendy, keep your voice down.” I hissed across the restaurant table at her “Look, I don’t know why it’s wrong, but damn it I don’t feel comfortable even talking about it.”Sighing I leant back in my chair, I’d had similar conversations with Wendy in the past and this one was going the same way they all had. Gradually Wendy was shredding each and every argument I could put up, backing me into a corner until she got her way. I was determined to hold out this time though, much as I loved my son I had never looked at him in a sexual way, but now I found myself thinking of how tall he was and muscular.’Jesus get a grip!’ I exhorted myself mentally ‘He’s your son, not some hunky k**.’Across the table Wendy was watching me with that grin of hers that drove me up the wall, it was a grin that said ‘I see you thinking about it, won’t be long before you agree’. I’d seen that grin so many times before and I had always gone with Wendy’s crazy schemes in the end. Then I had a thought and one that could change the whole context of the situation.”Just what do you mean by seduce?” I asked my friend.”What else is there to mean,” she laughed “you or I entice him into bed and fuck him. You used to be so good at seducing guys Linda, guess old age is creeping in, you’ve forgotten how I suppose.””I’ll give you ‘old age’!” I retorted in annoyance “Three thousand pounds says I succeed before you do. What’s the time limit, or is there one?””Well I guess if neither of us have got him into out bed within a month” Wendy mused “we never will. So how about a limit of one month from today?””Agreed!” I said firmly.’What the hell are you doing woman?’ my thoughts shouted at me “This is your own son you are talking about seducing!’Yet again I had fallen for Wendy’s ploys, most of the time I loved her as a friend, but there were times, like now, that she drove me crazy. Now the bet was made Wendy knew I would not back out and I knew that she would go all out to seduce my son, much as I loved my friend she had a well deserved reputation as a heartbreaker. I was as much protecting my son from disappointment by trying to seduce him first, or at least keeping him distracted enough so Wendy couldn’t succeed in her seduction, at least that’s how I was justifying it to myself. While my friend, having got her way, again, switched subjects to a recent piece of scandal that had come her way I listened with only half my attention, the other half was occupied with figuring out just how I was supposed to get my son interested in me.”Hey, Earth to Linda!” Wendy was laughing “Did you hear one word I’ve been saying?””Uh, yeah,” I blushed having been caught lost in thought “you were going on about Marg and her new toy-boy.””So you were listening,” she grinned “and I thought you were concentrating on ‘other’ things. Anyway, I heard this from Betty, who got it from a friend, seems the toy-boy is spreading his favours around a certain other member of the household…”Once Wendy got into one of her ‘scandals’ I had always found the best thing to do was to tune out, as long as I nodded, laughed or looked ‘shocked’ at the appropriate points she never noticed that I wasn’t actually listening. Looking across the table at Wendy I gave a silent sigh, she and I were the same age, but whereas I looked my forty-five years Wendy seemed to be younger, much younger. It could have been her make-up, her clothes, her hair style or a combination of all these things, but I had this feeling that strip her naked, wash off the make-up and mess up the hair she would still look younger than me. In this respect she certainly had a head start on me.”…then the white rabbit said ‘time for tea’, they all sat…””What?” I blurted out in total confusion.”Well I thought if you didn’t want to hear the gossip” Wendy chuckled “I’d recite from Alice In Wonderland, at least it got your attention.””Look Wendy,” I sighed “you’re right, my mind’s not all here tonight. I think I’ll go home and get an early night.””An early start on our bet more like.” She laughed.”Wendy!” I starred at her.”Oh come on Lin,” she grinned “I can almost see the cogs turning, but I have the unfair advantage of these little ‘ladies'” she pushed up her large tits to show which ‘ladies’ she was talking about “and I’m prettier, plus the biggest advantage of all, I don’t have that mother son guilt shit to worry about.”‘Shit!’ I cursed mentally “What a cow, but she’s right on all points!'”Well I’ll just have to try harder is all.” I said trying to sound cool, calm and collected, I don’t think she bought it though.After a few more pleasantries and little digs we parted, me to go home to my son, her to go home to get herself set to seduce my son. Normally I’d have got a cab from the restaurant, but I needed to think and so I walked home, my mind seething and reeling with ideas that I rejected one after the other.”Shit!” I said loudly ignoring the sudden shocked looks of an old couple passing nearby.I reached home with absolutely no clue as to how I could seduce my own son and the absolute certainty that Wendy was going to win the bet, leaving me to pick up the emotional pieces of my son she’d leave in her wake. Cursing myself for a fool for letting myself get suckered into one of Wendy’s crazy schemes yet again I went inside.The house was in darkness, since it was well after ten at night this meant that my son was either asleep in his room or had snuck out to a friends house, if the latter I was going to read him the riot act when he got back. Slipping upstairs I checked on his room and was relieved to find the riot act wouldn’t be needed, he was asleep on top of the covers of the bed and I took the opportunity to look at him not as a mother would, but as woman would.Philip was 15 and looked his young age as he lay sleeping, mind you he was a big lad for his age, already topping six foot and heavily muscled. I have to admit that if I hadn’t been his mother there would have been no hesitation, I’d have taken him to my bed in an instant, but I was his mother and I was having trouble with the thought of trying to get my son in my bed. Sighing I went over to the bed, pulled a sheet over his sleeping form, and yes I admit it, I did look at his groin and wonder what lay hidden inside his pyjamas.Kissing him on the forehead I turned and left the room, heading back downstairs I went into the living room and poured myself a large gin to steady my trembling hands. Glancing across the room I saw my reflection in the display mirror beside the mantle.”Another fine mess you’ve got yourself into Linda Watts.” I said to my reflection “I mean look at you, compared to Wendy you are an old hag. What the hell am I talking to you for, you’re only a reflection!”I suppose I was being harsh on myself, for forty-five I was still fairly attractive, my figure was still 36-28-36 and firm, well firmish, okay I was a little softer than in my youth, there were only a few streaks of grey starting to show in my hair and a few wrinkles on my face, neck and wrists. I had never been what could be called a ‘great beauty’, but men had always found me attractive. Sighing I finished my drink and went to bed.***When I woke it was with a pounding head, all I felt like doing was hiding under the covers and sleeping off my hangover, instead I forced myself out of bed. After some aspirin and a shower I felt semi-human again, wrapped in an old housecoat I went downstairs to find my son making breakfast for both of us.”Morning mum,” he greeted me with a grin “here, I think you need this.”He held out a cup of strong, black coffee which I took gratefully. Sinking into a chair at the kitchen table I groaned and swore off drinking… again.”Who the hell can that be?” I groaned as the doorbell rang.”I’ll get it.” Philip chuckled.A few minutes later Wendy walked in the kitchen door with my son a step behind her, he looked flushed and excited and it was no wonder. Wendy was dressed in sheer black blouse, short mini-skirt and 3 inch heels, under the blouse she had on a flimsy lace bra, her tits and nipples were clearly visible. Dressed in a scruffy housecoat, fluffy slippers, my hair limp and damp and with no make-up on I felt like a right frump.’Oh the bitch!’ I thought to myself ‘She knows I have nothing like that in my wardrobe!'”Uh morning Wendy,” I greeted her with a half smile “what brings you round so early?”As if I didn’t know!”Just passing.” She replied with a wink “Thought I’d pop in to see how you are this morning and of course to see how Philip is getting on. I haven’t seen you for ages young man.”The cow took hold of one of my son’s arms and was hugging it to her boob, I don’t know what he was thinking, but his eyes seemed glued to her nipples. She was certainly going all out to win the bet and I just didn’t have the body or the clothes to beat her at this game. Then an idea came to me that might move the advantage to me, I might not be able to do much about my body, but I could certainly do something about the clothes and by getting Philip to help me choose the clothes I’d hopefully get his attention off Wendy.”Ages?” Philip mumbled staring at Wendy’s large boobs “I saw you yesterday when you came to get mum.””Well it seems ages.” Wendy laughed “You know, I just had a marvellous idea, why don’t I pick you up tomorrow and we’ll have a day out together.”‘DAMN IT!’ I screamed silently ‘Bang goes my idea.'”Uh… I don’t think I can.” Philip answered slowly “Not tomorrow. Sorry.”‘YES!’ I crowed silently.”Oh, that’s a pity,” Wendy pouted “I has some rather ‘nice’ ideas of things to do.””Maybe another day?” he responded “Maybe one day next week, the school hols start then.””As long as it’s soon sweetie.” Wendy grinned and blew him a kiss “And now I must love you and leave you. You stay there and recover Linda dear, Philip can show me out.”My son went out with Wendy while I sat cursing Wendy silently, best friend or not, she was really pushing it by coming round at seven in the morning all dressed to thrill. As the minutes passed I started tapping my fingers on the table top, the pace increasing as five minutes became six, then seven. Ten minutes had passed before my son returned from seeing Wendy out and one glance was enough to tell me that Wendy had said a special farewell to him. He seemed to be a bit dazed, his hair was mussed and I could see traces of lipstick on his lips and cheek.”Better get a move on,” I said forcing my voice not to quiver “you did say you wanted to get to school early today.””Hmmm?” he responded distractedly “Oh, yeah, I’d better get moving.””SHIT!” I swore once my son had left the room.Whatever I might have thought about the idea of i****t to start with I was now determined to make Wendy at least work for her victory. I was under no illusion that I could win the bet, but if I could keep Philip distracted and out of Wendy’s clutches for a month the bet would be void. If I could even get his attention that is. He had certainly been fascinated by her boob show and I had no doubt that she had put all she had into her parting kiss, she’d probably hinted at more of the same when they went out.”Damn it.” I muttered not hearing Philip come back into the kitchen.”What’s up mum?” his voice sounded right behind me making me jump.”Jees… Philip are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I sighed “You off?””I’ve got a few minutes before I need to get going,” he grinned “but you didn’t answer my question, what’s up mum?”I could hardly tell him I was cursing because of the head start my best friend had in wining a bet to get him into bed, so I sort of fibbed.”I was just thinking how frumpy I looked beside Wendy.” I sighed laying what I hoped would be a foundation to get him to help me choose ‘sexier’ clothing.”Oh mum,” he laughed “you’d look just as good if you made an effort. Anyway, I still love you.””And I love you Philip.” I grinned then put on a thoughtful look “Do you bursa escort bayan really think I’d look as good in those type of clothes?””Yeah, sure I do.” He replied while delving into the fridge for some juice.”Well then,” I said holding back a grin “how about helping me buy some then.”From inside the fridge there came a banging sound, a moment later he turned to look at me rubbing the back of his head.”Uh yeah, okay, if you like.” He said uncertainly “Anyway, got to dash mum, see you later.”With a quick peck on my cheek he was out the door leaving me to curse myself for playing games with my son. After another coffee I went about the daily round of household chores, as I cleaned and dusted my mind wandered over the consequences of the bet I’d made, or, more accurately, been backed into.That evening I think I must have been a bit distracted because my son asked me if I was ‘okay’ more than a few times. Though I reassured him I was fine I doubt he believed it as he seemed to be near me all evening, almost as though keeping an eye on me.***Saturday morning found me wide awake at five in the morning, I tried to get back to sleep, but just couldn’t. I suppose I was nervous abut what I had planned for the day. In the end I got out of bed and almost tiptoed to the bathroom so that I wouldn’t disturb my son, going through the morning ritual of toilet and shower seemed to ease my nerves a little. This morning I dried and brushed my hair carefully, from my wardrobe I chose a light dress in the knowledge that sunshine made it sort of see through, well it let you see an outline through the material. Not having any lacy bras I chose the lightest one I could find then added the smallest pair of panties I had and a pair of self grip stockings to the ensemble. Last of all I applied make-up to my face, nothing garish, but enough to show I’d made an effort.When I looked at myself in the full length mirror I was quite pleased with what I saw, okay, it wasn’t a raving beauty in the mirror, but the woman there could certainly turn a head or two.”God you are getting vain in your old age Linda.” I snorted at my reflection.A sound in the corridor told me that my son was up and about, glancing at the clock I saw that it was still only six thirty and I wondered what had him out of bed so early. Smiling once more at my reflection I left the bedroom and headed down to the kitchen, I felt too excited or nervous for food, but I certainly needed some coffee.”Morning mum.” Philip greeted me as he breezed into the kitchen and made a bee-line for the fridge.Then he paused and looked at me as though doing a double take.”Morning dear.” I smiled at his surprised expression “Something the matter dear?””Uh, no.” he seemed to shake himself “No, I was just thinking how pretty you are looking today.””Why thank you.” I smiled while giving myself a mental high five.He resumed his course to the fridge while I sipped at my coffee feeling less nervous and more excited. Philip grabbed some juice and sat on the edge of the table to sip it straight from the carton, normally I’d pull him up on this, but this morning I let it slide.”So what’s the plan?” my son asked suddenly.”Pardon?” I replied with a guilty conscience.”Where are we going,” he said “you know, for the clothes shopping?””Oh, yes, that.” I almost sighed “I thought we’d go into the centre.””Okay.” He nodded “I guess there’s a few places there to look at.”Knowing how hard it was to get a parking space at the centre I shooed my son out the door at eight, unfortunately this meant a forty minute wait for the shops to actually open, but at least we got a space to park in. To kill time we did a little window shopping, which was sort of fortuitous.”That’s new.” My son commented pointing out a shop off the main concourse.We went to have a look in the window, only the window was opaque, across the centre of it was the shop name ‘Mirabelle’s’ which told us nothing about the place. Philip noticed there were some opening hours pinned in the doorway, I was surprised to see that the shop wouldn’t open until ten and said so, he just shrugged. We were curious about this shop and I made a mental note to come back to it later just to find out what they sold. So we wandered back into the centre proper and killed the remaining time until the shops opened by sipping at some rather vile coffee in a McDonalds.”Let battle commence.” My son grinned as we left the McDonalds.I had to laugh at his alluding to shopping as a battle, but I suppose in a way he was right, especially if there were sales on. We started out in a ‘Next’ store and I was actually enjoying looking at the blouses and skirts, from time to time my son would suggest something, but they were usually opaque creations that were nice but not ‘NICE’.”Mum,” he finally said sounding a little exasperated “give me a clue, just what is it you are looking for, that way I might just pick out something right for a change.””Sorry love,” I sighed “I wanted something like Wendy was wearing yesterday.””You mean…” he said with his voice rising a pitch “you really meant what you said about showing off all you’ve got?””Well,” I blushed slightly in embarrassment “yes. I just thought I’d try a change of look for a while.””Fine by me mum,” he grinned “but in that case we are looking at the wrong racks.”He led me across to a set of racks further into the shop, as we passed a couple of very young assistants I wondered why they weren’t helping the customers instead of standing around chatting and giggling. Anyway, the racks Philip had led me to did indeed contain the sheer blouses similar to the one Wendy had been wearing, some even more sheer and as I stared at these I had doubts about them suiting me. Worse I had doubts that I could wear such things.”Hmmm,” I frowned feeling my nerve going “do you think these are really me Philip?””Sure,” he said holding up a white blouse so sheer that it almost wasn’t there “why not? How about his one mum?””Oh my,” I breathed “there’s nothing of it! I doubt it…””Well I think you’d look good in it.” He sighed as he turned to return it to the rack.”Not so fast,” I said “let me see that thing.”He handed over the blouse and I felt the material, whatever it was the feel of it was nice and I had said I wanted sheer. My son was browsing through the racks again, I was just about to tell him I’d take the blouse when Philip turned with two others just as sheer in his hands, one in black the other in red. I took these from him and studied them, it suddenly struck me that he had picked out blouses in my size and I did wonder how he knew my size.”These will do for now.” I laughed as he started looking for more.”Okay,” he grinned “so what next.””Skirts I think.” I said.”Over there.” He pointed at some racks near to where the sales assistants were standing tittering amongst themselves.We headed that way and I have to admit that my son had more idea about what to choose than I did, though they did seem a little risqu the three skirts I finally chose would indeed go well with the blouses. Just then I heard one of the young assistants make a comment that sounded a lot like ‘when will these old farts learn that they look like mutton dressed up as lamb in our stuff.’, I felt both upset and annoyed by the girl’s comment. Not that I got the chance to say anything because the next voice I heard was my son’s.”Kindly get the manager.” He was saying firmly.”What, get lost k**.” The sales girl that had made the comment replied.”Either you get the manager right now or I start shouting for him or her.” My son persisted.”Oh very well!” the girl huffed then went into the back of the store.”Philip,” I asked in a low voice “what the hell are you doing?””What I think should have been done a long time ago.” Was his cryptic reply.The assistant reappeared with a slightly older woman, by older I mean mid-twenties rather than in her teens.”I believe you were quite insistent about seeing me?” the woman said looking at me.”No,” Philip spoke firmly “I was.””I see.” The manageress said taking on a superior air “And how may I help you.””By telling me how you can employ individuals such as this one,” my son said bluntly and pointing at the assistant “bad enough that out of three assistants not one could be bothered to offer their paid assistance to a customer. But when those self same assistants start tittering and making comments about the customer I think it time to talk to the management, wouldn’t you.””Well,” the manageress seemed a little flustered now “yes, I guess I would, but surely they didn’t converse loud…””Loud enough for me to hear most of their gibes,” my son interrupted her “and the last laughing comment was loud enough to both be heard around the shop and to cause upset to my mother. And for your information” Philip said loudly turning to face the assistant that had made the comment “my mother is not an ‘an old fart’ and she would have looked a damn sight better in the clothes she’d selected than you could ever hope to, so if that’s ‘mutton dressed up as lamb’ then I will take mutton over you any day!””Oh,” the manageress said as it dawned on her that the customer actually had a valid point “I can only apologise sir, madam and assure you that…””You can assure all you like,” Philip interrupted her again “I just wanted you to know why you have lost a couple of hundred pounds worth of sale. Dump that lot on the counter mum, you aren’t shopping here and I’ll be spreading the word about this place, never fear.”I couldn’t believe how forceful my son was being, but he was right, the assistants had seemed disinterested in helping their customers and I had been really hurt by the girl’s comments. So I dumped the stuff on the counter and turned to follow my son out then turned back to look at the assistant that had caused my son’s explosion.”Young lady,” I said as disdainfully as I could “I would have thought someone with raging acne would have been the last person in a position to cast judgement on others.”It was mean of me I know, but there was also a great deal of satisfaction in seeing her showing the same hurt her words had caused me. Philip was laughing as I joined him.”Way to go mum,” he laughed loudly “that told her.””But I was rather mean, don’t you think?” I sighed.”Mean!” he said raising his eyebrows “I’d call that restrained, me I’d have commented on her buck teeth, squint and greasy hair. Anyway, where next?”***His comments lifted my spirits and as we headed for the next boutique he lifted them even more with light conversation and the occasional hug. Inside the next place the story couldn’t have been more different, no sooner had we set foot inside than an assistant was with us. She listened while I tried to explain what I was after and then listened again when my son explained it all without hesitations and blushes.”Okay,” the assistant smiled “I think I know just what you’re looking for, please come this way.”We followed her to a display off to one side of the shop where, sure enough, we found sheer blouses and short skirts. In fact we found an even wider range to choose from than in the ‘Next’ store, not only that but the assistant was even pulling out stuff to show me that was much better than in the other place.”Does madam want to try some of these on?” she asked.”Can I?” I responded with surprise.”Of course.” The woman smiled.With half a dozen blouses and five skirts I followed the assistant to a changing room, she smiled as she stepped out. Lord was I glad to be alone in there, those blouses were so sheer that they hid nothing, every line and pattern on my bra was clearly visible, but at the same time I must admit that I did like the look. As for the skirts, most were just fine, shorter than I normally wore, but that just meant I showed off more leg and I had always thought my legs were my best features, but there was one skirt that was so short it barely covered my groin and buttocks. I was putting that particular skirt aside to give back to the assistant when I remembered that it had been my son that had chosen it, I paused and looked at the skirt remembering his smile when I didn’t reject it out of hand. Well if my son wanted to see his mother in such a short skirt so be it, I grinned, after all the whole point of the exercise was to get my son interested in me as a woman and not just as his mother.”I’ll take these.” I said to the young assistant when I went to the counter with the three blouses and skirts I’d finally selected.”Madam will look wonderful in them,” she smiled with sincerity “you have the figure and the looks to wear such clothing.””Why thank you.” I beamed at her.”Uh, if you don’t mind me asking,” the young girl said in a lower voice “did you want to get the full effect of these items?””Full effect?” I was puzzled at first, then the penny dropped “Oh, yes, I was planning on showing a little to my… uh, boyfriend.””Then can I suggest a visit to Mirabelles, they’ve only opened recently,” the girl said lowering her voice even more “but they do a wonderful range of lingerie, amongst other things.””Thanks for the tip.” I grinned as I gathered up my bags “Now where’s that son of mine got to?”Where indeed. I hadn’t seen him since I’d gone into the changing room, I looked around until I spotted him, my happy smile froze on my face when I saw him talking to Wendy.”… must be about done by now,” Wendy was saying as I approached them “I’m sure she won’t mind you coming along with… Oh, hi Linda, I was just saying to Philip that you wouldn’t mind if he came along with me for the rest of the day.””It’s up to Philip,” I sighed knowing I was about to lose out to her yet again “I would like his help, but if he wants to go with you that’s okay by me.”My son was standing almost between us looking from one of us to the other in what looked to be confusion, then he smiled and looked at Wendy while I gave an inner groan.”Sorry Wendy,” he said to my surprise and Wendy’s “I did promise to help mum out and I like to keep my promises.””I understand honey,” Wendy replied through almost gritted teeth “how about we go out on Monday?””Okay,” Philip answered her with a smile “I’ll look forward to that.”Wendy said her farewells, which included a full kiss with tongue for my son, and departed. My son watched her leave and shook his head then looked at me.”I’ll take some of those.” He said indicating the bags I was carrying “So where to now?””A shoe shop,” I smiled as I handed him half the bags “there’s one just over there.”When we went into the shoe shop I instantly spotted what I was after, high heel shoes. I didn’t have any at home and that was because the damned things killed my arches, escort bursa but now I was fighting for my son and my arches could just complain away.”Mum,” Philip sighed when he saw what I was after “you know those things make your feet ache.””I know, but they do make a woman’s legs look better.” I smiled back.”If you say so,” he said as though disbelieving it “but I don’t think much of them myself.”I could tell by the tone of his voice that he really meant what he said, frowning I looked at the display of high heels then back at my son.”So what do you suggest?” I asked.”Me?” he sounded surprised “Well those low open toed shoes over there look very nice.”I looked at the shoes he was indicating and was impressed by his choice, the had all the features and elegance of high heels without the heel, I knew I could wear them comfortably. It was the work of a moment to try on the display pair, lord did they feel comfortable and they looked very good, so I collared an assistant and bought a pair in red and another pair in black. Apart from undergarments I’d bought all I needed to at least put up a show against Wendy.”It’s after ten mum,” Philip said appearing by my side again “that shop should be open by now.””Shop?” I said a little puzzled at first “Oh, that Mira… whatever it’s called.””Mirabelles.” He offered.”That’s it.” I grinned “The girl in the other shop mentioned that place too. Come on, let’s go have a look.”We made our way to Mirabelles all set to have a browse, yes, the place was open, but they would only let over 18’s inside. Philip seemed unconcerned about this and encouraged me to go inside on my own, but the whole point of the shopping trip was to get him thinking about me in sexier clothing.”But…” I protested.”Mum,” he interrupted before I could say more “just go and look around for both of us, you can tell me all about the place later. While you’re in there I’ll be looking around that second hand book place across the street.””Oh, alright.” I sighed “Meet you back here.”He grinned and went off to look at the shop he’d pointed out while I went into Mirabelles. My eyes nearly popped out when the first thing I saw was a display stand full of vibrators… all sizes, shapes and colours!”Oh my!” I breathed as it dawned on me that the place was a sex shop.I’d never been in a shop like this and I felt a little embarrassed about being there, nevertheless I went further into the shop and was relieved to see lingerie further back in the place. Browsing through the racks I wondered just who bought some of these things, I mean a pair of panties that looked more like shoe strings couldn’t be comfortable, could it?”That’s a thong madam.” A voice at my shoulder said quietly.”Oh!” I gasped in surprise as I turned to look at the woman that had seemingly appeared from nowhere “Did I look that puzzled?””Just a little.” She smiled “Are you just browsing or was there something specific you were looking for?””Well, I was looking for some underwear to go with some blouse and skirts I’ve just bought.” I replied.She had me describe the blouses and skirts, smiled, nodded her head and guided me to another rack which held just what I had been looking for. Fingering fine lacy bra and panty sets I smiled at the thought of my son’s face when he saw me in the gossamer undergarments. With the help of the assistant it didn’t take me long to pick a couple of sets, but I was still curious about the other clothes.”Do people really buy things like that thong?” I asked the woman.”Oh yes,” she smiled “and not just young girls. The only thing with the thong is that you need to shave for it to have the full effect.””Hmmm,” I frowned “the shaving part I don’t mind, it’s the itching that comes later I hate.””So do I,” She laughed “which is why I shave every other day, it keeps the itching at bay and my husband adores it. Why don’t you have a browse while I wrap these for you.”She went off to bag up the undergarments I was buying while I took another look at what I can only call ‘playwear’. There were some lovely garments, many were diaphanous, others with strategic peek-a-boo panels designed to tease, but I kept coming back to the thongs, they fascinated me for some reason. In the end I picked out a little black thong and headed for the counter.”I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try one of these.” I smiled shyly at the assistant.She smiled as she rang up my purchases.”Don’t forget you need to shave to wear the thong,” she reminded me as I was set to leave “and a shaved vagina looks good in the underwear you chose too.”Thanking her I left the shop, I had been in the place longer than I’d planned and I was expecting to find my son waiting impatiently for me, only there was no sign of him. Crossing the street I went to the book shop he had said he was going to, but when I looked through the window I couldn’t see him inside. Puzzled and a little concerned I looked up and down the street wondering where he had got to. Behind me a bell rang, a door closed and the bell tinkled again, turning I saw my son coming out of the book shop doorway with a paper bag in his hand that obviously held a book.”Where were you?” I asked in confusion “I looked through the window and didn’t see you inside.””There’s an upstairs to the place.” He grinned “I was browsing up there. Did you get everything you wanted?””I did.” I smiled “Let’s go home.”The trip home was strangely quiet, I’m not sure what my son was thinking about, but my mind was certainly occupied by the garments I’d purchased and how I was going to let my son see me in them. I glanced across at him while we sat at traffic lights, he seemed lost in thought, as the lights changed I tried to think of some way to subtly show myself off to my son in my new, more daring clothes. Of course, if I had been more like Wendy I would just change into one of the outfits as soon as we got home, only I didn’t have her sheer nerve. I still had no idea how to go about showing off my clothes by the time we got home.Philip helped me carry all the bags inside and up to my room, he grinned at me as he headed for his room with his book. It took me a few minutes to unpack all the bags and remove the shop labels, the last thing out of a bag was the thong. Leaving the clothes laid out on the bed I set about the ritual Saturday chores, all the while thinking of ways to show myself off to my son.Later that evening, as we sat in the living room listening to some music on the hi-fi my son gave me the very opening I had been trying to work out all day.”So when do I get to see some of these things you bought?” he asked with a mischievous smile.”Would you really like to see me in those things?” I asked with a grin.”Of course.” He laughed.”Okay then,” I smiled as I stood up “you shall see me in them, all of them. How about a fashion show?””Sounds great!” he replied enthusiastically.”In that case I’m going to have a shower first.” I said as I left the room “Don’t go away now.””Wild horses couldn’t drag me away!” he laughed.Shaving my pussy was quite an arousing experience in itself, starting with clipping off all the long hairs then carefully shaving away all that remained until my pussy was as smooth as silk. My shower was slow and relaxing, it also seemed to add to my arousal, I felt a little guilty about getting turned on so. Part way through my shower I was sure I heard the doorbell sound, but I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was sure my son would call me if we did have visitors. Finishing my shower I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, soon I was heading back to my bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me. As I crossed the hall I heard voices from downstairs, puzzled I paused then went to the top of the stairs.”… sure you don’t want me to get mum?” my son was saying.”No,” came Wendy’s voice “don’t disturb her, it was you I came to see anyway.”‘THE BITCH!’ I screamed silently seeing all my plans going out the window.”Me?” my son responded to Wendy.”Of course honey,” Wendy said, her voice dripping sex “after all, you are a handsome hunk. I was wondering if you fancied coming out for a drive with me.”I was seething at the top of the stairs, but I didn’t dare go downstairs or call out to let them know I was there.”Oh… uh…” my son sounded confused “I wish you’d telephoned first Wendy, I could have saved you a trip, I’m meeting some friends online tonight.”I was surprised to hear my son lying to Wendy, but at the same time I could have kissed him for it.”Oh well, not to worry.” Wendy sounded miffed, after all, it’s not often she gets turned down “I’ll give you a call tomorrow so we can sort out a day we can go out together.””I’ll look forward to that.” My son answered.I heard Wendy say her goodbye, the next thing I heard was heavy breathing and I knew she had put the move on him again and was kissing him for all she was worth. This made me grin since she was leaving and if she got my son all excited it was me that would be there to take advantage of it. A few minutes later I heard the front door close and with a triumphant grin I went to my room to get myself tarted up for my son. First off I did my hair in a pony tail, next I put on make-up, this time I applied some more daring colours, a bright red lipstick, light blue eye-shadow and some rouge.Picking out the red bra and panty set I put them on, the feel of the filmy material on my skin was a surprisingly sensual sensation and when I looked at myself in the mirror I was surprised to see that my nipples were already hard. I dug a pair of red self-grip stockings out of my stocking drawer and put them on, next came the red blouse, a look in the mirror told me that I was clearly on display even though I was clothed. Putting on the red leather look skirt I felt more than a little excited by how much of my legs were on display, the skirt was way shorter than anything I had worn in the past.Glancing at the bed I saw the third skirt I’d bought, it was the shortest of the three and I decided that I would save that until last. Last of all I put on the red pair of shoes, made one last check in the mirror and headed downstairs.”Ready for the show to begin?” I called out before I got to the living room.”Am I ever!” my son called back.Just before I entered the room the cd player started playing some rather sensuous music and I wondered how long my son had spent choosing the music. Smiling I stepped into the room and struck a pose, my son’s reaction was everything I could have wished for, his eyes looked me up and down, hovering over my boobs and following my legs from skirt hem to ankle then back again.”Wow!” he breathed “You look gorgeous!”I felt myself blush a little at his adoration of me, at the same time I felt a mixture of excitement and guilt. The guilt was understandable, what I was trying to do was not the accepted kind of thing a mother does with her son, namely try to seduce him, but my guilt also came from my own feelings of excitement. As I did a little twirl I felt at odds with myself, but my son kept continued to praise me and I let myself relax a little.”You like this outfit then?” I asked with a cheeky grin.”You bet.” He laughed.”Well I’d better show you the next one then.” I laughed and danced out of the room.It didn’t take me long to change into the black version of the undergarments, blouse, skirt, stockings and shoes, though I was a bit surprised to find that the red panties were a little damp when I took them off. As I checked myself in the mirror I was not too surprised to see that my nipples were pushing out the flimsy bra and pressing at the material of the blouse. When I got back to the living room my son’s reaction was even more enthusiastic, I did a little twirl for him then got set to go change again.”Mum,” Philip said before I could turn away “tell me something.””I’ll try.” I smiled.”Do the panties match the bra?” he asked.”Oh I’m sorry,” I laughed “I forgot to show you them. Does this answer your question.”Turning my back to him I took hold of the back hem of the skirt and slowly lifted it upwards, I heard him breath in sharply when my panties came into view. Gradually I raised the back of my skirt all the way to my waist and held that pose for a few moments then I let the skirt drop back into place, turning back to face my son I smiled. Sliding my hands to the front of the skirt I took hold of the hem and started to lift it, my son’s eyes went even wider as my all but naked pussy came into view.”Mum!” he breathed in awe.”I guess that means you like the outfit.” I grinned as I let the skirt drop again “Shall I try on the last one?”He just nodded at me as though dumbstruck, smiling I left the room and headed back to my bedroom. On the bed lay the last outfit, the shortest skirt and the sheerest black blouse, as I took off the blouse and skirt I was wearing I saw the thong lying on the bed too. God knows why, but I took off the bra and panties then put on the thong, it fitted snugly, the slightly wider front barely covering my pussy lips and the rear section slipped between my buttocks making it look as though my backside was naked. Feeling wicked I quickly put on the blouse and skirt and headed back down to the living room.As I walked into the room my son’s eyes went wide then roved over my body, pausing every time they passed over my clearly visible tits. For the first time I let my eyes drop from his face to his groin, if I’d had any doubts about his interest in me sexually the prominent bulge in his jeans certainly would have dispelled them. I tried to hide my surprise at the sheer size of that bulge, it had been many years since I had seen my son naked and then I had not paid attention to him in that way.”Well?” I teased him.He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, I saw him gulp a couple of times then try again.”Beautiful!” he whispered in wonder.I smiled at him then did a little twirl, the skirt flared as I turned to reveal my all but naked lower body, I heard him suck in a breath when I bent over to touch my toes with my back to him. Grinning I straightened and turned to face him, I made a point of looking at his crotch then giving him a huge smile.”I guess that means you are pleased to see me.” I teased him as I indicated the bulge in his trousers with a point of my chin. “Maybe you should get a little more comfortable.””Huh?” he answered in total confusion, though his eyes never left my body.”Okay, I’ll put it another way then,” I laughed “why don’t you take your clothes off.””Uh, yeah, okay.” He said in a daze.With his eyes still staring at my body my son stood up and undressed, his movements seemed almost mesmerised as he took off his shirt and struggled out of his jeans. bursa escort I’d actually thought he’d stop there, but his hands fumbled at the waistband of his ‘Y’ fronts then pushed then down his legs, kicking them aside he sat down on the couch again. Now it was my turn to stare as though mesmerised, a wave of excitement had washed over me as soon as his cock had sprung into view, and I do mean sprung, as he sat I continued to stare at his massive erection. Any mature male would have killed to own a cock such as my 15 year old son was displaying, I just couldn’t take my eyes off it, it must have been at least ten inches in length and as wide as a beer can! I have no idea how long I just stood there staring at my son’s monster of a cock while he stared at my clothed body, but eventually I felt my mind kick back into gear just a little as he leant forward to take off his slippers and socks.”Better?” I almost squeaked.”Uh… yeah.” My son said as he leant back on the couch, then he added “How about you, want to get more comfortable too?”Nodding I started to undo the buttons on my blouse, forcing my eyes up to his face I saw him lick his lips as the blouse began to flap open. Sliding the blouse off my shoulders I let it slip down my arms to fall in a heap on the floor, moments later my skirt was in a heap round my ankles, although I don’t remember having opened the fastenings. His eyes almost burnt into me as I pushed the thong down my legs, it too dropped around my ankles and I stood there, nude but for a pair of stockings, while my son devoured me with his eyes. As I reached down to push the stockings down my legs my son raised a hand.”No,” he breathed “leave them on, they make you look so… so… sexy.”Straightening I let my hands lie at my sides letting him gaze upon me for a while then I did a low twirl so that he could see all of me. It was as though I was in a dream, stepping out of the pile of clothing round my ankles I moved closer to my son until I was barely two foot from him. My whole body seemed to be on fire with arousal as his eyes covered every inch of me with a look of hunger and love and lust. Smiling I stepped closer and he moved back on the couch, his cock waving like a flag pole in a high wind as he moved. I took another step and my son seemed to suddenly come to life, his hands reached up to my waist and drew me down onto his lap, his cock pressing tightly to me as he held me.Then one of his hands slid up my back sending tingles of excitement through me as his warm, soft hand slipped over my suddenly sensitive skin. His hand stopped at the back of my head then pressed forward, slowly I felt him draw my head down, draw me closer and closer to his face until his lips were suddenly pressing against mine demandingly. Closing my eyes I hummed my pleasure into his mouth, his tongue pushed past my lips and I sucked on it as he moved it around and into and out of my mouth almost as though making love to my mouth with his tongue.My whole body seemed to be on fire with desire when I felt his other hand slide up my front to come to rest on one of my tits, gently he squeezed my tits then moved his attention to my nipples. I had thought my nipples were already as hard as they could get, but as my son teased and rolled them in his fingers I felt then harden almost painfully, it was blissful! Groaning into his mouth I put my arms around him and held him close to me as his hand teased my nipples deliciously, his lip left mine and I sighed excitedly as he kissed his way down my neck. Then I felt his tongue circling my nipple, gasping I put a hand to the back of his head and pulled his mouth onto my nipple, Philip began to suck gently on my hard bud sending ripples of pleasure through me.It was only blissful minutes later that I realised that his hand had left the back of my head and was now stroking up the inside of my thigh, then his finger were sliding over my pussy, parting the lips to stroke my slit. When one of his fingers flicked over my clitoris I gave a loud gasp of pleasure, he must have realised the cause of my gasp because his finger flicked over my clit again. This time my gasp became a groan as he started to rub my clitoris with a firm yet gently pressure and as though with a life of it’s own one of my hands slid round his body to his lap. My hand closed around his cock, or tried to, I couldn’t get my hand all the way around his girth, but I took hold of what I could and started to stroke up and down his erection. I felt the vibration of his groan on my nipple as he sounded out the pleasure my hand was giving him.”Oh God.” I gasped as his finger moved faster on my clit.I was rising to a climax and out of no-where came the thought of how pissed Wendy was going to be.”OH GOD!” I cried as I struggled against my son’s grasp “No, Philip, stop, please!”He look puzzle and hurt as he released my nipple from his mouth to look up at me, he looked even more hurt when I pushed myself off his lap and moved away from him.”Mum?” he asked in a low, quivering voice.”Philip, I can’t,” I said feeling tears forming in my eyes “not like this, not…”How could I tell him about the bet without hurting him, yet it wasn’t the bet that was making my pussy hunger for him or making my nipples ache for his touch. Looking at his confused face I knew that I had to tell him the truth, to tell him what had started my seduction of him, I knew that if I didn’t Wendy would, eventually. So I started to explain, telling him about the bet, about the reason Wendy had been coming on so strong to him and why I had let him help me choose such revealing clothes.”Philip,” I finished “I’m sorry, so, so sorry. I love you and I do want you, but not based on a lie, not because of a crazy bet.”He had sat listening with eyes that had grown wider and wider, I could see the surprise in his eyes as I explained and a little pain. When I finished talking he just sat there without saying a word, his head lowered and I stood looking at the top of his head for what seemed like ages, still he didn’t speak.”Philip?” I said quietly after his silence had stretched into agonising minutes.My son looked up at me briefly then hid his face again, I felt as though I had betrayed him, felt as though I had physically taken a knife and stabbed him through the heart. When he stood up, that huge cock of his still poker stiff and pointing out the direction he was taking, I thought he was about to retreat to his room and I felt a tear flow down my cheek. Lowering my eyes in humiliation I didn’t notice that my son wasn’t leaving the room, instead he came right over to me and I raised my eyes in surprise. Still without speaking my son took me in his arms and kissed me, he kissed me with a passion that made my toes curl and my pussy gush with juices. When his lips eventually left mine I felt faint and giddy, though I could feel him lowering me to the carpeted floor it didn’t quite sink in. Then his mouth was on mine again, his tongue probing into my mouth as his hands roved over my body, one of his hands came to rest on my tits while the other stroked its way down to my pussy.”OH!” forcing our lips apart I gasped out as he speared a couple of fingers into my burning pussy “Oh Lord!”His thumb pressed and rubbed at my clit while his fingers began to slide in my pussy sending shivers of ecstasy through me. Crying out I thrust my hips up to take in his probing fingers, pushed my tit into his hand. Once again I felt his mouth move to enclose one of my nipples and with the added sensation of him suckling at my breast I exploded into an orgasm, huffing, panting, groaning and writhing under his touch.Only he was no longer touching me, as I had begun to erupt I felt him move away from me and felt a moment of disappointment that turned to bliss when I felt him push my legs wider with his knees as he came on top of me. As I felt the touch of his cock on my pussy I reached between us to grasp it’s massiveness and guide it to the entrance to my sex, held it in place as he began to slowly push his cock into me.I can’t begin to describe what it felt like to have his cock slowly push it’s way into me, he was so large I thought he would split me in two, his cockhead entered me and I felt stretched to the limit. Flinging my legs wide I tried to push up against him, tried to help him to sink into me, but my son paused as though waiting for me to be still before he would continue. Letting my body fall back to the carpet I let my son choose his own pace, surrendering to his desires knowing that I would receive satisfaction by doing so. As he felt my body surrender my son started to push into me again, the slow slide of his massiveness against my stretched and quivering pussy walls was driving me to another climax, yet he had barely sunk more than a couple of inches into me! Then my climax hit, crying out I threw my arms around my son and clasped him to me as my whole body writhed as though from an electric shock, almost screaming I thrust my hips upwards violently and heard my son groan as my spasming pussy slid halfway up his cock.”Oh mum!” I heard him groan a I began to relax again “You’re so tight!”Then he was pulling back, sliding his cock out of me and I nearly cried out at the thought that he was withdrawing completely, only my cry of disappointment began a yell of bliss as he reached a point where he was barely within my pussy then hammered his full length into me. As I almost deafened him by screeching out my pleasure right at his ear my son began fucking me with long, slow strokes that drove me higher and higher up the scale of pleasure with each motion. His lips came onto mine muffling, but not silencing my cries of bliss as he kissed me with a force and passion that I returned to the full as I let my lower body thrust and grind in time with his movements.Gradually his movements became faster and harder, his groin slapping against my pussy lips with each inward thrust of his cock and his balls tapping against my buttocks. I had never felt so full, each time his cock surged into me I felt myself stretched and no matter how wide I threw my legs that feeling didn’t change, his sheer size was almost more than I could take. And I loved every blessed sensation he sent surging through me! Giving up on trying to ease the stretching sensation I threw my legs around his back, pulling him down to me with my heels as he pounded away at my pussy.Before long I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that ran through my body that I no longer had the strength to move with him. I lay weakly jerking under my son as he moved in me seemingly tirelessly, my cries muted to weak whimpers and mewls that became lost in his hungry mouth. Then his lips left mine allowing my weak cries to filter into the stillness of the room, my son leant up, his breath rasping in his throat as he looked down at me, his cock speeding up as it thrust in my pussy.”Oh Jezzus!” my son groaned, his eyes closing and his body covering me again.With a jerk of his hips he buried his huge erection to the hilt and started to tremble, within me I felt his cock swell then jerk and a warmth spread in spurts deep inside me, the sensation drove me to an orgasmic peak. For long moments we clung to each other lost in sexual bliss, his body shivering, mine shaking, our breathing short rapid gasps until with a sharp intake of breath my son started to pound in my pussy again. A part of my mind was amazed that he could maintain such a pace, but the rest of me surrendered totally to the waves of ecstatic sensations that his movements sent crashing over me.I think at some point I must have half fainted with rapture because it was only as my son rolled from me that I realised that he was no longer fucking me. Philip lay beside me gasping while I lay an exhausted quivering, satiated wreck, my mind only slowly clearing of the haze of bliss my son had filled me with. As though from a distance I heard the telephone ringing and I sensed more than saw my son get up to answer it.”Hello…” He said into the mouthpiece breathlessly “Oh hi Wendy.”I smiled up at the ceiling at the thought that she was calling to try and disturb any romantic moment there may have been between Philip and myself, it was just her style, only she was way too late.”No, sorry,” I heard Philip respond to something she’d said “I’m too busy helping my mother win that bet.”Laughing at his words I struggled to sit up, looking across the room to where my son was talking on the telephone I saw him smile and wink at me. Feeling drained and exhilarated at one and the same time I laboured to my feet to stagger to the couch where I collapsed. Between my legs I felt my sons sperm start to ooze out of my pussy onto the fabric of the couch and I laughed at the thought of the stain it would leave behind as a constant reminder to me of this moment.”Okay Wendy, better luck next time maybe. Bye.” My son hung up the phone.With a huge smile Philip crossed the room to join me on the couch, his hand came to rest on my thigh and I felt a tingle of excitement at his touch. Turning to look at my son I smiled.”I love you.” Philip said quietly.I could see the truth of his words clearly in his eyes and I had no doubt that from that moment on we would be lovers as much as we were mother and son, I felt exultant at that thought.”Philip,” I sighed as he put his arm around my shoulder and drew me to him “can I ask you something?””Sure mum,” he said giving my shoulder a squeeze “anything you want.””Why…” I hesitated then went on, “why didn’t you go with Wendy, she was practically throwing herself at you?””I know,” he grinned, “but nice though she is to look at she doesn’t hold a candle to you. Besides, she frightens the shit out of me!””Philip!” I laughed as I snuggled to his lower chest. “She frightens the shit out of a lot of men, especially ones that have been with her.”Something brushed against my lips and I looked down in surprise to see his cock once more hard and oh so ready for action. Sighing I flicked my tongue across the slit in the head, my son gasped then sighed as I opened my mouth to suck at his cap. Gradually I sucked more of his immensity into my mouth savouring the taste of his juices and mine as they filled my mouth, even delighting in the way his girth stretched my lips and forced my jaw apart. I felt one of my son’s hands press to the top of my head, his fingers clenching in my hair as I sucked on his pole of a prick.”God that feels so good!” he breathed.I wanted to tell him that it would feel even better soon, but I had my mouth too full to speak. He couldn’t see the glow of lust in my eyes as I pushed down on him even more to gradually work his cock into my throat. Though I had never deep throated anything so large before I knew I would manage to take him and that he would delight in the feel of fucking my throat.”Oh mum!” my son groaned out. “I could never tire of you!”END

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