I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy 25 years ago, when I was 16. I never married his father because at the time, he was married to my best friend's mother. He promised to look after us if I agreed to never tell anybody that my son was his and this suited me well. He paid for my college education, our living expenses and my son's university fees. My son, Blaze, only saw his father a few times and never really felt any sort of attachment towards him. It was always just Blaze and me. While he was still in school, I bought a very run down motel, did major renovations and 2 years later sold it for a tidy profit. Today I am the proud owner of twelve medium sized but very exclusive boutique hotels, internationally.
When Blaze went to university to study corporate law, it felt as if my world collapsed. He was my pillar and strength. Maybe it was a good thing because I had to learn to depend on myself, although I missed him terribly. Over the years I dated and had one long term relationship which did not last. I never married and never felt the need to. When Blaze got his degree last year, he started working for me and today we both run the company as full partners. We seem to complement each other in every aspect of the business and make a very formidable team.
A week ago I decided to give Blaze and his girlfriend of the moment a trip anywhere for his birthday, because he works too hard. I expected some serious resistance because he absolutely loves his job and is very committed. Big was my surprise when he accepted on the condition that I accompany him. After much deliberation, teeth gnashing and persistence from him, I agreed, not knowing why he would rather go on holiday with me than a young beautiful girl. So, this is where our true story starts....
"Hey Lady, you better start moving that beautiful ass of yours if we want to catch the plane," Blaze yelled from downstairs. I neglected to say, Blaze very seldom calls my Mother, he nearly always call me Lady.
Seriously annoyed I peered over the balustrade and rudely flipped him off.
Chuckling, he ran up the stairs, threw me over his shoulders and started going down.
"Put me down you silly idiot! I still have to finish packing...."
"Not a chance Lady, if you need anything else, we can buy it when we get there. If I don't abduct you now, we will still be here tomorrow and I can already see myself on the beach with a beer in each hand. Now pucker up and take it like the Lady you are."
Knowing how futile my struggles were, I subsided and accepted my lot. "Baby, you do know that you will be paying for everything that I have to buy and I only like the expensive stuff?"
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know. I am actually looking forward to choosing all your outfits and see you modeling them for me."
"In your dreams buster..."
Hours later, a very exhausted mother and son arrived at their holiday villa.
Both too tired to do anything else, we each picked a room and went to sleep.
Early morning light bathed my face and rubbing my eyes, I decided to get up and see if we had any provisions for breakfast. Taking a quick shower and dressing in the same clothes as yesterday, I checked to see if my son was awake.
Quietly entering his room, I saw him lying on his back, naked, sporting a morning woody about 10 inches long. Wow, my son is really handsome with his classical tall dark and handsome features and apparently every nympho's dream. For the first time in my life, I could honestly say that I was very turned on by my son. Which woman wouldn't be when faced with that enormous piece of pleasure meat? I had to force my eyes away from temptation and looked up at his face. Oh shit, his beautiful blue eyes were watching me eyeing his cock. I have never before felt so embarrassed. Stuttering, I told him that I was going to see about breakfast while he just looked at me with a mysterious grin on his face. Turning around, I started looking for the kitchen.
Luckily the kitchen was fully stocked and half an hour later I felt my son's strong arms encircling my waste.
"Morning gorgeous, sleep well?"
"Uhm... yes Baby and you?"
Hugging me tightly to his bare chest, he whispered that it could have been better.
Well, whatever he meant by that, I did not want to know. I swear that I am still dreaming because I could feel his erection rubbing against my ass. Not wanting to confirm my suspicions, I moved out of his arms under the pretext of making toast.
Blaze put plates and utensils on the breakfast nook and made coffee.
Curious now, I covertly watched him and saw to my amazement that he was still fully erect. His khaki cargo pants fitted him loosely except across his butt and man oh man, what a stunning specimen he is. WTF? Here I am, ogling my son when I knew that it was sooo sick.
"Hey Lady, when we finish breakfast, you and I are going to do some serious shopping, okay?"
"Yeah sport, I hope that you have been saving up because I am going to ruin your credit rating, I don't even have a clean set of underwear."
"Are you telling me that you are naked beneath those clothes, Lady?"
"Blaze, what a question to ask your mother and by the way, I am pleading the fifth! Come darling, let's go do some shopping."
Blaze took me to a very exclusive boutique that specialized in up market holiday wear. Seeing the prices, I nearly had a heart attack. We are certainly considered to be very wealthy but I never abuse that privilege, must be due to my conservative upbringing. Blaze had no such concerns, only the best for his gorgeous Lady.
Talking to the saleslady, Blaze gestured for me to take a seat next to a short ramp/runway. Taking the seat next to mine, he poured us each a glass of champagne, courtesy of the boutique.
Next moment, a model came down the ramp with a beautiful red evening dress and another had on a white one in a different style. Both dresses were beautiful but risqué. On and on it went, dress after beautiful dress until they started modeling casual wear. Nice summer dresses, skirts, tops and ridiculously small boy shorts accompanied by tiny tank tops. Nervously looking at Blaze, he just nodded his head at the saleslady and they started with the lingerie. My, oh my, the things I saw that day still have me blushing.
"Lady, will you please go to the dressing room and fit one garment of each category so that the saleslady can get your exact size?"
"What, are you insane? I know my size and will tell them, I don't need to waste our time by parading around like a washed out model of yesteryear."
"Mom, please do this for me, I would love to see you strutting your stuff and in any case, you look ten times better than any model I have ever seen."
Now how do I refuse a request like that, especially when he calls me Mom like that?
Feeling really silly in the red evening gown, I nonetheless took to the ramp. Giving my best Heidi Klum impression, I sashayed down the ramp as if I owned it. I valiantly struggled to keep my D cup breasts inside the bodice of the dress but still my nipples decided to play peek a boo. Blaze couldn't keep his eyes off of me. I have to admit that I do look good. A while ago I had a breast reduction and my breasts felt and looked like a twenty year olds. Long toned legs, raven black hair and blue eyes two shades darker than my sons. Blaze started to look uncomfortable.
"Honey, if you are bored, we can go. I will just pick a few outfits and then we can hit the beach. How does that sound?"
"Sorry to disappoint you Lady but I'm not leaving until I see you in everything, okay?"
"Okay (sigh....)"
Modeling the casual wear went much quicker and it was worth it to see my son speechless when I came out onto the ramp in a tiny tank top and boy shorts. Well, if I struck him mute in this getup, imagine what the lingerie will do to him. Suddenly I could not wait.
"Blaze, please close your mouth and remember that this was your stupid idea." With that said, I returned to the dressing room.
Choosing a red lacy see through bra and thong matched with 4 inch red stilettos, I tackled the ramp again, feeling like a pro. By now, Blaze was casually leaning against a pillar. Looking up, I thought that he was going pass out. Eyes bulging, tongue nervously licking his sensuous lips and his enormous cock straining against his cargo pants. What a sight, my handsome son, hot and bothered by his mother. What a turn on. I know that this is not socially acceptable behavior and I did not previously feel this way about my son, but knowing that a handsome and virile younger man finds you sexy is extraordinary, albeit your own flesh and blood. Slowly dragging my hands over my breasts and looking at Blaze, I started panting. He could definitely see my state of arousal as I continued my torturously slow self touch which continued across my stomach, hips and ass. Coming to my senses, I realized what I was doing and almost ran for the dressing room.
Before reaching the door, Blaze stopped me.
"Hey Lady, why are you running away, I never even saw the back side of this outfit. Show me!"
"Uhm... I... ugh.... I don't think that is such a good idea Baby, I am going to get dressed and then we better leave before something bad happens."
"Would that really be so bad? Please turn around and show me what my money will be buying." Taking me by the hand, he slowly turned me around. Knowing that he was staring at my bare buttocks in the almost non-existent thong, made me cream. Too scared to turn around and gauge his reaction, I stood like that for what felt like ages.
"You take my breath away, Lady, Blaze whispered in my ear." Feeling his body warmth but not touching, he asked me to wear the boy shorts and tank top when we leave.
Very relieved to be able to leave the sexually charged situation, I left.
I have never been able to deny my son anything, so I dressed to please him, knowing how wrong this was but I did not care.
Blaze was waiting for me at the counter and has just finished paying for our purchases of which I still did not know the selections. Taking me by the hand, we left the store, leaving behind a broadly smiling saleslady.
"They will deliver our purchases at the villa later today so we can do some sightseeing," Blaze commented.
The day went by in a blur and if my life depended on it, I could not tell you what I saw that day. My thoughts were occupied by the sick attraction I had for my son. Guilt was choking me up inside and by the afternoon I asked to return to the villa because I was not feeling well.
Very concerned, Blaze tried to find out what was wrong with me and I just pleaded a headache, which I am sure he did not believe.
Reaching the villa, I excused myself and said that I will take a nap. I think that Blaze knew what was wrong with me and decided to leave well enough alone.
An hour later, Blaze came into my room to let me know that my clothes have arrived.
Hundreds of packages were brought into my room and I could just stare at it all, not believing that my son spent so much money. Opening the packages, I saw that there were four evening gowns, numerous everyday outfits, shoes, lingerie and even swimwear, if you could call it that. There were three bikinis, all in different colors but miniscule. The tops would barely cover my nipples and the bottoms imitated a thong in short supply of fabric. How was I supposed to go out in public in this indecent excuse of a bikini?
Blaze was watching my unpacking from the door and I turned to him holding up a bikini.
"What in blazes were you thinking when you bought this, Blaze?"
"I knew that you would never consider buying it and I wanted to show you off. Is that so bad?"
"I suppose not but there is no way in hell that I will ever wear them, I will look ridiculous."
"No you won't, you have a killer body and would put everyone else to shame. Please wear it for me."
Oh shit, why do I always give in to him? I should really learn how to say NO! "Okay Baby, I will wear them but only if I can choose your swimwear. Deal?"
"I already have a pair of swim shorts, buying anything else will be a waste of money."
Sweeping my arms out to encompass my new purchases, I told him that it did not stop him from buying me an entirely new wardrobe.
Reluctantly saying yes, he agreed to my deal.
