I love being a mother. Even more, I love being a MILF. My son's friends often make comments about how hot I am. And I try to be just as hot as I can for them.
Just last week, Glenn, my 18 year old son had five friends of the same age over playing video games. They were in the family room at the rear of the house. I suppose they thought they had privacy, but I could easily overhear their conversation. All of Glenn's friends were telling him how hot I was. Some of the comments were even lewd. I heard Mike say, "I'd like to have a piece of that." I. was somewhat surprised that Glenn didn't stop them from saying such naughty things about his own mother.
While it did upset me slightly to have these young men make such comments about me, it also turned me on. I was glad to be noticed, to be desired. These young men were so handsome.
I decided to have some fun teasing them and went to my room and changed into some more suitable clothes. I put on a red low cut v-neck sweater that is about three sizes too small and really hugged my boobs (no bra, of course), a short black leather mini skirt, a red thong that barely covered my mound, black fish-net stockings, red garter belt and red pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Not bad. You've still got it, girl," I said to encourage myself.
I walked in on their little group and their eyes just about popped out. The conversation stopped in mid-sentence. They all just stared in silence, mouths hanging open. Glenn was absolutely speechless. He'd rarely seen me dressed like this, and never around his friends.
"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked, smiling at their stunned expressions. "Eddie, will you help me in the kitchen." Eddie, Glenn's best friend since First Grade moved like a zombie, standing and moving toward the kitchen without his eyes ever leaving my body. I could see his hard-on bulging out the front of his jeans. My outfit certainly had an effect of him.
"You know where the glasses are," I said as we entered the kitchen. As Eddie reached up into the cabinet for the glasses, I walked up behind him, rubbing my breasts against his back.