"Just like Patricia said, they all want this they just don't know how to get it," I think to myself, running my hands down my blue sundress to remove all the wrinkles. My hands stop just above my legs, the dress is very short, I made sure of that. I put my hands on my hips making sure they look alright. He's back from school for only one weekend, I need to make sure everything is perfect.
Keys rattle as the door opens,
"Mom, I'm home!"
"Prefect, just in time for dinner," I yell back. Pouring a second glass of wine for him, I can feel my heart beating hard, so nervous, so excited. Footsteps come from the hallway.
"Hey baby," poking my chest out and praying for him to take a look. I smile
"Baby?" he looks a little confused but trails off when he sees me in my dress.
It worked. I can feel his eyes dancing over me as he quickly looks me up and down. Undressing me in his mind and hoping I don't notice. God, I love how I can make him act like this.
He regains control over himself and moves towards the table,
"Why are you so dressed up mom? Do you have another date?" He sits down across from me eyeing the glass of wine I poured him. Before I realize mine is already halfway gone in a failed attempt to stop the nerves.
"No no those haven't been going to well," I keep my eyes locked into his just like Patricia said. "Just wanted to look nice for the only man that really matters in my life," He blushes and looks away. I smile just a little, and let my foot find its way across the table, barely touching his. Not enough for him to say anything, but more than enough for him to notice.
We eat our meal and I drink a little more than Patricia said I should, laughing and staying engage in what my boy says. I let my eyes look him up and down lingering, god I want him so bad. I need this to work.