"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.
Our meal finishes, and we still talk. While I am listening, I get up and slide into the chair next to him. Never breaking eye contact, just a getting a bit closer like any good mother would do, interested in what my son has to say. I see a little sweat form on his forehead. I wonder if I am making him nervous.
I get a little aroused at the thought, letting my legs shift a bit. I feel myself getting wet, I can make my son nervous. So badly I want to run my hand between his legs and just kiss him already, but Patricia said I only get one shot at this and need to do it right.
"Baby listen, things haven't been going great for mom when it comes to men... I'm a little lonely," I look away then look back it, trying to gage his reaction. "I know this is really awkward, but I was hoping you could help me," I bat my eyes and let my hand fall on his leg, rubbing very slowly. He looks down at my hand but doesn't go to move it
"Mom I just got a new girlfriend I don'.." I cut him off
"Don't you want to make your girlfriend feel as good as possible?" I move my hand a little higher up his legs, playing with the idea of just grabbing his crotch, "I can show you how if you let me".
I have to get this right. But he still won't look at me, fixing his eyes to the floor. He knows that if he looks at me, he will fall for me, I just know it.