I searched the entire house for Jaiden, even though I knew exactly where he was. Carefully walking down the stairs to the basement, there he was- playing video games. I walked in front of the TV to block his view, and folded my arms.
"Hey, I can't see my game!"
"Exactly, that's the idea."
"I'll stop playing soon! Just 15 more minutes."
"You've been playing this game non-stop for the past two weeks, mister."
"Well Elden Ring isn't going to beat itself!"
"We need to have a talk."
"Later!"
"Now." I said, turning to press the power button on the PS5 Pro.
"Ok, ok!" My son said ripping off his headset, "What do you want to talk about?!"
"Don't take that tone with me." I sat down on the couch next to him. "You need to start getting ready for college. Have you even started packing?"
"I'm going to!"
"Summer doesn't last forever."
"I know. I'll get to it!"
"Jaiden, I'm worried you're wasting your life away. College is supposed to be the best four years of your life!"
"College was the best four years of YOUR life."
"Yeah, and I had a lot of fun! I'd do anything to recapture that time. You're an adult now you-"
"Well I'm not you. I'm not gonna waste my life away in a job I hate. I'm going to have a career I love!" Jaiden took a deep, exasperated, breath. "Sometimes I wish I chose to live with dad."
My blood was already boiling. But that comment drove me over the edge. I got up, walked over to his Playstation and knocked it off the pedestal where it crashed to the floor. "You're grounded!" I then walked up the stairs to the living room while my son sat there in silence.
***
I opened the glass door and got in the shower. The hot stream of water relaxed my stiff shoulders as I grabbed a bar of soap. Not yet a fun-less shrew, after scrubbing my ass and armpits I rubbed my grapefruits until they were nice and soapy. Then I washed them off with water until my skin turned a little red. Lastly, I washed my hair (which took a lot longer than it sounds). Getting out of the shower, I dried off in two towels- one for my body and one for my hair- and then sat on my bed naked, contemplating life.
I knew that I needed to do something. I couldn't just let my son waste away the best years of his life and then look back years later hating himself for wasting them. But how?? There's so many big moments of one's life that happen in college. Your first time living on your own. Your first big drinking party. Your first predatory loan. Your first time waking up in your panties, with a hangover, in the middle of some random stranger's living room after getting back out drunk the night before. Your first time gaining 15 pounds in 5 months. Sometimes your first sexual encounter, I know it was mine. Your first time eating a pizza at 1 AM. Your first time giving your professor a blow job if he agrees to pass you with a C in his the class you were failing. I feel bad for people that don't get to go.
Then my mind drifted. Had my son had sex yet? I don't think so. He hasn't had a girlfriend... that I know of. He certainly was good looking enough. He inherited my good looks after all. He's always playing that damn game, what if he doesn't go out at all and have fun? What if his self esteem is too low and he doesn't even try. Will it stunt his emotional growth? Everyone starts out bad at sex. What if he does so bad his first time that he gets embarrassed and loses his confidence to go out and try again? I need to intervene.
Sex is such a beautiful, wonder and natural thing. I don't want my son to be a friendless virgin his whole life! He just needs a confidence boost, maybe a tutor too. Someone to show him the ropes... sexually.
***
Am I really going to do this? Of course I am. I need to do this. But... I'm going to do this smart. If I just tore off my clothes and demanded he take me then and there on our living room couch he might reject me. I need to wear him down. But first, I need to get him to stop being pissed at me. First, I'll bake him cookies. I want to be soft... yet firm. (A contradiction, I know). Then, I'll take him shopping. This will kill two birds with one scone. I'll offer to buy him video games and Chinese, making him less mad at me- and then I'll take him with me to JCPenny. I'll take this opportunity to both buy sexier clothes that I can wear around the house, and get Jaiden into the dressing room with me. A socially acceptable, albeit awkward, way to strip down to my undies in front of my son. Pushing the envelope, without busting the envelope. After we get back from the mall, I'll reassess the situation.
***
"Come downstairs Jaiden! Mommy has a surprise for you!"
After about 5 minutes I saw my son walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"I made you cookies!"
"Why are you being nice? If you're trying to get me to forgive you, it's not going to work."
"I'm always nice!"
"No you're not, you're never nice."
"Well, I love you. That's reason enough."
"You grounded me, I'm fucking 18 and you grounded me."
"Well I'm sorry about that."
"So you're ungrounding me?"
"No. Well kinda. But I'm going to make things up to you."
"How?"
"We're going to the mall!"
"Yay..." Jaiden feigned enthusiasm. "I'm surprised Amazon hasn't killed them all yet."
"I'll buy you the new Spider-Man video game if you do."
I immediately saw a break in his disgruntled demeanor.
***
We got to the mall and immediately made our way to the food court. After some Chinese to lift Jaiden's spirits, we made our way to JCPenny. Once inside, I picked out some low cut shirts and underwear and dragged Jaiden to the changing rooms.
"Come with me."
"What? Why don't I just stay outside."
"If I need your opinion I don't want to keep having to come in and out!"
We got in the changing room together and he immediately turned towards the corner like it was The Blair Witch project or something. I grabbed a few items out of my bag and tried them on, all the while making sure to say suggestive things like, "This bra is awfully tight on my boobs! Did I gain a cup size?" And "Mommy's ass looks pretty good in these, I think."
For my tour de force, I tried on a pair of black lace panties and then grabbed a hot pink bra. I put my arms through the straps and moved to hook it in the back before suddenly stopping.
I decided to push my luck. "I need your help. Can you hook my bra for me?"
"Ummmm..."
"Please..."
His resistance stifled, Jaiden turned around and hooked my bra for me. I couldn't see his face, but I stuck my butt out as much as I could trying to catch his gaze on my black panty-clad ass.
"There." He said as he hooked my bra for me and stepped back.
"Thanks! I think this one gives me plenty of support." I looked at myself in the mirror and then turned around to see if Jaiden was still looking but he had turned back around into his corner.
"Can we go to GameStop now?"
***
When we got back home I put away my new clothes and resolved to only wear shirts with plunging necklines from here on out. Unable to see a clear path forward to escalate things, I decided to get my son more comfortable seeing me in varying states of undress. At first I just wore low cut shirts to show off my cleavage. But then a few days later I started lounging around the house in just a hoodie and panties. I wanted to look like I was just being lazy rather than actively trying to get my son's attention. I caught him looking a few times, but he never said anything acknowledging it. The next step was then to switch things up and wear just a bra and panties around the house. At first a sports bra, then something a little more lacey. This is when I finally got a reaction from him.
"Can you like not lay around the house in your... underwear, mom?"
"Why? You do it all the time. Besides, it's my house. I pay the mortgage."
That shut him up.
After a while, Jaiden seemed to adapt to this new way of life and didn't blink twice when he saw me lounging around the house in my sluttiest lingerie. Leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Deciding to raise the stakes, I hatched a brilliantly "innocent" plan. I needed to break down another barrier but without seeming like I was the perverted one. My solution? A breast exam! It was the PERFECT excuse to get my son to fondle my breasts without it seeming like I have sexual intentions.
***
"Holy shit, holy fucking shit. Jaiden!!!" I screamed. Knowing he was downstairs eating and not playing video games down in the basement.
"What?! What's wrong? Is everything ok?" He came running up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I was standing in front of my full-body mirror in nothing but a white thong. Both of my grapefruits were on display (38Ds for my male readers with under-active imaginations). I held one tit in one hand and had the other rested on my temple.
"There's a lump! There's a lump on breast!"
"What?! Like cancer??"
"You've got to feel it! Come on please you've got to. What if I have cancer? I need to know if I'm crazy."
"Can't you just go to the doctor? Have them feel it!"
"I'm so busy and the doctor's is so expensive. I'm gonna feel like a complete idiot if I go there and the doctor gives me an invasive exam and there's nothing there! It's just better if you do it."
"I dunno... is that even ok?"
"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee?"
Jaiden acquiesced and reached his hand out, clumsily squeezing my breast. I could almost tell he'd never touched a woman before. The last time he'd touched a titty, it was probably mine.
"Is this it? Am I doing it right?"
"Yeah you're doing it right." I said, holding in a moan. "Do you feel anything? Any lumps?"
"No... not really?"
"Ok. That's good. Keep feeling."
A couple minutes passed and Jaiden told me he still could not feel anything. After which I apologized for the false alarm, but not after getting him to conduct an "exam" on the other one too. "Maybe I was wrong, maybe it was this one?" Hahaha I am too damn good. I guess he must of thought "Fuck it." Because it didn't take him long until he was playing with that one too. After it was over I thanked him and cooked my good boy dinner.
***
After that new development, I sat down and thought out my next move. We'd already gotten to second base. Maybe now was time for third? Should I give him a blow job? After sucking his dick, getting him to fuck me should be hilariously easy. I thought. That being said, we are running short on time. Also, I've never really been the biggest fan of sucking dick. I think I would much rather he just fucked me. But how? How do I escape things further? I thought back to the whole reason I was doing any of this. For his benefit. To get him ready for college. Maybe I should just be honest with him?
***
A week later, I sat Jaiden down on the couch in the living room to have a talk with him.
"There's something serious mommy needs to talk to you about."
"What? What's wrong?"
"I need to ask you a question and it might seem a little invasive, but I promise it's for your own good."
"Okay?"
"Are you a virgin?"
