PART ONE: THE NEW JULIA APPEARS
Julia looked critically at the 40-something woman she saw in her full-length bedroom mirror. The woman who looked back at Julia wore a plain white bra and equally plain white panties. Her figure was still good and the flesh of her thighs and buttocks still reasonably firm. Julia turned and studied herself from the side. She ran a hand slowly down her front, over the cool smooth nylon of her full-cut briefs, and thought with some satisfaction that even her belly wasn't yet showing the telltale signs of middle age.
"You've still got it, Julia," she said aloud to the woman in the mirror. And then she whispered to herself, "So how come you haven't had a cock in you since your husband ran off with that tiny-brain big-boob secretary of his?"
Julia was dressing for work. She was about to put on the outfit her boss insisted be worn by all of his female employees -- the gals called it their unofficial uniform - a simple white blouse and a neatly tailored mid-length dark blue skirt. Dark pantyhose and sensible low heels usually completed the obligatory look.
Julia was suddenly struck with the depressing sameness and blandness of the outfit -- and of her life.
'I want more than this', she thought, thinking of her life rather than the clothes. 'I want more excitement, more fun, more variety. And I want more sex. I need more sex.'
She went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out some sexy lingerie, a matching bra and panty set in black silk with strategically placed panels of black lace. And then, on a mischievous whim, she took out a garter belt and black net stockings. And high heeled black pumps.
The plain white underwear came off, and the sexy black lingerie and shoes went on. Julia looked again at the woman in the mirror, and wondered if this 'new' Julia had what it would take to seriously shake up her dull and boring world.
On went the same old blouse and skirt, but now Julia looked surprisingly different from the way she usually did at work. The most obvious thing were the oval cups of the sexy black bra, now clearly discernible through the sheer material of the blouse. Her nicely shaped breasts had always been modestly downplayed in a white bra under a white blouse, but now they were definitely up front and, she hoped, attention-getting. She liked the flash of black net hose moving below the skirt, and the high heels looked, well, like high heels are meant to look.
Julia walked around a bit, peeking back over her shoulder at the mirror, and liked the way the heels added to the naturally seductive sway and bounce of her buttocks in the snug skirt.
"You look fuckin' gorgeous, babe," she said aloud to her reflection.
"Yeah, you sure fuckin' do," came a voice from behind her.
Julia nearly jumped out of her shoes in surprise. She spun around, and there in the bedroom doorway stood her son Robbie. He had a big grin on his face and the unmistakable bulge of a half-hard cock in his jeans.
"I thought you'd already left for work," said Julia.
"Why would I do that?" asked Robbie. "I'd have missed the sexy fashion show!"
"How long have you been standing there?" his mother asked, a bit afraid of the answer to her question. She was desperately trying to deny any possible connection between her sexy look and her son's hardon.
"Not long enough, Mom," he grinned, turning to go. "I think I missed the best part," he added with a laugh as he headed down the hallway.
She took a long last look at herself in the mirror. She suddenly had a very naughty and very sexually arousing thought, a thought so lewd and nasty that it brought the familiar warm tingle of arousal to her pussy. What made her thought so powerfully erotic was that she knew it hadn't been brought on by seeing her sexy new self in the mirror. She knew that what was turning her on was the fact that her handsome son, the one with the man-sized weapon between his legs, had seen her sexy new self and apparently liked what he saw. She slipped a hand down inside her skirt and slowly rubbed her pussy mound through her panties.
"Did you see that big beautiful bulge in his pants?" she asked the attractive woman in the mirror.
And she suddenly stopped touching herself and stared at her reflected self.
'Oh God, what's wrong with me?' thought Julia, quickly removing her hand from her panties and feeling a sudden wave of confusion and shame. She shouldn't be happy about sexually teasing her own son. Should she?
And then she realized that her feelings of sexual need were more powerful that her desire to abide by some silly social taboo. And what was that thing called, anyway?
Her hand found its way back inside her clothes, this time inside her black lace panties. She found her slightly swollen clit and pressed a finger to it.
Oh yes, Incest. Incest was what it was called. She knew, almost in a moment of enlightenment, that she and Robbie were about to enter a new phase in their mother-son relationship. An incestuous one, perhaps? No. An incestuous one, definitely.
She fingerfucked herself in a rhythm that matched humping movements of her hips. She felt herself helplessly caught up in her own horniness. She had to sit on the edge of the bed to keep from losing her balance and falling.
She knew that despite her misgivings, she was going to find ways to tease her son more and more. She wanted to find out what her son's cock looks like ... (damn, that feels so goooooddd) ... and how it tastes ... (oh shit I love you Robbie) ... and how it feels stretching the walls of his mother's hot and needy pussy ... (YESSSSS!) ... and then she lay back on the bed and let her whole body be shaken by the most powerful orgasm she'd had in a long time.
'Oh, Robbie, you sweet stud motherfucker...'
When she regained her composure, she straightened her skirt and left the room..
Julia smiled all the way to work. She was confident in her decision to let her life move in an exciting new direction. The New Julia looked great, and she felt great. And she smelled great, if you liked the fresh smell of a pussy that has just flooded itself in a violent spasm of raw lust.
'Oh yes, Robbie my love', thought Julia. 'You're going to learn to love that smell.'
PART TWO: THE NEW JULIA GOES TO WORK
Everyone at Julia's workplace noticed the way Julia had slyly gotten around the company's silly dress code. A few of the women expressed their eagerness to do something similar themselves. The men gave her a mixture of admiring glances, approving compliments, rude stares, and even ruder requests for quickies in the stockroom. She basked all day in the unusual and (mostly) welcome attention she was getting. She wondered what her friends might have thought if they could see what she had on underneath 'the company uniform'.
When she got home after work, Julia started to change into the casual around-home clothes she usually relaxed in, a T-shirt and jeans, but she wanted to avoid falling back into the rut of her 'old' lifestyle.
To start with, she chose a stretch T-shirt and a pair of very tight jeans. She hadn't worn either of them in some time, partly because they were a bit too sexy for everyday use and partly because they revealed the little flaws that were starting to show in her maturing body. But now she wanted to flaunt her generous curves, and to draw attention to her newly rejuvenated and proud sexuality.
She wore a thong panty under the jeans, and went bra-less under the shirt as a sort of experiment.
She usually wore jogging shoes around home, but they just wouldn't do now. High-heeled shoes would look out of place, she thought. But what if she wore boots? They'd be almost entirely hidden under the jeans legs, but they'd still enhance the movements of her lower body nicely while still keeping her casual look. She tried them on.
She checked herself out in the mirror again. The effect was just what she wanted.
She put her hands on her shirtfront and cupped the swells of her breasts. She lifted them gently upward, and then forward, and then slightly apart, and then closer together, and finally she decided that they looked and felt just fine without the added support of a brassiere.
The jeans were perfect. They flared out boldly from Julia's waist to her hips, flowed smoothly over the gentle rounding of her belly, and were utterly skintight over the generous curves of her buttocks and upper thighs. They were so tight that they revealed everything -- the crease between the cheeks of her ass, the separation between her legs at her crotch, even the twin bulges of her camel's toe pussy lips which framed the entrance to what her ex called her 'honey pot'.
Admiring herself in the mirror was turning Julia on. Just studying the way her nipples poked out at the tightly stretched fabric of the T-shirt made them tingle a little, and she felt the need to press them and roll them playfully between her fingers.
"Oh, Robbie!" she gasped, imagining that it was her son's hands there and practicing her feigned surprise at his boldly intimate caress.
She ran her hands slowly and teasingly over her jeans, never taking her eyes from her reflection in the mirror. Through the denim she squeezed the flesh that jutted back from where the top of her legs met the underside of her ass cheeks. She gave her bottom cheeks a slap or two to reassure herself that they could still bounce and shiver without appearing flabby. She moved her hands down both sides of her belly, bringing them together as she reached her pussy bulge. She rubbed the mound a little, and cupped its fullness down between her legs.
"Do you like the look of your mother's nice ass and hot pussy, sweetheart?" she asked, watching the woman in the mirror as Robbie would be doing if the woman in the mirror was the one asking the question.
Julia never heard the answer, because at that moment she heard Robbie come through the front door and head for his room to freshen up before dinner.
Julia went to the kitchen to get things ready. She caught Robbie's eye and gave him a big smile as she passed his open door, and made sure that he got a good look at the seductive swaying movement of her bottom in the tight jeans as she moved away down the hallway. She glanced back just as she reached the kitchen, and was pleased to see that her son was standing outside his bedroom door, watching her. She gave him another big smile.
'It's been a weird and wonderful day,' thought Julia. This morning she'd given her son a sexy underwear fashion show, quite unintentionally, and this afternoon she'd given him a sexy casual wear fashion show, quite intentionally. And in between she'd shaken up her workplace in a way the staff would be talking about for days.
Julia was right, of course. The day really had been both weird and wonderful. But it was also far from over, and for the New Julia and for Robbie the most amazing events still lay ahead.
PART THREE: THE NEW JULIA TAKES CHARGE
Their dinner conversation followed its usual pattern, as if the familiar routine would ease the tension they both felt. Julia asked Robbie about his day, and Robbie asked his mother about hers. But this time the questions weren't meant just as polite conversation. Both of them had experienced something new in their lives that day, something new in their relationship to each other.
For the first time Julia saw Robbie as the sexually aware and desirable young man he had become. She liked what she saw. She knew that he wasn't a virgin, and she knew that she'd been treating him as an innocent boy for much too long. He had reacted to her sexual teasing as a man does. Her sexual frustration and her son's natural drives would probably get them both into serious trouble if she didn't take steps to avoid it. She didn't want to avoid it. She wanted Robbie. It was incest, and she wondered for a moment why that didn't hold more shame for her than it did right now. She wanted to have sex with her own son.
