Only Teasing
by Pan
Chapter 3
I had a lot of fun at dinner that night.
Cecil, to his credit, tried not to stare when I first sat down. But I could tell he was struggling, and as soon as I leaned forward, he lost the fight.
I was wearing this magnificent grey sweater that I’d picked up at the mall that day—it had been labelled as a “cleavage sweater” and I can assure you, it didn’t disappoint. Combined with the pale blue pushup bra, I was impressed that my son’s eyes didn’t fall out of his body.
It’s only teasing, I reminded myself as he blatantly ogled me, the warm glow returning to my body. It’s totally harmless.
For the rest of the meal, his eyes never left my chest. As always, I did the talking for both of us—as Cecil wordlessly ate the delicious home-cooked meal I’d made for him, I talked about my plans for the week ahead, different options I was considering for meals, how often I was probably going to get myself off.
He almost choked on his chicken at that—I tried not to smile as his eyes widened in shock. Not that it would have mattered—his attention never left my copious cleavage, not for a second.
I’m a hot bitch, I reminded myself. Proud of my sexuality, unashamed to be a woman. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk.
And maybe letting him know when he should come up to my bedroom door and watch me.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
As my son ate, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was hard. Now that was an inappropriate thought for a mother to have…
My son is a healthy male. If he gets turned on by my body, that’s totally natural.
Although frankly, it would have been more strange if he wasn’t hard. After all, I was all but thrusting my tits into his face (now there’s a thought) and he’d just seen me cum. Didn’t it make total sense for that to turn him on?
Wouldn’t it be stranger if he wasn’t turned on by the sight of a pair of boobs? Especially a pair like mine?
I’m only teasing—it’s completely harmless. I’m a hot bitch, and my son is a healthy male. I’m a wet, horny slut, and if he gets turned on by my body…that’s totally natural.
If only there was some way that I could check. As I continued prattling on, teasing my son by telling him my favorite positions to masturbate in and the wicked thoughts that ran through my head as I did, I considered making an excuse to crawl under the table and try to spot his hardness.
Of course, it might not be visible. He was wearing cargo shorts, baggy ones—maybe his erection would get lost in the folds.
A sly smile appeared on my face as I worked out exactly how to tell if my son was hard. Slipping off one of the yellow high-heeled shoes I’d worn to dinner, I reached out with my stocking-covered leg and slowly moved it between Cecil’s legs.
It’s completely harmless.
If he gets turned on by my body, that’s totally natural.
I hadn’t thought Cecil’s eyes could get any wider, but when he felt the touch of my foot between his legs, he somehow managed. It didn’t take long for my toes to find his erection—as I suspected, he was totally hard.
My original intent had just been to check if Cecil was hard, but…
It’s only teasing.
A grin appeared on my face, and broadened as my son’s breathing grew ragged. We sat there in silence for a few minutes as my stockinged foot began slowly rubbing his erection through his shorts. I leaned forward, enjoying the effect that my teasing was having on Cecil, enjoying the throbbing glow that filled my body as I teased him.
I’m a sexy woman. If my son gets turned on by my body, that’s totally natural.
I’m a hot bitch.
The silence stretched on, my heavy breathing the only sound that could be heard. After a few minutes, a thought struck me, and I realized how I could really tease my son.
There’s nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk.
As I rubbed my son’s crotch through his pants with the pale blue stockings I’d worn to match my bra and increasingly-wet panties, I started talking about my sexual fantasies again. How much I enjoyed the feel of a man’s hands on my body, how easily I came when someone nibbled on my ear, how turned on I was by the feeling of hot breath on my throat…
I’m a wet, horny slut.
I considered telling him how wet I was at that very moment, how much I’d appreciate a hard cock between my lips, between my tits, between my legs…but I held off. After all, dirty talk was harmless—it was only teasing—but this was, after all, my son.
One had to draw the line somewhere.
As I spoke, my son was fixated on my lips, as they spewed such filthy words and ideas.
I love showing off my body.
It’s only teasing.
I couldn’t help but pout slightly, even as I told him about how sometimes I’d slip one or two fingers into my needy asshole when I got myself off. My tits were missing the attention of a young, healthy male.
I love showing off my body.
A wicked thought entered my head, and I started rubbing the front of my son’s shorts faster and faster as my hands reached up, and began unbuttoning my grey sweater. My dirty words never slowed down as I shrugged off the sweater, until I was sitting in front of Cecil, topless but for my bra.
And my other foot slipped out of its shoe and joined the first in rubbing the front of his pants as I undid my bra, allowing the girls to fall into view.
It’s completely harmless. It’s completely harmless.
Cecil shuddered and twitched, his hips bucking forward as my grin widened.
If my son gets turned on by my body, it’s perfectly natural.
It’s only teasing.
As Cecil headed to his room to clean himself up, I couldn’t resist a look at the wet patch that I’d caused.
God, I thought to myself. I’m a hot bitch.