Honey Do You Think I M Still Sexy

*All characters in this story are over the age of 18. no underage role-play appears in this story*

I came home just before lunch and found my usually happy-go-lucky mother lying on the couch, crying softly. I, of course, saw red and was ready to kill whoever had hurt her. I immediately walked to her, sat down on the couch, easily pulled her into my lap, and began speaking softly to her as I gently rocked us back and forth. She never reacted to my sudden appearance or from me trying to comfort her. I continued to rock her, hug her, and whisper soft comforting words to her, as she sniffled softly in my arms.

I was now 18 years old and a senior in high school. I had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I have been competitively swimming since I was 9 years old and have developed a pronounced and toned swimmer physique. Which made me particularly popular with girls my age and older women. My grades and swimming abilities earned me a full scholarship to college for swimming. Since classes wouldn't start until August, Mom and I had already agreed that I would stay at home until then and take it easy over the summer. She even hinted at a mother-and-son vacation.

Mom was always happy and had a near-constant grin on her face, making her dimples all the more adorable. She had very light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tight body toned from a lifetime of gymnastics. At 38, she could easily pass as 20 years old and more than once had been mistaken for my older sister or older girlfriend, both of which amused her greatly. The only things that showed her age and kept her from being better at gymnastics were her large breasts and ass. When she was dressed in her tight workout clothes, she looked like an over-the-top erotic drawing of a woman with an hourglass figure. She was about a foot shorter than I was and had limitless energy.

As I continued to soothe and comfort her, she finally sobbed out, "Baby, am I still pretty?"

I was surprised she even needed to ask and immediately replied, "Of course you are, Mom. Who is blind enough to say otherwise?"

She shook her head and buried her face against my body, as she snaked her arms around my middle. She started to calm down and stopped crying after several more minutes. She finally admitted, "The director said that I wasn't good-looking enough to play Dominique. He said that the part should go to an actress more sure of herself. He never even let me audition for the part. He just said all of that in front of everyone as we looked at the character sheet."

Mom had started taking acting classes for fun and had enjoyed being up on stage. She was so excited that the company had picked this play and had been going over lines and character development for the role of the malevolent female. Mom said she felt drawn to this character because she was so far from Mom's usual persona. The character was a borderline dominatrix, dressed incredibly ostentatiously, carried herself as the most dominant woman in every scene, and was the main antagonist trying to seduce and entice the leading male (Andrew) away from the leading female (Sarah). There were lines of dialogue that were so risqué and erotic that they risked being cut out of the play entirely. I had gone over lines with Mom and she had blushed profusely the first time she'd had to say the lines to me. I thought at the time that Mom had felt drawn to the character because she wanted to be more up-front and forceful when she talked with people. The character was so over-the-top that Mom said that playing the role might help her self-confidence and cause her to speak her mind more often.

Mom sniffled again and asked, "But do you think I'm still sexy? I mean, am I still sexy enough to pull off this role, honey?"

I tightened my grip on her and continued to rub her body soothingly, as I answered, "Of course you are, Mom. You should hear the things that my friends and other guys have said about you over the years. I've even heard a few women say how sexy they find you and plenty more women have said that they envy your figure or hate that you attract men so easily. Trust me, Mon, you're plenty sexy."

Mom giggled and snuggled closer into my body, as she sniffed again. She finally added, "This role would have been so much fun, honey. He didn't have to say all those things in front of everyone."

I felt my anger rising again and honestly considered going to "talk" to him tomorrow. But I sighed and decided it wasn't a good idea. Trying to think of a solution, I added, "Well, maybe the problem is that no one could see you in that role because of how sweet and friendly you always are. Why don't you try acting the part around the house and see if it's even something you're really interested in?"

Mom froze at my suggestion and then hesitantly asked, "You mean that I should be a bitch and try to seduce you?"

I shook my head, but felt my cock throb involuntarily at the idea of my sexy bimbo-bodied mother bossing me around and seducing me. Trying to explain my suggestion, I replied, "No, Mom, you wouldn't be just acting like a bitch and trying to seduce me. You'd be acting like Dominique would in any given situation. You would act cold and detached, nothing would ever be good enough for you, you'd make sarcastic comments about everyone else, you'd portray yourself and act like God's gift to men, and if you were interested in someone you're flirting would be obvious and your comments would border on crude."

Mom considered this for several seconds before asking, "But what's the point, honey? Even if I get the hang of acting like that, it wouldn't change anything. The interviews and auditions are probably already over and it's not like I can go back and ask to audition again, after what he said to me."

I shook my head and reiterated, "This wouldn't be about the play or auditioning, Mom. This would just be you playing the role and seeing if you'd really enjoy acting that way. You already broke down the character and gave her a backstory so that you could get into her headspace. You wouldn't be saying the lines or acting out scenes, Mom. You'd be Dominique and you would act the way she would and say the things she'd say in any given situation around the house. This way you can try out the character in the safety of your own home."

Mom stayed quiet for several more seconds and thought hard about this, before arguing, "But that would still mean I'd be treating you poorly and acting like a cold bitch. You don't deserve that, honey."

I tried to think of another way to say this, but accidentally blurted out, "Well, then treat me the way Dominique treats Andrew."

Mom stiffened in my arms again and whispered in embarrassment, "But she's so crude and obvious when she talks to him. Remember when she acts like she's touching herself and smears her juices on his glass before dinner? I'd be literally flirting with you. And it would be over-the-top and crude flirting too. I don't think I could act like that towards you, honey."

I smirked at her as I replied, "Come on, Mom. We both know that you loved running through your lines with me. You said that it felt empowering, remember? Plus, you loved the idea of performing as that character in front of people. I can't give you that, but this is the best that I can think of that still lets you live out your fantasy."

Realizing my mistake, but recognizing that Mom could pull this off if she wanted to and that it could help her self-esteem and confidence if she acted like this, I quickly added, "It's just acting, Mom. You wouldn't really be trying to seduce me. You'd be playing the role of a confident, up-front, and crude woman. Try it, Mom. I think you could get a lot out of playing around with her character."

Mom considered this for several more seconds, and then replied hesitantly, "OK, I'll try it. But if for any reason you get uncomfortable you have to tell me and we stop. No arguments, honey."

I nodded and joked, "No problem, Mom. Do you see how naturally it is to boss someone around and tell them how things will be? This will be easier than you think."

Mom giggled and chewed her Lowe lip as she thought, before adding, "I guess I could try it out. At the very least I could see how acting like that would make me feel. I've always thought that she acts like that because of a deeply rooted lack of self-worth and she covers it up by acting the way she does. I don't have that, but acting so crude and forward could be intriguing. I still want you to tell me if you get uncomfortable. Dominique can be very lewd and crudely descriptive at times."

I nodded and hugged her tighter, as I added, "That's fine, Mom. I will. How should we refer to each other and how should I react to your flirting?"

Mom considered this and finally decided with a definite nod, before replying, "This is an in-character situation for me, not you. I'm still your Mom and you're still my son. I'll still call you by your name unless I use a pet name to make a point. You still call me 'Mom' and act the way you would if I acted this way and treated you like this. You won't be acting so just be yourself, honey. You should make any taboo or incestuous arguments that come to mind if that's how you would react to my behavior. In fact, try to act the way Andrew does in the play, so no matter what I do or say, you have to rebuff my advances. Ok, honey?"

I nodded and agreed easily. I looked sideways at her, so she wouldn't see my surprised gaze when she brought up incest and taboo. Was she intending to stay in character as she pushed her "acting" towards actual flirting with me? Was she going to say crude and lewd things about herself and her sexual prowess, as Dominque did numerous times in the play? Could she go into minute detail about what she wanted to do to me and have me do to her? Even I didn't believe my sweet and caring mother could pull that off, but I kept that to myself.

Mom then untangled herself from me and made a comment about changing into character before walking out of the room. I blinked as I stared after her, wondering what I had just gotten us both into. I then shrugged, thinking, "How bad could it get alone in our own house?"

Mom returned a short time later clad in a skin-tight shiny black catsuit with matching high heels. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She had put on some black eyeliner, a hint of rouge on her cheeks, and black lipstick, all of which accentuated her beautiful face. She looked incredible and my cock was fully erect and throbbing. She stopped in the center of the room, stuck her hand on her hip, and casually asked, "Honey, be honest. How do I look?"

She turned around slowly to let me see her luscious ass accentuated perfectly inside the skin-tight catsuit. The catsuit was zipped up the back and the zipped ran from her collar in the back, between her legs, and ended just above her pussy. She then turned back around to face me, as she waited for my reply.

I finally stuttered out, "Mom, you look great! What are you wearing?"

She slowly trailed her hands up and down her body, cupped her large breasts, and grabbed her luscious ass, as she purred, "It's a fetish catsuit, honey. They are mostly worn for seduction and teasing. This one is a latex and spandex blend that hugs my body perfectly, don't you think?"

I nodded and replied, "Yeah, it does."

Mom smirked at my reaction and added, "I always feel sexy wearing this, honey. Seeing my big tits and ass squeezed into this tight suit and on display always makes my pussy wet. It's so tight that I can't even wear a bra or underwear because they will spoil the look. Mmm...but I don't mind. Oh well, we should discuss lunch don't you think, honey?"

I nodded silently as my cock throbbed. Mom then sat down on the couch across from me, slowly lifted her foot, and casually placed it against my crotch. She looked me straight in the eyes and smirked, as she slowly rubbed my hard cock with her high heel, before asking, "Do you have any ideas for lunch, honey?"

I cleared my throat and tried to think, but I was having a difficult time. I finally suggested we heat up the leftover chicken and just add that to some salads. Mom nodded and moaned softly before purring, "Did you know that I used to be quite the slut, back in high school and college, honey. None of my classmates, their fathers, older brothers, or teachers could resist me if I wanted them. A friend of mine once called me a whore for sleeping around, so I taught her the difference between a slut and a whore: I seduced and fucked her boyfriend, both of her older brothers, and her father. I even left my thong under her father's bed so his wife would find it. My friend recognized the panties as mine when her mother found them and confronted him with the evidence. They divorced less than a month later. I got so turned on by teaching her that lesson. The sex was fine and I orgasmed as each of them fucked me, but smirking at her when I saw her the next day and knowing that she knew what I'd done had my pussy so hot and wet that I had to rush off to the coach's office to satisfy my lust. Luckily one of the younger track coaches was in there and they always had such amazing stamina. But I don't have to tell you that, do I honey? I'm sure all your swimming gives you incredible stamina, doesn't it?"

I could only nod silently as my cock throbbed painfully in my pants. Mom eyed my shocked expression and explained, "I'm sure it sounds cruel, honey. But you know how I feel about rude people or people telling lies about me. I'm not a violent person, honey. I never have been, so I use the tools I have to get even."

I nodded silently and replied, "I get it, Mom. It's just wild to hear you say things like that."

Mom nodded and then continued casually, "I stopped all of that when I had you, of course. I turned all of my sexual desires and lust into being the perfect mother for you, honey. And I don't regret it for an instant. Being a good mother to you and watching you become a fine young man has been better than sex. Although I do miss being touched and fucked by a man. There's something to be said about a man who is incredibly horny and capable sexually. I hope you are capable sexually, honey. Women talk and nothing spreads between women faster than a man's sexual prowess or lack thereof."

Mom moaned softly as she stared blankly into my eyes, seemingly in thought. She was slowly trailing a finger around her hard nipples through her catsuit and still rubbing my hard cock through my pants with her foot. She finally came back to herself and declared happily, "Yes, grilled chicken salads sound perfect, honey. I'll start the veggies if you can warm up and cut the chicken."

She then hopped off the couch as if nothing had just happened. I sat there stunned for several seconds before following her, as I replied, "OK, Mom."

In an attempt to get my overactive libido and raging hard-on under control, I had to continuously remind myself that my mother was doing exactly what I had suggested and was only playing a role. As I entered the kitchen, Mom was busying herself with chopping veggies for our salad. Unfortunately, she was also leaning over and swaying her ass back and forth as she worked. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and began taking out the chicken leftovers. As I seasoned and cut up the chicken, Mom casually asked, "Honey, do you think I look sexy in this?"

I focused on my work but glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. She wasn't looking at me and was still focused on her task. I admitted, "Yes, of course, you do, Mom. But I'm hardly the person whose opinion you should be seeking."

Mom hummed to herself and then purred, "Maybe. Maybe not. You are a young single man. You're obviously virile, if the stories I've heard about you are true. I am glad that you inherited my sex drive and prowess in bed, by the way. You're also handsome, intelligent, and very fit. So I would argue that you are exactly the person whose opinion I want."

I chuckled and argued, "Well, sure, but I'm also your son, so it's not like anything could happen between us, Mom."

Mom hummed to herself and retorted, "Not necessarily, honey."

I stuttered and replied, "Well, that is incest, Mom. It's kind of frowned upon."

Mom brushed this aside with a scoff and argued, "Oh, that's nonsense, honey. The negative connotation of incest is just a bygone edict from the Catholic Church that's been carried over through modern times. Incest was perfectly normal in ancient times and no one batted an eye. If you think about it, having sex with your family members is incredibly intimate because they already know everything about you. Personally, I think the perversion, depravity, and taboo nature and stigma of incest only makes it more kinky and arousing, honey."

I blinked as I processed her argument. Her opinions and reasoning were well thought out. I had difficulty arguing against her but knew that I had to stay in character, so I retorted hesitantly, "I think that trying to seduce your family members could lead to a damaged relationship, Mom."

She hummed softly and purred, "Who said anything about trying, honey? When I decide that I want someone, I always get what I want."

I nodded and replied, "I'm sure you could get anyone you wanted, Mom. But why are you so interested in my opinion?"

Mom laughed softly, before replying, "Oh, honey, I thought that was obvious by now. I want your opinion because I've decided that I want you."

I smiled as I enjoyed her ability to stay in character, but in order to stay in character myself, I replied with one of Andrew's lines, "No matter what you may have decided or what your intentions may be, I have complete faith in my intentions to not give in to your desires, Mom."

She then practically cackled, just as Dominque had when Andrew had rebuffed her in the play, before retorting, "That's fine, honey. I enjoy a good chase, it makes the final catch all the more enjoyable, even if my victory is not in doubt."

She then picked up the large salad bowl, walked up behind me, kissed my cheek, and purred, "Of course, when you finally decide to stop fighting me and give me what I want, it will be even more enjoyable to you too, honey."

With that, she walked out of the kitchen carrying the salad, swaying her hips erotically, before calling over her shoulder, "Bring the chicken to the table when it's ready, ok, honey?"

I nodded and felt my hard cock throb again at her incredible ability to stay in character and push the envelope to such a degree. I then reheated the chicken and joined her at the table. We began eating and she continuously looked at me with a seductive smirk on her face whenever we looked at each other. Halfway through the meal, she asked, "Honestly, honey, what do you have against incest, or is it me in particular that you're opposed to?"

I frowned at her and immediately retorted, "No, Mom, it's not you. I told you, you could have any man you wanted. But why me?"

Mom smiled and made a point of looking over my body, as she replied, "I've already told you that, honey. But, you do find me attractive, or more to the point, you find me sexy?"

I sighed and admitted, "Yes, Mom, I find you both attractive and sexy. But that's not the point. You're..."

She then cut me off by dismissively completing my sentence, saying, "I'm your mother. Yes, we've covered that, honey. But you also find me attractive, sexy, and your cock has been hard ever since I put on this skin-tight catsuit, so what is holding you back?"

I shook my head in exasperation, before replying, "Yes, that's all true, but it has just as much if not more to do with your sudden confidence and dominant attitude than it does with your attractiveness, sexiness, and the catsuit, Mom."

Mom smiled at my answer, as if satisfied with what I had said, before casually saying, "Did you know that one of my favorite things to do used to be teasing a man in public or somewhere that he couldn't react or respond to me? Well, it was. I used to soak my panties, if I was wearing any, when I could watch a man's cock get hard through his pants after I did something or said something to him. Mmm...there is nothing sexier in this world than having a man completely focused on me, with a rock-hard cock in his pants, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes I would give in and let him fuck me, but most of the time I would just walk away."