An hour or so later, David was in his bedroom and had once more put down his history textbook. Trying to revise while his sexy Mother was downstairs was impossible. He couldn't quit revision completely, but having his Mom wearing a tight red sweater, an even tighter red skirt and high heels as she was tidying up the house was quite the distraction.
At least she was happy, David thought. He could tell this by the fact that her favourite CD of Disney classics was squeaking through the kitchen. June, his Mom, was indeed whistling while she was working.
So the young man attempted to get his mind straight. For the past two nights he had witnessed his Mother lock herself in their kitchen cupboard, somewhere he had never bothered to go into, let alone have found any special significance. Inside she had proceeded to masturbate while fantasising about him using a few simple bondage items and a large dildo to do so. Earlier this morning she had eschewed her normal smart, pretty look in favour of baggy jeans and jumper. David had put his foot down (much to his own surprise as well as June's) and she had changed into the tight, sexy ensemble she was now wearing. So David drew two conclusions: a) she wanted him sexually and b) she enjoyed being told what to do.
These were hard conclusions to come to. David didn't consider himself to be an overly imaginative person when it came to the opposite sex, let alone something involving his own Mother! Yet, here she was, seemingly sexually available to him. He tried to imagine him ordering her to suck his cock. It seemed ridiculous and yet the thought of his Mother lowering herself to her knees as he stood in his bedroom, watching her unzip his fly and pull out his prick began to make his real cock swell.
It all came down to what would incur the least risk. If an all-out sexual push impossible, then simply getting her to do what he asked might be a way forward. Liking this idea, David picked up his Classical History book, examined the cover and decided upon a plan.
In the kitchen, June was back to her usual busy self. The washing-machine whirled, the crockery was all back in its rightful place and coffee was brewing once more. She looked out of the window to her garden as the birds sang. She couldn't tell if the birdsong was for real or from the Disney CD.
She had spent the morning too mulling over her current position. She was excited that David had told her to dress smartly and while she was acutely aware that her skirt was a little shorter than normal, she was glad that it made him happy. She also knew that he had spied on her little nighttime activities in the kitchen cupboard. It had happened at least last night, maybe more.
He knows I fantasize about him, she thought. So why had that guilt she'd had this morning vanish so quickly?
Because you like this- no, you love this, came the answer in her head.
With the sound of David approaching, June busied herself at the counter once more. She turned and smiled as sweetly as she could as he came in.
"Hi there, do you want some more coffee?"
"Sure, thanks, Mum."
As David sat down he watched his Mum work. She deliberately chose a mug that was at the top of the kitchen shelves. Standing on tip-toes in her red heeled mules she reached up, causing her skirt to lift invitingly a few more inches and David caught a glimpse of the stockingtops he had seen her adjust a few hours earlier. His cock pulsed at the sight. June turned back to him as she sprinkled coffee into the mug.
"So what is it today? Still history?"
"Um, yes. Households of ancient Greece."
June placed the coffee mug in front of her Son and sat down opposite him. He couldn't help but notice the pleasing *swishing* noise her stockings made as she crossed her long legs.
"So how much's a Grecian earn?" asked June, giggling as she raised her mug.
"Very funny. It's actually about the different roles of men and women in society. Did you know, the men would often go off to fight leaving their Sons in charge of the household?"
"Wow, that's some responsibility if you're a young man."
"Probably better than going to die on some rock."
June smiled and then *swish* recrossed her legs.
"So I suppose the women were, well, no better than slaves, hmm?"
"Well not quite, Mothers and Daughters of the household weren't slaves themselves but the Son would have the overall say in what happened in the house."
June toyed with her pearl necklace. "I see, just like you do with my outfits, now, eh?"
Her Son coughed, realising he was going a little red in the face. "I expect so yes. Household pride was very important to the Sons. It would reflect well on him."
June put her mug down and then stood up.
"Do you need to inspect me again, Sir?"
For a second David was struck dumb, and then carefully, quietly spoke. "Yes, I do."
June smoothed herself down and then, reverting to her slow, sexy walk click-clacked down the kitchen.
"Stop," commanded David. "Turn."
The sexy Mother did as she was told. Smiling that sweet, motherly smile as she spun about and met his gaze.
At that moment, the noise of the washing machine grew louder as it entered its spin cycle. David suddenly had a very wicked idea. He instructed his Mother to stand with her back to the machine, placing both hands on it.
