Julia showered long and hard trying to clear her mind. Despite having cum three times already, she could not stop thinking about her son's cock. She wanted so badly to put it in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum, but she was not sure that was ever going to happen. She was not sure she could trust him anymore. What if he told someone? What if he wouldn't stop when she wanted him to. This was spiraling out of control, and she had to find a way to reel it back in.
After her shower she put on black lace stockings that clipped into a garter belt. She put on a matching black push-up bra that barely covered her nipples and she wore no panties. She then slipped on a plush white bathrobe over the whole outfit and decided that it would be up to Paul to see how things would progress. If he was penitent and showed he was up for the task, she would let the games continue. If not, she would leave the robe on and turn in early. She had toys that could replace him if need be. But she did want to see that cock again. She wanted to feel his chest. She wanted to see ecstasy on his face as he spurted his creamy sperm all over her. What was she thinking now? She was certainly mad with lust.
She made her way downstairs, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. She found Paul on the couch watching TV as she strode up to him, and stood arms crossed, feet shoulder length apart, looking as menacing as she could.
"So have you figured out your punishment yet for not listening to me?"
Once he had managed to calm himself down, Paul had gotten out of the pool and took his time in drying himself off. Once he was nice and dry he went inside, chucked his swim shorts in the dryer, and changed back into some casual pants and a tee. He then flopped himself down on the couch to watch some TV and hopefully try to rid himself of any more sexual thoughts about his Mom.
It wasn't that he didn't find her attractive, because he did. It was that he just knew if he wasn't going to be cumming soon, the agony of being so stiff and horny wasn't a pleasant thought. Already the symptoms of what his classmates called being blue balled were setting in. He was getting a pain in his stomach, and his balls were sore as well. He needed to cum soon. Then his mom came back into the lounge and he felt his cock stirring jerk under his strained pants.
As she stood before him, he couldn't help but wonder just what she might be wearing under her long while robe. She crossed her arms in an attempt to look intimidating; however, the wine glasses in her hands defeated that purpose.
Even after all he had seen this crazy day, the look of his mother in a robe, with her long, tanned, legs in front of him, drove him wild. His steel rod of a cock ached. As his eyes drifted down to the bottom of her toned calf that was exposed, he noticed that she was wearing stockings. What were her intentions?
He looked up at his mother as she asked him if he had figured out a punishment. He had been thinking about it and gave her his answer.
"I would first like to say sorry again Mom, and I think that my punishment should be to do exactly as you say for the rest of the week, whatever it may be." he said, hoping it was enough.
"Do exactly as I say for the whole week? That makes you me slave!" She grinned at him with a wickedly seductive grin. "Get up and pour me a glass of this red wine and pour yourself one too. We are going to watch a good girlie movie tonight, and I get to pick it out."
She sat down on the couch careful not to show what she was wearing under her robe. She decided she was going to have some fun with her son -- see how far he would go. She didn't necessarily want to have sex with him, but he didn't have to know that. She did want to see him play with that cock of his again. And maybe she would get to taste him again. Maybe she'd find out if she could fit that cock in her mouth. No, no, he was her son. These thoughts were wrong, she argued with herself. She wouldn't do any of that, but she could, tease him.
"After you pour that wine slave, go change into something more comfortable. In the top drawer of my dresser, there are some red panties. They are a little big for me, but you should be able to squeeze into them. Come down in just those panties please." She smiled at him the most innocent smile she could muster, and then winked at him.
Paul paused for a second as his Mom told him that he was now going to be her slave. It wasn't exactly what he had meant as a consequence, but, well, the sinister grin that she gave him left him with little doubt that what she had said was now going to be the rule. He hurried over to where she had left the bottle of wine, and he uncorked it before pouring two glasses. He couldn't say he was thrilled about having to watch a girly movie, but it was what she said next that really had him thinking.
"You want me too..." he said to himself, his heart thumping, at her request that he put on a pair of her panties, and nothing but. He could feel his cheeks blush as he thought it, and his cock throbbed even harder inside of his pants. "Yes Mom." he said as he then scurried off upstairs after handing her a glass of wine.
Once in his mother's room he opened the drawer, the red panties were there on show for him, and as he picked them up he could feel his cock aching even more painfully. He really couldn't believe he was doing this, but at his mother's request he slipped out of his own clothes and pulled on the panties. They were a very tight on him, but that just meant that they clung to his erection more than anything, and after having put his own clothes in his room he slowly walked down the stairs, his rock hard cock tenting the front of the red fabric. His cock really was madly twitching and leaking precum under the slick material of the panties which rubbed his excited organ as he stood blushing as he faced his mom.
"I'm back." he said announcing the obvious.
By the time Paul had come down the stairs wearing nothing but his moms panties, Julia had already gulped down two additional glasses of wine, the alcohol fortifying herself for the night in front of her. She had to try hard not to laugh out loud when she saw how he looked. The waistline of the panties seemed to be cutting into his waist, and his cock was bulging out the silk fabric obscenely. She loved the way it accentuated his hairless boy's chest.
She'd put on the romantic comedy "Valentine's Day" into the player and told Paul to cuddle up next to her.
"You look so cute girlfriend. Snuggle up so we can watch the movie together." High on wine and incestuous lust, she started giggling uncontrollably and allowed her robe slip off one of her shapely legs, revealing her black stockings and garters. The contrast between her long tanned legs and the black stockings would surely have an effect on her son. When she caught her son's eye on her leg, she let her robe slide open a bit more so that he could see her garter clipping the top of her stockings.
As they sat together drinking wine and watching a movie, and she cuddled up to her son, carefully placing a hand high on his thigh.
She gestured for him to come sit even closer to her and he did just that, sitting down close to the gorgeous older woman on the couch as the film started. He blushed further as she told him how cute he looked, calling him girlfriend ... definitely not what a horny young man expected to be called.
The alcohol helped lessen the young man's nerves, helping him to feel a little less self conscious about what he was wearing as he sat with his mom.
He was paying little attention to the movie, focusing instead on his mother's stocking clad legs, and, when she revealed it, his eyed further upward on his mother's thighs all the way to her garter belt.
His breathing was labored as he hungrily examined her with his adolescent eyes. Her soft hand on his thigh had his cock standing at attention; it was fully hard.
When the movie ended Julia hungrily noticed her son's raging hard on, and also her lack of wine. She was already feeling pretty buzzed, but she was in the mood to get stinking dunk and have some fun.
"Honey, be a good slave and bring mommy another bottle of wine. I will throw in a new movie while you are up."
