Sandra went about her morning meetings as any other executive who was flown halfway across the country to sign a document would. She met the client at his office, made small talk, presented the document, got his signature, made more small talk, then left the office. It took up most of the morning, but that still left her with more than enough time for what she really wanted to do for the rest of the day.
As she was walking back to the hotel, something caught her eye. She turned and saw a window display of the latest lingerie. A nasty thought crossed her mind as she entered the shop. She looked around at the racks of bras and panties and other delicate items. She couldn't remember when she had that feeling of naughtiness and cheekiness. But she knew that she wanted to do something special.
Finally, she settled on a red lacy bra and matching thong. She paid for them quickly, then hurried back to the hotel. Once in the privacy of her room, she took out her purchases and laid them on the bed. She took off her jacket and laid it next to them. Her blouse and skirt were next. She turned and saw herself in the mirror. She posed, her hands at her waist, and admired her body. It had been a long time since she felt sexy, even when she was wearing her usual full-cup bra and white panties.
She picked up the phone and dialed a number. It rang once, twice, then a voice. "Hello?"
"Hi," she said slowly.
"Mom, is that you?" the other end said.
"Who else?"
"So, are we still on for lunch?"
"You bet."
"Great." He sounded both relieved and excited. "There's a café just outside your hotel. It serves a great lunch that I think you'll love. Wanna meet there"
"Mm hmm. I'll see you in about ten to fifteen minutes?"
There was a momentary pause. "Why the delay?"
She looked at the red bra and thong. "I thought I'd change into something more… comfortable."
She could almost imagine his grin on his face. "Fifteen minutes, then," he said. "See you."
She hung up the phone, then proceeded to take off her bra and panties. Then, she slipped on the thong, feeling its silkiness against her skin as it rose up her legs to her crotch. Next was the bra and when she lifted the straps over her shoulders, she felt like she had put on a second skin. She then threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. She wanted to be sexy, but she didn't want to reveal too much. Sometimes, it was sexier to conceal, she thought.
She found the café and walked in. John saw her and waved. She smiled and waved back. Her heart was beating faster and faster and she felt a stirring in her crotch. Or maybe it was the thong riding against the crack of her ass.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she sat.
John looked her over. "You look great, mum," he said. "When you said you were wearing something more comfortable, I didn't think it was a shirt and jeans."
"What did you expect, a satin gown?"
"That would've been nice too."
They ordered their lunch and proceeded to talk about stuff. He talked about school, she talked about work. He talked about friends, she talked about relatives. It was generally a normal mother-son conversation. Yet as they talked, Sandra couldn't help not getting lost in his dark eyes. He was so young and strapping and alluring. It felt like she was being sucked into something from which she had no hope of escaping from… and she yearned for more of it.
They soon finished eating. Sandra sipped on her drink while John just looked at her. She eyed him a few times. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked.
"I missed you last night," he said.
"I missed you too. But I was wondering how long we'll be able to keep this up. Or whether we should even keep it up."
John moved himself closer to her. Her heart almost stopped beating when their legs touched.
"Last night," he started, "when I was with my other… client, all I could think about was you. I mean, I couldn't… perform without imagining that I was with you."
She looked around at the other diners. "Keep your voice down. People might get the wrong idea."
"They don't notice us. That's why I picked this spot, to give us some privacy."
She paused. "So you're saying that you want to keep doing what we're doing?"
