Jane checked herself in the mirror one last time before preparing to go out and meet the boy's downstairs. She wore a tight apron with a loose shirt that would be sure to show off her large bust for their young eyes. She made a pose similar to the ones she saw models make on posters when she was younger with one hand on her hip and another holding her raven hair up. Jane winked at herself and bit her lip coyly. Then she couldn't help but giggle.
It took quite a bit of nerve to work herself up to this but after years without her husband or any other man's attentions she decided to take a more direct approach. She told her son it would be alright to invite his friends over to play games on their huge TV so that she could create an opportunity to show her body off to them.
Finished dressing, Jane applied a bright red coat of lipstick and a heavy perfume along her chest. As ready as she would ever be, she took light steps downstairs to the kitchen and got food for the boys. This would be her excuse for interrupting them.
Deftly in her high heels carrying a tray of food and drink, Jane entered the living room. Her son, Tod, and his two friends from college sat yelling at the screen, waving their arms wildly. They had not noticed her. That was OK. Now she could surprise them.
Continuing to step lightly, more so now that she carried their food, she approached the young men. "Hello, boys! I brought you some refreshments."
Hearing her, they turned their heads, looking first to the food and then, seeing her clothing, or lack of it, to her. Tod's friends had their brows raised as they looked her up and down but Tod's face showed confusion.
A tingle of heat went up her spine. She was actually doing this, displaying herself for their virile eyes. Gaining the confidence to continue, she began to serve them as a dutiful mother.
"No need to get up," Jane said. "I will get out of your way once your bellies are full."
She proceeded to serve Tod's friends their lunch. She made sure to bend down enough that they would notice her lack of bra and see between the exposed cleavage of her hanging breasts. Her breasts swayed as she went to the next boy to serve him food. The last one she served was her son in order to keep up the appearance of modesty. He also got flashed with her bosom.
After all the boys had their lunch, she fixed her apron in a way to show more skin and shake her wide hips then left the room. Immediately she crushed her back against the closed door to the living room and put her hand to her beating chest. She'd done it. The looks on their faces would fuel their fantasies for weeks. Even her own son got a good look at her, his eyes popping. She still had it, the ability to drive men to lust just like the old days of her youth.
Chatter came through the door and she put her ear to the door to eavesdrop. Jane had to know what naughty fantasies they were having of the milf that had just paraded in front of them.
"It wasn't just me that saw that right?" one of Tod's friends said.
"No man, I saw it too. Her tits were all hanging out," The other boy laughed.
Jane imagined him making lewd gestures between the silence and she saw in her mind eye him pawing at her breasts. She'd dithered on whether to expose more skin or go for a tighter top but the reaction of the young man vindicated her. Jane went on listening to them.
"I mean, like, she was all, like, 'would you like some more boys.' And, 'hello boy's this and that'."
"Oh yeah, I had to pull back a bit to make sure those sagging tits didn't touch my face."
Suddenly her stomach started to churn. Her tits were not as firm as in the past but she wouldn't have described them as sagging. Maybe that was what the boy's liked these days?
"I got a flash of her torso when she was fixing her skirt, gross. I mean, you saw those stretch lines? Hard to believe she only had one kid. Hey Tod! You got a couple dozen brothers and sisters running around that I don't know of?"
"I would be interested if you had any sisters to get the image of your old woman out of my head. Who does she think she is? Mrs. Robinson?"
The churning in her stomach turned into a boiling pit. Rather than seducing the young men, her performance revolted them. Jane thought they saw a sexy older woman, a milf. At least that is how she wanted them to see her. Instead, she'd made a fool of herself and they laughed at her for it.
Then Tod spoke in her defense. "Shut up idiots. It's not her fault you two were peering where your eyes shouldn't. If you never had your minds in the gutter all the time, you two wouldn't think every female that appears in front of you are trying to seduce you."
Her son did his best to cover up the truth. Not only had she embarrassed herself, but she'd also humiliated her son in front of his friends. Her vision blurred as her eyes moistened.
"Besides," her son said. "My mom is out of your leagues anyway. Stick to hitting on girls too drunk to see your ugly mugs."
At this, the boys began exchanging insults. While it heartened her to hear Tod defend her, it changed little. She sulked upstairs like the tired old woman she was.
***
Back in her room, Jane cried into the pillow as if she were a silly girl dumped by a boy. She'd stripped off her clothes in anger and threw them to floor like the useless rags they were. Her husband had been in the right all along. No wonder he wasn't excited by her and left.
A knock came on the door and before she could answer, Tod entered the room. He paused for a moment at seeing her bare back and ass jutting out at him but continued to the side of the bed where he joined her. Jane turned away from him, ashamed.
Undeterred, Tod touched her bare shoulder. "Mom...are you alright?"
"Why? Did I upset your friends? Or are you here to tell me not to bother you anymore?"
He sighed, and she heard him run his hand through his hair. "So, they were right, you were trying to..." He trailed off, not able to say it.
