It was Friday, and as with every other Friday I was in my son's room tidying up, dusting and hunting out his dirty clothes which had been tossed all over the show. How one kid could make so much mess beat me, I was sure I hadn't made as much when I was his age, that thought reminded me that it was Paul's birthday the next day, he'd be thirteen.
Frowning I continued my quest for dirty linen and dust, my frown caused by thoughts of Paul's bastard of a father, he'd seduced me when I was sixteen, took my virginity and sent me home with a baby brewing inside me. Of course when I discovered I was pregnant I went to him with the silly thought he would be overjoyed, would marry me and we'd live happily ever after, I was a naÔve kid. I was soon taught the realities of life though, first he denied it could be his, then he blamed me for it, then he told me he had no intention of leaving his wife. Wife! His tune changed when I tearfully yelled at him that I would get a lawyer, seems he was a man of position and scandal, especially of this sort would do him a lot of harm, so he paid me off with a small house and a large amount of money.
So here I was now, thirty years old, still good looking, unmarried, comfortable money wise, but poor relationship wise, apart, that is, for my son. Paul was the brightest spark in my life, I doted on him and, thankfully, he had not taken advantage of that, he'd turned out to be a good boy, even if a little untidy.
"Damn!" I cursed as a pen rolled off and behind the bedside cabinet.
Leaning over the cabinet I groped around for the pen, I soon found it, but I also found something else that felt like a book. Grinning and thinking that my little boy had found himself a girlie book I pulled the thing out, then I was frowning again, rather than being a girlie book it was a book about hypnosis. I was curious and flipped through a few of the pages reading a paragraph here and there, as I did this I noticed that certain pages were marked and I began to wonder how long Paul had been hiding this book and why he actually had it. Noting the title I put it back where I had found it and went back to my tidying.
Later that day I went shopping, near the supermarket was a bookshop and after I'd got the weekend essentials I went to into the bookshop and looked around the shelves until I spotted the same book I had found in my son's room. I'm not quite sure why, but I bought the book and started to read it as soon as I had packed away the shopping. My eyebrows rose when it finally dawned on me that the book's main aim was to teach you to hypnotise people so that you could take advantage of them! Why on earth was my son reading about such things? With this thought at the back of my mind I continued reading, the book was not long and the more I read the more I gained the impression that it had been written very much tongue-in-cheek.
As I lay the book aside a while later I wondered just what my son was doing reading a book that supposedly would let him hypnotise women into doing "naughty" things on his command, at least I hoped it was women he was thinking about. Still pondering this I looked at the clock and realised that Paul would soon be home from school, time for me to get the evening meal sorted out.
After dinner Paul did his homework then went up to his room, I assumed to study his book on hypnotism some more. I decided that I would broach him on the matter, though I wasn't sure how I was going to do so, after all I couldn't just come right out with it. The opportunity was past for that day though, Paul didn't reappear from his room until it was time for him to go to bed, and then only to wish me goodnight and to give me his nightly peck on the cheek. I wasn't long behind him in heading for bed, apart from the usual Saturday tasks the next day was also Paul's birthday and I had some things to get ready for that.
Saturday dawned and I had all but forgotten about asking Paul about the book on hypnotism, by the time breakfast was over I had forgotten all about it. Paul had rushed through his breakfast then dashed off to his room to play the CD I had bought him as his present, I could hear the music playing while I cleared away and washed up. I had just about finished my chores and was set to begin baking when Paul came thundering down the stairs, came over to me and gave me a hug.
"Thanks mum," he smiled broadly "that was the best!"
"I'm glad you liked it." I smiled in return "Now run along while I get your cake sorted out."
"Can I help mum?" he asked.
Paul had often 'helped' when I was baking, though half the time that 'help' consisted of nibbling at the ingredients or sticking his fingers in the cake mix, but those times were fun. He seemed really pleased when I said "okay", before long we had the cake mixed and in the oven.
"Mum?" Paul said quietly as I closed the oven door.
"Yes Paul?" I responded as I turned to the kitchen table to start on the icing mix.
"Can we dress up for dinner tonight? he asked.
Well I was certainly surprised by his request.
"Seems like a lot of trouble just to stay in," I smiled "but if that's what you want why not. Any particular style of dressing up, formal, casual, sexy?"
Quite why I added the last I am not at all sure, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew without doubt what his answer would be.
"Sexy!" he laughed "Definitely sexy!"
Well we enjoyed a laugh and joked around while I prepared the icing for the cake. A while later the cake was cooked and cooling, shortly after that it was iced and ready to eat. It was mid-afternoon and there was little else to do other than lay out the dinner and, of course, get dressed up before sitting down to eat. I laughed quietly as we lay the table, Paul seemed so eager to get on with the festivities, even though it was to be only the two of us. At last everything was ready, except for us, so off we went to get "dressed", as I closed my bedroom door I shook my head and smiled broadly at Paul's idea, but I also had to admit to myself that it was fun. He wanted sexy, so with that in mind I showered then looked in my wardrobe for something to fit the bill, not being fashion or clothes conscious my choices weren't that many, but there was one dress, if it could be called that, that definitely fitted the bill of sexy. Drawing it out of the closet I held the thing up and looked at it.
"Perhaps a bit too sexy?" I mused as I studied it.
The dress was something I had bought specifically for a fancy dress party, it was black, slinky, about knee length with a deep plunging neckline and a slit up one side that went from waist to hem, I had gone to the party as a whore! Still it was the sexiest dress I had and I was sure Paul would like it, or rather, like me in it, so I laid it out on my bed and pondered what to wear under it. Not that there was much to decide, because of the neckline I couldn't wear a bra with the dress, opening my knicker drawer I looked at the selection, I spotted just the thing, a thong, I felt wicked as I slid into the minuscule garment and adjusted the strap in the crack of my buttocks and got the tiny front panel to cover my shaven pussy.
"What else?" I asked myself out loud "Oh, of course, stockings!"
With a laugh I got out a pair of self-grip stockings, then paused, self grips were convenient and they looked pretty good, but stockings with a suspender belt were even sexier. Laughing at my own thoughts I dug out a pair of sheer black stockings and a saucy suspender belt, put them on and looked at the effect in my wardrobe mirror.
"Not bad." I smiled at my reflection "Not bad at all."
Okay, so I was a little vain, but I had a right to be, I was slim with curves in all the right places, tall, but not too tall and my blonde locks framed my face and rested on my shoulders. Turning away from the mirror I took the dress from the bed and put it on, once again I looked at my reflection and smiled broadly, which made me realise that I had no make-up on. Well of course having gone to the all the trouble of dressing up I was not about to spoil the effect by leaving off my make-up, so I sat at my dressing table and applied eyeshadow, rouge and lipstick. Just to top everything off I put some of my favourite perfume on my wrists, behind my ears and, feeling very naughty, in my cleavage. Smiling at myself in the dressing table mirror I decided I was "sexy" enough and turned to get up when my eyes fell on the copy of the hypnotism book I had bought.
All of a sudden I found myself wondering just who Paul was planning to try and hypnotise, goodness knows why but I also found myself wondering if I was his intended victim.
"Pull yourself together Wanda!" I berated myself "Paul wouldn't want to get his mother doing naughty things!"
Only the thought persisted, it was still there at the back of my mind when Paul called to me from downstairs.
"Coming!" I shouted in reply.
Still caught up in the thought that my son may be thinking of using me as his 'subject' I made my way downstairs, as I entered the living room Paul gave a wolf whistle that made me laugh.
"Sexy enough?" I asked doing a little twirl.
"And then some!" Paul responded "Mom, you look gorgeous!"
I glowed at his words and for the moment my mind was taken away from the thought of who my son wanted to hypnotise. We sat down and ate the sandwiches and rolls and stuff that I'd prepared then came the cake. Paul closed his eyes for a moment before blowing out the thirteen candles, looking at me through the candle smoke he grinned.
"How about a birthday drink?" I suggested "You choose what."
"Some vodka?" he asked.
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